Showing - Godless
Staring - Whitey Winn X Reader
Rating - 12
Reading Time - 10 min 22 sec (1347)
Whitey didn't know whether to be thrilled or infuriated.
Y/n had a habit of going on little adventures beyond Labelle, most of which never went very well. She often got lost or hurt or stuck, leading to an established understanding that if Y/n wasn't in Labelle by super time Whitey would go out and find wherever she'd gotten to now.
Today had been no different; she'd gone wandering out by the river and gotten lost, so Whitey went to find her. discovering her in the river mud miles from town.
So he scooped her up, of course, and kept her on his horse to take them back to town. The sun was setting, and they had a fair way to go yet. Y/n sat with her head against Whitey’s chest, half asleep as they rode.
Whitey held her; his hand rested on her back to help keep her steady while they rode. He glanced down at her, watching as her eyes started to droop. “Ya fallin’ asleep on me, magpie?” he teased,
Y/n nodded, rubbing her nose against his shirt.
“Not gonna whine at me for findin’ you again?” he asked. “After ya once again went off wanderin’ and got distracted by whatever shiny thin’ happened to catch ya lil eyes?”
"too sleepy to whine …" She yawned,
Whitey let out a small chuckle, holding her tighter. “Just ‘ow long were ya out there for? You're always sleepy when I find ya.”
"I left at dawn." She mumbled,
Whitey let out a small sigh. “Ya gotta stop runnin’ off so much, magpie,” he said, “you know I'm gonna find ya.”
She huffed,
Whitey just smirked. “Don't give me that tone,” he scolded.
“Umm…”
“Why do ya even go out ‘ere anyway?”
"Beats being at home."
“Doesn't give ya an excuse to wander off,” he sighed, “You're always filthy and always hurt, and ya know ‘ow to take care of yourself, so what’s ya damn excuse?”
Y/n didn't answer,
“Y/n,” he warned, “You need to stop hidin’ things from me.” he paused. “Now start singin’ magpie.”
"bout what?" She said dismissively,
He held her a bit tighter.
“Ya know damn well what. About this whole runnin’ away nonsense. Why do ya keep runnin’ off?” he asked.
"… No fathers or brothers in the woods." She mumbled almost inaudibly,
“And what's that supposed to mean?” he asked.
She didn’t answer, nuzzling closer, trying to avoid the subject.
“Y/n,” he warned again, “Please…Stop avoidin’ the question and just talk to me.”
"If I go walking, I ain't got to do no chores. Or pour more beers. Or make more sandwiches. Or hear anybody yelling at me all damn day." Y/n whined.
Whitey’s grip around her became a bit tighter as she spoke, “They do that at home?”
"Father, let the boys do whatever they want. Let's them all treat me like a damn slave cause I'm a girl."
Whitey's grip on her thigh tightened. “Your dad just stands by and lets ya brothers give orders to ya?”
She nodded. "And let's them spank me when I mess up, or I'm too slow, or just cause they think it's funny."
Whitey's blood boiled. “Your dad lets ya brothers hit ya?” he asked.
She whimpered and nodded, nuzzling closer to Whiteys shirt and into his protective embrace,
Whitey's jaw ticked angrily, and he pulled her close. Her head buried into his chest, his hands around her, gently squeezed. “I've ‘alf a mind to go punch the old fuckwit in the face,” he growled. “Let alone the rest of them,” he let out a small sigh. “How long ‘ave ya been endurin’ this?” he asked.
"Since mama died…" She answered, "he says I'm a young lady, so I gotta learn how to be a good wife and mama. Ready for my husband someday."
He clenched his jaw, “Your father needs his ass kicked,” he growled out. “Ya shouldn't be workin’ while your brothers do whatever they damn well please,” he briefly leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple. “You're too good for all this bullshit.”
She blushed and softly smiled, squeezing him a little tighter,
“Y/n?”
"mhm?"
Whitey looked down at her, and his hand brushed some hair from her face so he could look at her. “Are ya happy?” he asked. “Not just with the whole situation at ‘ome, I mean just in general.”
She looked up at him and shook her head,
He sighed deeply. “So if you had the chance to do somethin’. Somethin’ different from bein’ stuck in that house. Workin’ at a saloon and doin’ chores and whatever bullshit your father makes ya do.” he paused, hesitant, “Would ya take it?”
She nodded. "Mhm…"
Whitey's breath hitched as he looked down at her. He ran a hand up her back. “And what if I said I was offerin’ ya that chance?”
"How so, Whitey?" She asked with a hopeful tone.
“If they want to treat ya like that, to 'prepare ya to be somebody's wife', how ‘bout ya come and be a deputy's wife? I'll never lay a hand on ya, we'll split chores, and ya are always welcome to come curl up in my lap while I'm workin’ in the office. We can cuddle up every night, make nice dinners together, maybe… have some cute little kiddies someday.” He explained, “Would ya want that? Honestly?”
Y/n blushed. "I'd like that."
Whitey let out a breath of relief, and he gave her a small, gentle smile. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers lingering for a moment against her skin. His thumb brushed her bottom lip.“Is that a yes then, my lil Magpie?” he asked.
She nodded excitedly,
“You are just the most adorable little thin’,” he mumbled.
"Am I gonna make an adorable Mrs Winn?"
Whitey chuckled.“Ya most certainly will.”
she hummed and nuzzled his neck,
“You're already actin’ like my wife,” he lightly teased.
"That a problem?"
Whitey shook his head and ran his hand up her back. “No, no, not at all. I like havin’ ya all close like this,” he said softly, almost a whisper.
Y/n smiled and yawned again, clearly close to passing out.
Whitey chuckled. “You're fallin’ asleep on me again."
"I'm happy. And I'm tired."
“Ya being happy makes me happy,” he said, gently giving her head another little kiss, “You've been tryin’ to fight off sleep so ya can talk to me, huh?” he teased.
She nodded, her eyes getting too heavy to keep open,
“Go to sleep, magpie,” he said quietly. “You've had a long day.”
Y/n nodded, leaning her head up to give Whiteys cheek a kiss before she lay her head on his shoulder and fell asleep almost immediately. Her eyes closed, and little snores came from her lips.
