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sugarpopss · 2 years

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I love pathetic men. Like oh he’s so sad and wet eyed and gross. He’s my mostest specialist boy in the world. He’s gonna put his head in my lap and cry. I’m gonna fuck him and make him breakfast

#yeah this is about Edward nashton and Percy Dolarhyde #Edward nashton #percy dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #the batman #batman 2022 #danonation

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fortunaegloria · 5 months

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Harrison Ford in Cowboys & Aliens (2011) dir. Jon Favreau

#harrison ford #cowboys and aliens #cowboys & aliens #movieedit #filmedit #mine

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riddlersbimbo · 3 months

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me and my weak spot for paul dano's beautiful teeth pt. 3 (pt. 1) (pt.2)

#paul dano #escape at dannemora #love and mercy #for ellen #knight and day #the batman #cowboys and aliens #the extra man #swiss army man #misc #fave danos #my content #dano dude #teeth

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danosrosegarden · 7 months

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calling shots - percy dolarhyde x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day eight. prompt: brat taming. 🎃}

{contains: switchy/rough penetrative sex (genitals/gender not specified), mild hair pulling, male masturbation, and orgasm denial.}

☽ Maybe you really did hate Percy. Maybe some smoldering, angry bricks of burning hot enmity were aflame in the deep, dank cave of your heart. He was just so fucking aggravating...that stupid, smug smirk of his lit a fire in your belly that licked at your guts and made you tremble with rage.

☽ Perhaps what got under your skin the most was when he decided to poke fun at you and prod at your weak spots; it was always when you had stripped bare for him and somehow, once again, found yourself on all fours. You cursed yourself, stamped on your own foot thinking about all the times you'd let him get away with calling you his good little whore, his pretty little slut, simply offering a laughable moan in response to his acid-laced jabs.

☽ Maybe he'd chuckle at first when you finally got the courage one night to pin his wrists down and growl in his ear. I've had just about enough of your disrespect, Dolarhyde. But don't think for a second that a shockwave of red-hot realization didn't just coarse through his body...he likes seeing you put up a racket, try your hand at taking control. He can't let you know that, though, and he's flipping you back under him, leaving you to squirm under his tight grip.

☽ "That's cute, darlin'. But I think you're forgettin' who's callin' shots here."

☽ You won't give up without a fight, though it's difficult to claim dominance when he's pounding into you. It's not your fault it's so hard to bite back your mewls when he's the one slamming against your sweet spot, kissing it with rough thrusts over and over until your eyes were rolling back into your head.

☽ "F-fuckin' can't stand you." The words dribbled from your mouth like drool, a sloppy, jumbled mess.

☽ You whine when he suddenly stops thrusting and gives the roots of your hair a harsh tug. "Say sorry." "Go to hell." You almost laugh at how instant the retort came spitting out from your gritted teeth.

☽ He lets go of your hair and sends you back with a tumbling shove. "That's all you're getting from me, then. Ain't takin' your shit tonight, I can help myself." And he does, his big, tanned hand reaching down to give himself strong, steady pumps.

☽ If you had the energy, you'd swat his hand away, push him down, and ride him until he was arching and pleading to finish inside you. But you'd already gotten a sweet, juicy taste of the rugged bliss of him inside of you; damned if you weren't going to finish around him, make him quiver and whimper as you tighten up and dig your nails into his back. The only way to capture what you wanted was to surrender.

☽ "I'm sorry," you mumbled. Percy's hand ceased pumping as he looked up and cocked a brow. "What was that?"

☽ "I said I'm sorry," you said louder, the frustration bubbling in your gut just as the warm knot of pleasure began sizzling inside of you once more. "I'm your good little whore, Perc, your pretty little slut. Just fuck me, damn it!"

☽ There it was...that condescending smirk spread wide across his face. "My pretty little slut, huh? Prove it." He stalks over to you. Maybe it was fun to fight back, but it was a thrilling, breath-snatching, hair-raising blast to accept your fate as putty in his hands.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #percy dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #percy dolarhyde x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 | 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | when percy is returned to earth, he doesn’t remember his father, his friends, or you. you’re tasked with reminding your husband of all the memories he lost. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | percy dolarhyde (cowboys and aliens, 2011) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— fingering (f!receiving), slight dom!percy, pain kink, breeding kink, housewife kink (kinda), creampie, reunion sex, mentions of arranged marriage, reader and percy have a history of fighting, memory loss 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | this is @mustyrosewater‘s fault blame her but also *pushes hair behind ear* hey percy what’s up // taglist blog: @cremebruhleewrites

“Percy!” you cried, searching the crowd of lethargic people for him. Colonel Dolarhyde led the way, and, the moment you saw your husband, you couldn’t help the cry that left your throat. He looked exhausted, his several-day ordeal having been taxing, no doubt, covered in dirt and grime, blood dried by his ears. Those big green eyes of his were blown out to almost nothing, his hair curled behind his ears. Your poor Perce had been through a lot, and you couldn’t stop yourself from running to him and hugging him tightly. “Jesus, honey, I thought I lost you!” You nestled your head under his chin and, even though he stunk something awful, you didn’t want to let go. Percy was safe, Percy was alive, and Percy was home.

His arms went around you, his grip strong but almost hesitant, as if he were afraid that you would disappear if he moved too fast. You didn’t even want to think about the nasty things you had said to him when you saw him last, the night he was taken up into that odd ship in the sky. You had stood outside his cell at the sheriff’s department and berated him for his foolhardy actions with the gun that day, and he had fought back, as always. You had never really liked Percy; you had grown up in Absolution, Arizona, the smallest of small towns, only alive because of Colonel Dolarhyde’s cattle route, and you had learned several months prior that you were engaged to the colonel’s son, whether you wanted to be or not. Back then, you absolutely hated Percy. He was annoying, entitled, and he thought that he was better than everybody else in Absolution, and he didn’t have any issue with reminding you of it. It seemed as if Percy was equally tolerant of the marriage as you were, not even bothering to show up to the small ceremony that your father had negotiated. Instead, you found him at the saloon, already drunk. That night was your very first fight, the first of many. Percy tried to act as if he intended to come to the wedding but had gotten the time wrong, and you didn’t believe him for a second. “Just admit to me that you don’t care enough about me to even pretend to wanna be married!” you told him.

“Maybe I don’t!” Percy told you, his words slurred together. “Maybe I don’t wanna be married, ya think of that? I’m ‘bout as happy about this as you are, and, y’know, if there’s some way I could manage my way outta this, I’d do it! Being married to a bitch like you ain’t gonna prolong my life!”

That night was also the first night you laid with Percy. Somewhere during the night and during your yelling, you and Percy moved closer and closer and closer to each other until you were chest-to-chest, nose-to-nose, and the heat radiating off of his chest was too powerful to resist. You grabbed him by his cravat (silk, of course bought for him by his father) and dragged him into a kiss, and he instantly grabbed your face and kissed back. He tasted like whisky, and his body was hot as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist. The bed squeaked as Percy tossed you down, and he hurried to unbutton your dress and expose your skin to him. You had never been around a man who seemed like such an animal, and Percy fit the bill as he pulled off your dress and petticoats to reach your body. You hardly had time to unbutton Percy’s pants before he was turning you around and running his fingers along your cunt. “Look at that,” he laughed, biting at the skin of your neck. “Little whore’s all ready for me, even though you’re mad. Are ya really mad, darlin’, or are ya just pretendin’?”

“Shut up,” you told him, reaching behind you and digging your nails into the skin of his hip. He winced, biting harder at your neck, and you added, “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Percy?”

Percy laughed again. “Pretty girl using naughty words,” he said. “I like when my women get a little frisky, gets me all hot up under my collar. You wanna ask again? Nicer this time, though, Missus Dolarhyde.”

“God, just fuck me!” you cried, and his hand slammed over your mouth to keep you quiet as he pushed his hard cock into you. “Can’t fucking believe I’m letting you fuck me,” you added, muffled by his palm.