Whitey was left a bit stunned when she kissed his face, his heart hammering in his chest.
He took a moment to collect himself. “Goodnight, my cute lil magpie.” He muttered.
Whitey made sure to ride slow, as to not disturb Y/n. When they returned to Labelle, he didn't exactly want to take her home, knowing her father and brother would only be more cruel to her. So instead, he took her to his own little house. He hopped off his horse and scooped the sleeping Y/n into his arms, holding her bridal style. He looked down at her fondly; her hair was a bit of a mess in her face, and she was out cold.
“My little wife,” he muttered and started to carry her inside, he went straight to his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. He took her boots off and set them beside the bed. Before he took a moment to look at her. Her hair sprawled around her, and her eyelashes flickered a bit. Whitey kneeled down beside the bed, his hand moved to push the hair out of her face. His thumb gently brushed her bottom lip. “I'm gonna spoil ya rotten,” he mumbled quietly. “The second we’re married, ya will never want or need for anythin’ again.”
Y/n hummed a little in her sleep, wrapping her arms around his hand.
Whitey chuckled. Her hands were so small compared to his, but her grip was surprisingly strong. “Ya really are the cutest thin’…” He cooed, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “Sleep, my sweet Magpie. Don’t ya worry, I’m goin’ to take care of ya.”
Showing - Godless
Staring - Whitey Winn X Reader
Rating - 16
Reading Time - 13 min 2 sec (1693)
Whitey had been on night shifts the last week, spending all night in the sheriffs office from dusk to dawn dealing with the occasional bar drunks and not much more. So, of course, he was exhausted, and nothing had been done. No real meals, no laundry… and he wasn’t convinced the last time he bathed. So when he woke to the alluring scent of bacon, he was… confused. Even more so when opening his eyes to a clean and tidy house. His laundry disappeared from the floor, empty bottles disposed of, his table cleared and set for breakfast, his bed made around him, the dishes in the sink all done and put back on their shelves.
He wondered if he'd been sleep cleaning? Or perhaps he had been favoured by a fairy?
But his little cleaning fairy soon presented herself, Y/n, stood in her long blue skirt and white blouse, humming her song she always sings in the bar, as she cooked bacon in the kitchen.
Whitey couldn't help but smile at the sight of Y/n. With a groan, he forced himself up to stretch, the small sound enough to catch Y/n's attention. "Mornin', Darlin'."
"Good morning." Y/n cooed as she flipped the bacon in the pan. "Crispy? Or chewy?"
Whitey came up behind Y/n, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug her tight, putting his chest to her back. He took in the scent of her, that rose and vanilla perfume that always seemed to follow her. "I prefer mine crispy, ya know that."
"I like to ask." She chuckled, resting one of her hands on his. "Didn't know you were too tired or too lazy to chew crispy bacon." She joked.
“I would never," Whitey murmured as he buried his face into her neck, placing some light kisses along the skin he found. "…Been a long week."
"I know, that's why I came over." She smiled, serving up the bacon onto a clean plate. "Go on, take your bacon, eggs and toast, are on the table, and I'll be over with hash browns in a minute." She said.
Whitey reluctantly let go of Y/n, taking his plate of food. He took a seat, setting the plate down. "Ya didn't ‘ave to come over and make breakfast."
"Mhm…" She mumbled, "When was the last time you had a meal? A real meal? Not just toast or beer."
"Uhhh…" Whitey went quiet. Because well… he actually didn't know. "I don't remember."
"That's why I make breakfast." She smiled, coming to the table to pour some fresh orange juice.
Whitey gave a sheepish smile, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Just promise this ain’t gonna become some regular occurrence."
"Oh? So, finally abandoned your plans, have you?" Y/n chuckled as she cooked. "You've been asking me to marry you since we were fourteen."
Whitey couldn't help the little sheepish smile that made it's way back onto his face. "I still plan on marrying you." He retorted, "Just don't want to… put ya in the position where ya gotta take care of me,"
"… Isn't that what being a wife is whitey?" She laughed.
"Ya know what I mean." He argued. He wanted to be able to take care of her, support her, keep a roof over her head… just like a man should. He was an grown ass man… who still loved her like a love sick puppy.
"I'd still worry and fuss over you whitey, and the house, and whatever blonde babies you make me pop out." She laughed bringing over the fresh hash browns tussling whitey’s dirty blonde hair as she did.
Whitey couldn't help the light blush that dusted over his cheeks at the mention of children. "ya don't know that they'll ‘ave blonde hair." He countered.
"No, but I just assume your genetics will be strong and prominent. Just my luck that every baby I birth would come out as a clone of its father." She said, sitting down across from him and making herself a cup of tea,
"Ya don't know that. We could ‘ave one that looks just like ya."
"Oh? A little girl who looks just like me?" She chuckled,
Whitey grinned. "mhm… a sweet little thin’ that looks just like her momma."
Y/n rolled her eyes and slipped her tea. "Can't be having any discussions about babies. We aren't even engaged."
"Well, my dear Miss Y/n … I do believe you are the one who brought up babies in the first place, ain’t Ya?" he teased as he leaned back in his chair,
"Perhaps if you did them properly, I would," she laughed. "I do recall your first proposal was with a single daisy down by the east creek." She laughed,
"ya can't hold my first proposal, against me. I was little."
"Ummm so many years ago." She chuckled, "your taller."
"I don't see how that changes anythin’." He retorted, still trying to defend himself.
"Sweeter than too."
Whitey scoffed, "I am still sweet."
"mhm… Last time you proposed to me, you were drunk." She chuckled,
"that was a one-time thin’. it was… an accident."
"hummm…" She nodded clearing away the teapot and cup from her tea.
"that… doesn't count," Whitey murmured, still a little flushed and embarrassed about that.
"umm." She nodded begining the dishes. "I suppose I'd consider it, if you cleaned up, had some nice clean clothes, maybe a fresh shave, brought me some beautiful flowers, and a nice new necklace or ring, and could bring me back to a nice clean little house for us to live in and raise a family of chaos." She explained,
Whitey tried to ignore the way Y/n was obviously trying to influence him. "uh huh… anythin’ else Darlin'?"
"Million dollars would be nice I suppose." She joked.
Whitey let out a small laugh. "Somehow, I feel that will take me a bit to get."
"I was kidding whitey, I don't need money, just a nice little bit of jewellery I get to wear as a wifey, and a nice little home we can live in."
"jewelry, house… ya got it, Darlin'," he said, determined.
"after all, I suppose that's all a proposal is… Bribery." She chuckled.
"Bribery for ya hand in marriage," he agreed.
"I suppose it is. Just got to bribe me enough to bride me." She joked as she finished with the dishes, she went to start on another chore in whiteys house but as she passed him,
Whitey pulled her onto him, pulling her to sit on his lap. his arms wrapped around her waist, hands settling on her hips. He looked up at her with a cheeky glint in his eye. "if I wanted to get ys to agree to marry me… all I gotta do is this." he murmured playfully, as he brought one hand up to tangle his fingers into her hair with one hand,
"It's not much whitey." She nodded,
"is that so?" He murmured out, still with his hand running up her thigh. "cause I seem to remember… the last time I started doing this, ya gave me a chance."
She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't considering it, I was meerly gasping." She answered,
"is that so?" He smirked, "'cause last I remember, after we'd finished… ya gave me… some sort of nod, and said somethin’ about.. a chance."
"I said later." She chuckled,
Whitey leaned in, "Well, it’s later… it's been like three damn weeks Darlin'. I think I earned an answer by now."
She rolled her eyes rubbing her nose on his. "You've been asking since you were fourteen -"
"And you've said no every damn time."
"Well, you're always welcome to ask again. Maybe it'll be different."
Whitey scoffed, "ya know… eventually I’ll stop askin’."
Disappointment and heartbreak flashed across her face. "… I know."
Whitey's heart stuttered at the look on Y/n's face, guilt hit whitey fast and hard. "Y/n…" Whitey sighed as he leaned forward so he could bury his face in Y/n's chest, feeling her heart beat. "I didn't mean it like that, Darlin'."
She hummed, clearly upset, and tried to move away,
Whitey's grip on her waist and thigh still tight, keeping her where he wanted her. "Please don't be like that, Hell! I didn’t… mean it like that," Whitey lifted his head so he could look up at Y/n, his arms still tightly around her as he stayed holding her where he wanted her. "it… It's just… I'm tired of hearin’ ya say that. That… maybe I should ask again… as if… the answer is gonna to be different." he sighed, "I love ya Y/n… I want to marry ya… I want to… grow old with ya… start a family and have babies with ya. I… I want to make you happy… but I'm… growin’ tired of askin’, Darlin'."
Y/n sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get out of the question she knew was coming.
Whitey was quiet for another long moment as he looked up at Y/n, hands still on her waist, eyes still locked onto hers. "So… is it goin’ to be different this time?"
She sighed with her hands on his neck, a tear in her eye. "It might, ask and find out."
Whitey's hands on her waist gripped just a little tighter. "Y/n." he whispered, "Will ya do me the honours of becomin’ my wife?"
“Yes,” she nodded.
Whitey's grip on Y/n'a waist immediately loosened as relief washed over him. A giant weight on his heart and mind. He let out his breath, which he realized he'd been holding. "Really?"
She nodded again. "Yes,"
Whitey sighed again, relief… happiness, disbelief, and excitement running through his body. the girl he's been chasing was agreeing to become his wife. "Darlin'…ya… you're sure?"
She smiled and nodded sniffling back a tear and wiping one from her eye. "I'm sure, I'd like to marry you… If you'd have me."
Whitey felt like he could fly, like he was floating on air. he couldn't hold back the huge smile that spread across his face. "Of course I'll have ya." His hand on her neck pulled her closer. he was a man possessed. His eyes locked on her face… he needed to kiss her… show her how much he loved her, how much he wanted her. He leaned forward resting his forehead on hers, "My fiancé," he whispered, just marvelling over the word. “My Y/n… finally, my Y/n.” He smiled before closing the gap and kissing her.
Media - Godless (Netflix)
Character - Whitey Winn
Couple - Whitey X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 18+ nudity/ eating out/ face sitting/ face riding/ fingering/ blow jobs/ riding cowgirl/ pinv/ full sex/ raw sex
Word Count - 1656
Whitey laid on his bed enjoying his day off, magazine in hand trying to absorb the words but mostly looking at the pictures.
But suddenly and without warning the door to his house opened revealing Y/n in her usual long blue dress.
Whitey was of course rather taken aback by her sudden arrival as well as her lack of knocking, “Well hello there Y/n, what brings ya to my humble abode on this fine evein’…” He closed his book and smiled warmly at her, sitting up on his bed. “is everythin’ alright?”
Without a word Y/n slammed the door shut, marched herself across his house and pushed Whitey back down on his bed. She mounted his hips and began kissing him hard and intensely,
Whitey was understandably shocked. He'd known Y/n his whole life they'd grown up together and admittedly he'd always had a crush on her but they'd never kissed before! His heartbeat raced as he grappled with what this surprise meant. “woah now, darlin'” Whitey pulled back from her passionately searching her eyes with curiosity and concern. “This is sudden. Don't get me wrong I'm flattered but, what's the occasion here? Have I done somethin' or are ya finally ready to admit there's somethin’ special between us?” He held her gaze intently waiting for an explanation or he’d hoped a sudden declaration of requited love at last in an I love you, praying silently that this might actually be happening.
"I've been trying to masturbate all night and when it comes to cocks in town it's literally you, the bar keep or the undertaker. And neither of them are young enough to have dicks that actully work. I'm kinda out of options here."
“That’s fair…well then Y/n darlin' I reckon you've come to the right place!” he chuckled, “I'd be more than happy to help ya out with that little problem of yours.” Whitey grinned mischievously, as he pulled her closer. “now why don't ya take off that dress and let me show ya what this cowboy can do…”
Y/n happily pulled them closer and kissed him again,
“mmmhmm just like that Y/n,” Whitey's hands roamed her body as he deepened the kiss, his fingers slipping below her dress and grazing her bare thigh teasingly. “now hurry up and get that dress off so I can see what I've been missin’ all these years.” he grinned against her lips, desire growing in his eyes as he imagined finally making love to his childhood crush.