“Oh, believe it, darlin’,” Percy laughed. “God, your pussy feels so good, at least your father was right when he promised me a virgin.” And so, Percy fucked you, moaning into your neck and marking your skin with his teeth, and he apologized to you once you were leaking cum, both yours and his. “M’sorry,” he mumbled, laying with you on the bed and pushing your hair out of your face. “Maybe I didn’t care too much ‘bout gettin’ married, but you proved me wrong. I’ll love ya, darlin’, just as much as I can manage.” Then, his words from before finally sank in, and you sat up, pushing him away.

“My father promised me to you?” you repeated. “You knew about this from the start, you lied to me!”

But, as much as you fought and made up and fought again, you did love Percy. When he wasn’t drunk or acting like a damn fool, he was a good husband. His father’s wealth kept you well-fed and dressed, and Percy would bring you flowers when he came home in the evenings. He would wrap his arms around you as you made dinner and softly inquire about your day, and he would snuffle at your neck like a dog to make you laugh. Of course, the domestic nights were few and far between, and you typically spent your nights getting Percy out of whatever trouble he had found himself in, and then berating him for getting into trouble in the first place. Those nights, you followed your routine: you two would fight, then make angry, furious love, and then quietly promise each other to never fight again, until the next time Percy did something bad.

That’s why tears pricked at your eyes as Percy’s hug grew tighter and more confident around you, and you whispered, “Oh, thank God, Perce.”

Percy finally let you go, and his warm hand came up to cup your cheek, the way he always did before he kissed you. But he looked confused, like it was his first time making the movement. “Percy?” you whispered. “Honey, answer me, is something wrong?”

“Wh…” your husband began, his wife eyes flicking to his pa, then back to you. His pale cheeks grew red as he looked at you, never lifting his eyes from your mouth, and he finally said, “Who’re you?”

You sniffled as you laughed. “You and your jokes,” you whispered as you shook your head. “Now’s not the time, though, honey, are you hurt?”

“No,” Percy began. His voice was the same but slow and mumbling, like he was struggling to speak, and he said, “I don’t rem’mber much.. Who’re you?”

Percy was ravenous once you got him home, and he ate just about everything in your house. The house was small, but it was yours, and you sat at the dinner table as Percy ate. You watched him anxiously, hoping that something about the house— the smell of it, the look of the bed, the flowers on the counter or the pictures on the wall— would spark his memory, but he seemed wholly unaffected. “Thank you,” he mumbled once he was finished with his food, and you sighed.

“Perce,” you whispered, and you reached out for his hand. “Do you remember anything now?”

Your husband looked around the tiny one-room home, and he slowly shook his head. “I feel like I should,” he said. “Being home, but… But I can’t.” You sighed heavily, your chin wobbling as you held back tears, and Percy squeezed your hand. “I-I know I love you. I don’t gotta remember that, I already knew that. I know you’re my wife, but I don’t remember how we met or nothing.”

You pursed your lips, and you let your hand fall from Percy’s grip. “We were children,” you told him. “All the children in Absolution went to this one schoolhouse, and you were sat on the other side of the aisle from me. The-The boys were separated from the girls back then, probably for good reason. You… You used to tug on my braids and laugh at me when I got mad. My momma used to tell me it was because you liked me, and I guess, y’know… That’s true.”

“I’ve always liked you?” Percy asked.

“Apparently so,” you said, and Percy laughed softly.

“You are really pretty,” Percy told you. “How did I start courting you?”

“You really didn’t,” you shrugged. “Umm, I was told that our fathers arranged a marriage between us, but I later found out that…That you lied to me, and you were part of making the arrangements from the beginning.”

“Oh,” Percy mumbled. His thin eyebrows wrinkled together as he thought, and he said, “Am I usually like that? Lyin’ to you and all?”

You wanted to deny him and tell him no, but he deserved to know the truth. “Yes,” you said, and you watched his face fall. “You very regularly lie to me, yell at me, disrespect me… We fight a lot, nearly every day.”