Y/n sat up on her knees undoing the last few times on her gress and tossed her it off leaving her completely naked on top of him,
Whitey's eyes widened in surprise and awe as he drank in the sight of her naked body. “oh my god Y/n…” He reached up to caress her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple softly as he pulled her back down for another deep passionate kiss. “you're so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “I've dreamed of this moment for so long.” His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as he kissed down her neck to her collarbone. Whitey's hands continued their exploration as he kissed down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, his tongue circling her nipples sensitively, causing Y/n to moan in pleasure.
“mmm yes like that,” she sighed, arching her back, thrusting her chest forward.
His hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging in lightly as he kissed lower, tracing the indention of her navel with his tongue before heading further south.
Y/n's breath quickened with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently as he made his way to her most sensitive area.
Whitey spread her legs wider, positioning himself between them. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, his cock twitching in anticipation. “you're so wet for me Y/n,” Whitey groaned appreciatively, his fingers trembling slightly as he caressed her most sensitive area. He leaned forward, circling his tongue around her entrance teasingly before diving in, lapping up her juices. “mmm so sweet,” he hummed, his tongue delving deeper, fucking her slowly with the flat of his tongue.
Y/n cried out, her hips bucking wildly, seeking more stimulation almost trying to ride his face.
Whitey obliged, adding two fingers to her entrance, scissoring them apart as he continued to lick and suck her clit.
“oh fuck yes,” Y/n moaned, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she neared her climax.
Whitey continued to work his magic, fingers and tongue in perfect sync, bringing Y/n closer and closer to the brink. “ya taste so fuckin’ good Y/n,” he growled, his cock throbbing in his trousers, desperate for release. He added a third finger, scissoring them inside her tight sheath, stretching her to the brink, causing Y/n to scream in ecstasy.
“oh god yes! Don't stop!” Y/n pleaded, her hips bucking wildly, meeting his every thrust.
Whitey wasn't about to stop now, not when he was so close to finally tasting her sweet nectar.
Whitey quickened his pace, his tongue and fingers working furiously as he drove Y/n closer to the edge. “cum for me Y/n, let me taste ya sweet cum!” he demanded, thrusting his fingers deeper, sucking her clit hard between his lips.
Y/n let out a strangled scream, her body trembling violently as she reached her orgasm, her juices flowing freely, coating Whitey's face and fingers.
He lapped up every last drop, growling in satisfaction. “fuck yeah, ya taste even better than I imagined,” he purred, sliding his fingers out of her quivering pussy. Whitey leaned back on his elblows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock standing at attention, throbbing with need.
Y/n grabbed at his belt desperately ripping at his trousers,
Whitey watched in awe as Y/n frantically worked at his belt, her eyes fixated on his erect cock. “easy there cowgirl,” he chuckled, helping her remove his trousers and underwear, his cock springing free, standing tall and proud. “Don’t ya worry, ya can ride all ya want darlin’”
Y/n didn't hesitate, wrapping her small hand around the base of his shaft, stroking him gently as she leaned in to take him into her warm, wet mouth. Y/n's warm, wet mouth enveloped Whitey's cock, causing him to groan in pleasure as she sucked him deeply, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
“fuck yes Y/n, just like that,” he grunted, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her pace, thrusting gently into her welcoming mouth. The feeling of her on his cock, mixed with the taste of her on his lips, was intoxicating. He could hardly bear it anymore, his balls drawing up, aching for release. “oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!” he warned, his hips bucking wildly as he spilled his load into Y/n's waiting mouth, groaning in ecstasy as he painted her face with his essence.
Y/n swallowed Whitey's cum, savoring the taste as she looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “mmm, delicious,” she purred, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a trail of his seed behind. Y/n happily pushed Whitey down on his back and climbed into his lap rubbing his still hard cock between her lips “Come on Whitey? You not gonna keep me waiting are you?”
Whitey groaned in pleasure as Y/n's wet pussy rubbed against his rock hard cock, the anticipation of being inside her almost too much to bear. “fuck no Y/n, I want ya so damn bad,” he growled, grabbing her hips and guiding her down onto his throbbing shaft, feeling her tight heat envelop him completely.
“mmm yes, fuck! Whitey!” Y/n moaned, her nails digging into his back as he began to thrust into her, filling her completely with his hard cock.
Whitey's thick cock thrust deeply into Y/n's hot, dripping wet pussy. He reached down to play with her clit, which made her moan deeply. He began to buck his hips, driving into her again and again.
“harder Whitey!” Y/n begged,
Whitey obliged, pulling her down onto him more roughly as he hammered into her. “Fuck, ya feel so tight!”
Y/n began to scream out in ecstasy, her walls tightening around Whitey's cock as she felt the start of her orgasm. The sounds of her pleasure were music to his ears. He knew he couldn't last much longer.
“That's it baby, cum all over my cock,” Whitey grunted, pounding into her with renewed urgency, his own orgasm fast approaching. Whitey's thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his peak. The sound of Y/n's moans and the tightness of her pussy drove him wild. With one final deep thrust, Whitey exploded inside her, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his hot seed. Y/n's scream of pleasure was music to his ears as she shuddered around him, her own climax washing over her in waves. They collapsed together, panting heavily, Whitey's softening cock still buried deep inside Y/n's spent pussy.
Y/n collapsed ontop of Whitey and snuggled up with him still inside her, "Thanks Whitey."
Whitey held Y/n close, his softening cock still buried deep inside her warm, welcoming heat. He gently stroked her back, savoring the feeling of her soft skin against his own. “No, thank you, darlin’,” he whispered, meaning it with all his heart.
Y/n chuckled and happily snuggled up as they got cosy and ready to sleep, "Goodnight Whitey”
Whitey smiled contentedly as Y/n snuggled against him, his softening cock still nestled inside her warm, inviting pussy. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, “Goodnight, my darlin,” he whispered softly,
"love ya…" She whispered
Whitey smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at Y/n's whispered words, the words he had so desperately wanted to hear from her for so very long, He squeezed her gently, “Love ya too, Y/n,” he whispered, his breath warm against her hair.
With that, they both drifted off into a peaceful slumber, their hearts and bodies intertwined, their love as deep and enduring as the night itself.
Media - Godless (Netflix)
Character - Whitey Winn
Couple - Whitey X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 15
Word Count - 998
Whitey had been drinking quite excessively, the dregs of a long evening weighing heavily on his mind and body. With Bill gone and the new mining crew's security taking over the sheriff's office, he felt adrift, purposeless. He lay face down on his unmade bed, the sheets rumpled and stained. His clothes, still crisp with the musk of stale beer and smoke from the bar, clung to him like a second skin, the scent of trouble lingering in the air. The only concession to comfort was the removal of his weathered boots, which lay haphazardly by the bedpost. Next to him on the floor, a shattered beer bottle glistened.
A loud knocking came from his door.
Whitey groaned into his pillow, refusing to be bothered, and too drunk to think of a reason someone may be knocking at this early hour,
The knocking got louder. "Whitey!" Y/n yelled.
He groaned again, more loudly this time, shaking his head against the pillow as the knocking continued.
"Whitey!!" She yelled louder,
"What do ya want?" he yelled, muffled by the pillow.
"Open the damn door!"
"No." He turned over and buried his face into the pillow,
Y/n groaned and began kicking his door. "Whitey!"
"Leave me be, woman!"
Y/n stopped her knocking and kicking for a moment,
Whitey groaned, burrowing deeper into the pillow. He was too tired to fight anyone, and right now, he simply did not want to deal with anyone.
"Whitey!" Y/n yelled as she kicked his door open,
"WHAT?" he shouted back,
"Do you have the slightest idea what's going on in town or are you that out of your damn mind?" Y/n asked as she marched over to his bed.
He rolled over, pillow still over his face as he groaned, "I don't care. None of it matters to me anymore!"
“Oh? Do you not also live here anymore?”
“It don’t matter, y/n…”
"Of course it matters!" She yelled, "You're the deputy!"
He snapped back at that, throwing the pillow off his face and sitting up, glaring at her "I WAS the deputy. Those chucklefucks fired me as soon as they arrived in town."
"And you're just talking that lying down?”
"What am I supposed to do, huh? What do ya expect me to do against them!”
"Walk in there and shoot their bloody cocks off," Y/n said. "Whitey, you’re the best shot this side of the Atlantic. I hate admitting it, but it's true."
"Yeah, yeah." he leaned back into the bed, rubbing his face with his hand, letting out a sigh.
"Whitey, you have to do something." She said sitting down beside him, "They've turned the bar into a damn Casino! Shot up half the damn towns windows! Thrown the undertaker and drygoodsmans in the cells! And have been dragging any girl who goes too close to the office into the desks!" She explained. "You have to do something… We…. God damn it. We need you."
He paused. He hadn't been expecting to hear those words, it took a moment for him to truly feel them, especially coming from y/n. "So what do ya want me to do?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. "I can't just go marchin’ up to there and start shootin' everyone up, I'll be a wanted man"
"Drive them out of town, This is your town, your our deputy not them."
"Ya want me to run them out of town?"
"Yes! Quickly is possible…" She nodded. "Before I end up in the cells for shooting one…"
He chuckled, the first hint of a smile in days beginning to form at the corner of his lips. “Ya really think I can do anythin’ don’t ya?”
"Yes, now go get your job back" Y/n nodded. "And make sure you get the tall one first. He's been slapping my ass all week."
"’cuse me,” He paused. He got to his feet, slipping his feet into his boots, a slight scowl on his face. “He's been what now?"
"He has been slapping my ass. Only reason I ain't face first on the deputy desk is cause I kicked him in the crotch and bolted."
Whitey's lips twisted into a snarl, a flash of anger crossing his face as he did up his gun belts, "When I'm done with 'em, he's gonna spend a lotta time regrettin’ touchin’ ya like that," he glanced around his room for the final touch, his hat, which he had thrown across the floor a few nights ago. He snatched it up from the ground and slapped it onto his head before turning to her. "You stay here."
"I'll leave you to your work." She nodded,
"Alright, but stay outa trouble while I'm gone."
Y/n nodded. "Ooh! Before you go!"
He paused at the door, hand on the handle, glancing back to her. He tilted his head slightly, a questioning look on his face.
Without warning Y/n grabbed his shirt collar and kissed whitey hard on the lips. He'd always wanted her to kiss him, but they'd never done more than kissing on the knuckles and the occasional cheek kisses for special occasions.
He froze, stunned as her lips met his, his hand leaving the door to instead move to gently grasp at her waist.
She pulled back and smiled up at him. "Figured ya needed some extra confidence." Y/n teased. "Once them awful boys are gone, you get another one."
He stood there, a little shell shocked, but he chuckled, bringing his hand to grab her chin, gently stroking her cheek, his fingers lightly running along her skin. He nodded at her, smirking at the suggestion of another kiss, "I'll be holdin' ya to that"
"I bet it won't be all you'd be holding me against." She giggled
His smirk deepened, and a slightly teasing look crossed his face as he gently pulled her a little closer "Now now, you’re gonna be causin' problems if ya tease me like that.”
"Go. Whitey." Y/n told him,
He looked down at her, a soft smile on his face as he gave her one more little peck. "Yes, ma’am," he nodded before he headed out to deal with these mining boys.
Media - Godless (Netflix)
Character - Whitey Winn
Couple - Whitey X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 15
Word Count - 2520
Y/n sat on her horse's saddle, holding the reins as they trotted along across the New Mexico dust. Her dress hung around her hiding her legs and boots as she wandered he landscape aimlessly. She'd come out to get away from all the suffocating ladies in Labelle, always and forever up in her business, but unfortunately, she wasn't on her own.
As the moment she took her horse from the stable, Whitey Winn jumped up from the sheriff’s office wanting to come with her! And was not taking no for an answer.
Y/n sighed, hearing Whitey's horse following along behind her like a lost puppy.
Whitey had always followed Y/n around, and had done every since they where children. Ever since he was a tiny little boy he had adored her, wanted to be close to her, wanted to hold her in his arms and squeeze her to death!
Y/n, however, was less than enthusiastic. As a child she wanted nothing to do with smelly little whitey from down the road going to the extend to bribe him with candy just so he’d leave her alone.
This went on for literal years! It lessened as they got older, but in truth never fully went away.
Over time, Y/n did mellow to his clingy ways. She did love his sweet adoration and his utter devotion to her, even if she wouldn’t let him know that. Often just pawning him off with a kiss whenever she wanted him to leave her be.
The issue was that now meant he follows her at every opportunity, to 'protect her' in hopes he'll get a kiss.
Whitey smiled to himself as he galloped his horse to catch up with her, sitting up straight in his saddle and adjusting his hat before calling to her. "Hey, Y/n! Ya wanna slow down? I'm gettin’ a little behind ‘ere." As he moved his horse back to her pace. "God damn, I can’t believe it, just me and you out ‘ere huh? Peaceful, Ain’t it?"
Y/n hummed and didn't answer him.
Whitey didn't seem phased by her lack of response, he was used to it by now and simply shrugged continuing to ride at her pace as he held the reins loosely, his horse trotting along with her’s. "’ow long ya plan on ridin’ for? I've never seen ya go so far from town. Ya must ‘ave somethin’ on ya pretty Lil mind."
"Just riding 'til I feel like going home," Y/n answered dismissively,
Whitey frowned at her nonchalant response, he could practically hear the tone in her voice. He knew she was annoyed with him or at least irritated. He hated the way she never paid attention to him or ever showed any kind of affection his way. He wanted her to like him! Hell, he wanted her to love him. "Just ridin’? So ya don't ‘ave a destination in mind? Caus’ kinda seems like ya just goin’ in a circle at this rate."
"That's the plan. Just wanna be somewhere else for a while." Y/n answered purposely going around in large circles and back on her self almost in an attempt to loose whitey somehow. So she could go where she intended.
Whitey nodded in acknowledgment, but he continued to follow her, determined to keep up. "Are ya tryin’ to lose me?" he said matter-of-factly,
"Oh? Whatever would I be doing that?" Y/n asked sarcastically.
Whitey smirked a little, "Cut it out, Y/n. I can see right through ya." he said with a soft, yet firm demeanor. He leaned a little over in his saddle, keeping his balance as his horse continued to move in rhythm with hers.
"Maybe because your constantly up my ass." She glared.
Whitey raised his eyebrows at her comment, not completely surprised by her response, he'd heard it before, but it still stung a little. "’ey, I'm only tryin’ to protect ya, ya know that. It ain’t easy though with ya tryin’ to shake me off like I'm a damn fly!" he sounded slightly frustrated as he called out to her.
"Why would I need protection? I'm a grown woman whitey!"
"I know you're a grown woman! I ain’t sayin’ ya can't take care of yaself," He retorts back, with a mix of frustration and defensiveness. He paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts before continuing. "But come on, I ain’t goin’ to just gon’ sit back and let ya go wanderin’ off into god knows where on ya own!" He said, “There could be… Creeps and Bastards that get one look at a pretty girl like you…and… if I… if I ain’t ‘ere to protect ya,” he explained trailing off unable to even say such things about Y/n.
"You really think a creep would even get halfway through trying to put me on my back before I shot his head off?" She laughed,
Whitey chuckled at her tough attitude, knowing full well she was capable of what she was boasting, but he still shook his head. "You and I both know ya can defend ya self. But sometimes even you need a bit of backup. I don't like the thought of ya bein’ out ‘ere all alone. So, I'm gonna stick around whether ya like it or not."
Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed but accepted his presence. She kicked her horse and headed to her true destination actually allowing him to come with her for once. Soon enough she pulled her horse over at a beautiful waterfall that fell from some high rocks into a beautiful pool that filtered down to the nearby river.
Whitey looked at the waterfall for a moment, taking in the peaceful sight. It was the first time she had actually let him accompany her willingly. "I never knew there was a waterfall out ‘ere…" he said softly, dismounting from his horse as he approached the large rocks that surrounded the pool of water.
"Most don't. Hence why I like it here." She said, tiring her horse up and sitting on the rocks, pulling back her dress to reveal her stockings as she worked off her boots.
Whitey's eyes wandered as he watched her take off her boots, he couldn't help but notice the stockings and how they hugged her legs. He quickly averted his eyes and coughed as he felt a slight blush creeping on his face, trying to hide it as he sat down on the rock next to her.
She rolled off her stockings and shoved them in her boots. Before she turned and slowly slipped her toes in the water.
He cleared his throat and glanced at the water, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He remained silent for a moment, simply taking in the calming atmosphere, trying to think of something to say, as he felt a little awkward between them.
"I like it out here. It's quiet. Private. None of the town ladies are here asking me six million questions."
Whitey nodded in agreement, "Ya can say that again, people are relentless, I'm constantly bein’ asked to babysit some brat or look after somebodies horses. I swear if one more lady asks me to help brin’ her laundry, I will throw a fit," he said with a heavy sigh.
She laughed. "They ask you because you're one of the only men around. The dry-goodsman and undertaker aren't no use to anybody. And half the town Hates bill."
Whitey grinned as he watched her laugh and nodded in agreement. "Exactly! I guess they figure I'm youn’ and able, so they always come to me for ‘elp with everythin’." he said and chuckled, running his hand through his blonde hair. He then turned his head to look at her with a smirk. "But I swear I get more attention from these old biddies than I do from all the youn’ women in town combined."
"… Young women? You mean me." She nodded,
"Yeah, well, ya ain’t made it easy. I mean, I've been tryin’ to woo ya for ten lon’ years, but ya about as welcomin’ as a ‘ornet's nest," he said, and he laughed softly, shaking his head at the memory of his many failed attempts to get her attention.
Y/n nodded, "I don't mean to be a ass to ya whitey, I just… I don't know. Guess I'm so sick of the old ladies in own asking when I'm gonna get married, I just kinda want to avoid the whole idea."
Whitey listened to her words silently, and nodded. "I get it that it's gettin’ annoyin’, but ya can't avoid love and marriage forever. Ya deserve to be ‘appy, to be desired, and loved by a man who’d go to the ends of the earth for the privilege to be with ya," he said in a softer tone, his eyes locking onto hers.
Y/n nodded. "… The issue is labelle has what six men. Bills a widow, Barkeep and the Undertaker are old enough to be my grandfather. Drygoodsmans and asshole." She laughed, “and that leaves the preacher… and I don’t think I’m his type.”
Whitey raised a brow, feeling a little hurt that she had overlooked him completely. "ey, what about me? I'm youn’, stron’, good-lookin’, and I'm the deputy. I could make a good husband, ya know."
Y/n chuckled. "I suppose I don't really have much of a choice, do I? It's you… Or I move out of town and find some other gentlemen." She said with a slightly joking tone. "Would you do all that?" Y/n asked. "Make me happy? Desire me? Love me and go to the ends of the earth just for the privilege of being with me?" She asked throwing his own words back at him.
Whitey's eyes locked with hers, a small smile tugging at his lips. He knew she was testing him, but he was damn well going to pass. "I would move ‘eaven and earth itself for ya, Y/n. From that day until I take my last breath, I'd be the devoted, most lovin’, most desirin’ ‘usband ya could ever ask for. I'd give ya the whole world if ya simply asked me," he said firmly, with a unwavering gaze that held a lifetime of promise.
Y/n playfully scoffed. "… You've been saying that since we were tiny."
Whitey laughed, "I know I ‘ave, and I can't tell ya ‘ow many times I've considered just draggin’ ya to the preacher, and ‘avin’ ‘im marry us already,"
Y/n laughed. "I'd have kicked ya if you tried.”
"Yeah, I'm sure ya would ‘ave." he said and laughed softly.
"…how about next Tuesday." She nodded watching the waterfall.
Whitey froze for a moment, “F-For what?”
"For seeing the preacher?"
His heart skipped a beat at her words. He couldn't believe that after years and years, she was finally considering it?! “Ughhh-” He grurgled a little. "Next Tuesday? Goin’ to see the preacher? To get married? Us? Like… actually!"
"Yeah," she shrugged, "be sooner but I need a new dress, you bed a good bath … And we should probably talk to Maggie about taking that nice house by the hill to live in."
Whitey's heart soared with her words, but he’d been asking her to marry him for as long as he could remember, he was waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under him, "Ya are serious, aren't ya?" he asked again,
Y/n shrugged. “Yeah,”
"So… next Tuesday we're getting married? For real? Like no more jokes, you're serious?"
"I'm serious." Y/n nodded with a wide smile,
He stood up, standing in the water, his heart still racing as he wrapped her up in a tight hug picking her up and spinning her around, unable to contain his excitement any longer. He felt like he was about to explode with happiness. "I can't believe it, I'm marryin’ the girl I've loved my whole life! It feels like a dream come true!" he said, pulling back to look into her eyes,
Y/n laughed. "Yeah, well, after so long I got to finally reward your dedication darling."
Whitey grinned, feeling his heart swell with love for her almost tearing up he was so happy, "I've been dedicated for a lon’ time, and I will remain loyal to ya for the rest of my life. I'll never stop lovin’ ya, and worshippin’ the ground ya walk on," he said, his voice filled with tenderness and devotion.
Y/n laughed joyfully. "Yeah? Even if I walk on wet mud?'
Whitey laughed along with her and nodded. "Even if ya walk on wet mud, ‘ell! I'd even kneel down and lick the mud off the bottom of ya shoes if ya asked me to. I'd do anythin’ for ya, Y/n."
Y/n laughed and leant up to kiss his lips,
Whitey was caught off guard by the sudden kiss, but he quickly melted into it. His arms enveloped around her waist, pulling her in close, and he felt a surge of love and affection wash over him. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was happening. He returned the kiss passionately, and his heart raced with overwhelming happiness. He never wanted this moment to end, he wanted to stay in her arms forever, feeling her soft lips against his, and her body pressed tightly against his.
She pulled back with a slight giggle. "Can I go down now hubby?"
Whitey's heart skipped a beat at her words. ‘Hubby’ was something he had been so eager to hear her call him. He loosened his grip on her waist and gently lowered her back down to her feet, his hands still lingering on her hips. "Of course ya can…" he said with a soft smile, "My soon-to-be wife." He couldn't help but feel a sudden sense of possessiveness wash over him. This woman, the love of his life, was finally going to be his wife. The feeling was surreal, and he couldn't wait to make it official. "We need to get back to town! We need everythin’ set up, we don't have much time!" he said, his voice filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
"Alright, come on," She said picking up her stockings and boots sitting on the rock to slip them on.
"I'll need to talk to the preacher about the marriage, and you'll need a dress," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. “Then we need to get that cute little ‘ouse with all those extra rooms for us!”
Y/n agreed, fixing her dress and heading towards her horse. "Yep, I'm sure the preacher will be fine, not like he's a busy man. And I'm sure I can get a dress made by one of the town ladies or order one to arrive within a few days "
Whitey nodded as he followed her to her horse. He paused for a moment, feeling a slight pang of nerves and excitement. Taking her hand in his and giving her another long kiss, "I still can't believe this is ‘appin’” He smiled,
“It’s really happening,” she nodded, nuzzling into his shirt,
“Ummmmm,” He cooed lovingly, squeezing her close and kissing her head, “Now come on, before I snap and just marry ya right ‘ere and now.”
She rolled her eyes. “Alright, come on.” She nodded, climbing up on her horse and kicking off to rush back home. “First one home get’s a kiss, Hubby.”
Whitey off course climbing onto his own horse and racing after her, “Comin’ wifey!”
Media - Godless (Netflix)
Character - Whitey Winn
Couple - Whitey X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 12
Word Count - 1271
Whitey sat on the sheriff's office porch. He enjoyed the gentle sway of the old rocking chair on the warm New Mexico breeze. His hat pulled down low to keep the afternoon sun from his eyes, after a couple hours or so of his napping, Whitey began to wake as he felt far more aware of his surroundings. The sound of cheerful laughter caught his attention.
As he pushed his hat up and opened his eyes, he noticed he wasn't alone.
As a little girl sat beside his boots, in a blue dress, with long blonde curls, as she plaid with a rag doll, The little girl was Mabel, she was the daughter of Miss Y/n. A young seamstress in town that Whitey had one hell of a crush on.
Whitey smiled as he realised who was with him. He quickly sat up straight, he took note of just how adorable she was just sitting by his feet, He looked around and noticed her mother missing so clearing his throat he tried to speak, "Well Hello there, Miss Mabel,” He smiled, “What’s the littlest lady of Labelle doin’ here?”
“Playin’” Mable answered,
“I see that.” He nodded, “Where’s ya Momma at?”
She shrugged, "Out. She said to come stay with you."
"She… did huh? She just told ya to come hang with the sheriff?”
"She said ‘Mr Winn ain't doing nothin' he can look after ya’." Mable said obviously parroting her mother’s words,
Whitey chuckled to himself and placed his hand behind his head. "Well, I suppose she's right. I ain't doin’ much. How long ya Momma tell ya to hang with me for?"
"Till she comes to get me." Mable shrugged as she went back to playing with her doll,
Whitey sighed, well at least he got to spend a little time with the woman he had his eyes on's daughter, "Well alright then." After a few minutes of quiet. Whitey hatched a little plan, "Ya know ya momma's been a single mother for a while now, has she ever mentioned to ya if she was seein’ someone?"
Mable shook her head, "Momma says boys are stupid. And that daddy was an up-struck cowboy who didn't know which end of his 45. To hold." She said, "She says Mr Winn is the only nice boy she's ever met."
Whitey’s face got a small red to it as he chuckled and gave her head a small pat. "Tell me somethin’ Mabel, don't ya think ya Momma would be happier with a man in her life? Someone lookin’ after her and you?"
"Probably." She shrugged, "I think she would like somebody. Keep us safe and warm. I think she gets lonely she's always hugging her pillow at night… Makes me wanna give her my teddy."
Whitey chuckled a little at her last comment, that was certainly one of the cutest things he'd ever heard. He could almost see the mental image of her giving her mother her favourite teddy bear to hold. It would have been adorable. "Now that certainly sounds like she's lonely. Ya know the best way to help her not be lonely?"
"Get her a teddy?" Mable suggested holding up her ragdoll,
he chuckled, "While that would certainly be a start. Ya know what would be even better?"
she shook her head,
"Now what I think would help ya Momma's loneliness out the most, is if she started seein’ someone new. Someone who could take her on dates, who could bring her nice things, someone to give her hugs and kisses."
Mable giggled, "would he bring me nice things too?"
"Of course, you'd be gettin’ all the nice things, little lady. And maybe they'd even give ya a nice big ol' teddy bear huh?"
Mable giggled excitedly, "Where do we find a man for Momma? Do we need to order one in the post?"
Whitey laughed, cleared his throat and sat up straight and held back a smirk. "Oh don't worry little one. I believe I might already know a man who'd be interested in ya Momma."
"oh? Who?" Mable asked,
"Oh, he's someone she already knows. Someone who's been interested in her for quite some time now. Someone who'd absolutely spoil her and treat her like a queen," Whitey continued to grin to himself as he kept going, "This man would give her lots of cuddles and plenty of kisses. Give her the attention she deserves after raisin’ ya all on her own." he smirked, "He'd also buy her all sorts of pretty dresses and jewellery. He'd take her on picnics and horse rides through the woods. She'd want for nothin’ with a fella like that," Whitey chuckled as he spoke, "And most importantly, do ya know what else this man would give ya Momma?"
"What?" Mable asked
"He'd give your Momma all the love and attention that she'd ever want for. He'd never want her to go another day feelin’ lonely. He'd make sure she always had someone to talk to and someone to hold her tight at night,"
Mable giggled excitedly,
"Mable? Stop botherin’ Mr Winn." Y/n laughed as she came over in her long blue shirt and white blouse,
"Momma!" Mable immediately dropped her ragdoll and bolted over for a hug,
Whitey chuckled to himself as he stood up from his rocking chair to greet the young woman. "Howdy miss Y/n. Ya little lady ain't been no trouble. I swear! She's a little sweetheart."
"That's very kind of you to say, Mr Winn. Go on grab your dolly little lady." Y/n told Mable
"Miss Y/n, mind if I ask ya a som’thin’?"
"Go on Mr Winn?" She raised an eyebrow,
Whitey watched Mable run off as she spoke, waiting until she was out of earshot "Have ya given any more thought to my offer from a couple weeks ago?"
"oh? Remind me?" She pretends not to remember,
Whitey stepped closer to her, "Ya know dam well what I'm talkin’ about, my offer to take ya for coffee and maybe a walk around the forest?"
"Oh yes, I do recall." She nodded, "What about it?"
"I was just wonderin’ if ya had given it any more thought?"
"Well, I would be delighted but whatever shall I do with this young lady?" She asked as Mable ran back to her ragdoll in hand,
"Now I guess that's a predicament ain't it. I'm sure I could find a babysitter for her if needs be,"
"Well, if you arrange the sitter. I'll arrange the coffee. That a deal Mr Winn?"
Whitey gave her a grin as he nodded, "That sounds like a deal to me Miss Y/n. Though, I got a small stipulation if that's alright with ya?"
"oh? And what's that?"
Whitey chuckled as he gently reached around her waist, giving it a small tug, pulling her against him, "I'd like ya to call me Whitey, not Mr Winn"
Mabel giggled watching the adults clearly flirting with one another,
"I suppose that can be arranged, Whitey." She answered, "Come on Miss Mable we have dinner to get started. What do we say?"
"Thank you for looking after me, Mr Winn." Mable smiled,
"You're very welcome darlin’. Ya take care of ya Momma now."
Mable giggled taking Y/n's hand,
"I will, bye bye Mr Winn!" Mable waved,
"See ya around Whitey." Y/n smiled giving Whiteys cheek a small kiss before ushering herself and Mable away towards their home,
Whitey stood on the porch, frozen and just completely stunned. He couldn't believe what just happened, she just kissed his cheek! She kissed his Goddamn cheek! He reached up and touched his cheek, his heart still racing from the shock of it. Whitey smirked as he turned to go back into the office, he'd need to organise that babysitter tonight, and he would make sure that his date with Y/n was the most romantic date she'd ever had.