“Oh, God,” Percy mumbled. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I’m sure I don’t mean it.”

You shrugged. “We just don’t like each other,” you told him. “It’s not a big deal, my mom and dad didn’t like each other either.”

“It shouldn’t be that way, though,” Percy said. “I mean, I must’a wanted to marry ya for some reason. There’s no way I just plain don’t like ya.”

You tried not to dwell on it for too long. You stood up and started to gather dishes, just as you did every night, but Percy stopped you. “Sit down,” he told you. “You’ve been runnin’ ‘round all day, I’ll do this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I-I usually do that.”

“Sounds like I’m a shit-poor husband,” Percy chuckled lightly, but you could tell he was in his head about it. “I don’t do nothin’ ‘round the house?”

“Sometimes you help me clean,” you said with a shrug. “You keep me company while I cook… Even though you’re just mostly in my way.” You smiled at your poor attempt at a joke, and then said, “You’re just never really around to do stuff for me.”

“Well, where the hell am I at, if not here?” Percy asked. He transferred all the dishes to the small washtub you had next to the stove, and he pulled up his pants a bit before he knelt down and gathered the slim bar of soap. It was a sight you had never seen before, and the thought that it was so unlike the Percy you knew brought tears to your eyes. However, when Percy heard your sniffles, he undoubtedly thought that the question was the cause of your distress. “Oh, little darlin’, please don’t cry, I don’t wanna make you cry.”

“You’re always at that damn saloon!” you sobbed finally, and Percy dropped the bar of soap into the water and came to your side, kneeling in front of you and resting his forehead against your knee. You had helped him wash all the blood and grime off of himself when you first got home, and his dark ginger hair was still drying, and it was damp to the touch when you carded your fingers through his hair. “And that’s why we fight, you come home drunk and you don’t give a damn ‘bout our home or ‘bout me… ‘Bout nothing!”

“I’m sorry,” Percy said softly. He looked up at you from his place on the floor, his big green eyes wet with tears, and he mumbled, “I-I remember something.”

“What is it?” you sniffled, and you hurried to wipe your cheeks dry. “What do you remember, honey?”

“I remember you sittin’ here, crying,” Percy started. “I don’t remember what about, but I was standin’ over there—” Percy gestured across the house, next to the bed, “And I was just… Bein’ plum awful to you. Callin’ ya names, accusing’ ya of being with other men… Jesus, I’m sorry. I don’t ever wanna make you feel bad like this again. I hate seein’ ya cry, baby, can you give me a smile?” His hands smoothed up your leg, pushing your skirt and petticoats just a little high to expose your knee, and he gently kissed your knee, covered by your cotton stocking. “What do I gotta do to see that smile?”

You were afraid to ask. Typically, that sort of request got you a laugh and a drunken “Fuckin’ do it yourself, slut”, and your heart hurt at the idea that this new Percy would react the same way as he used to. But you knew he wouldn’t, there was no way he could. “Will you…” you started, and you shook your head. It was too intimidating to even ask, even though he was your husband.

“Will I what, baby?” Percy asked. “What do you want? I’ll do anything to see your smile.”

“Just give me a kiss,” you said, even though that’s nowhere close to what you really wanted from him. “That’s all I want.”

Percy rose to his knees to reach your face, and his big, warm hands cupped your cheeks. Without a word of complaint, Percy leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, and you threw your arms around him and kissed back. It had been so long since Percy had just kissed you, and the feeling of his warm mouth was a better feeling that you could have ever remembered. Your dear husband was there, and he wasn’t ever going to leave. It warmed your heart, and you sniffled as you pulled away from his kiss. “Thank you, Percy,” you whispered, and you gently touched his face, smoothing your thumb down his cheek.

“When’s the last time I made love to you?” Percy asked. His hands lightly touched your knees and almost threatened to go higher, his forefinger and thumb capturing the edge of your dress.

“I think it was the night before you were taken,” you said. “You were drunk, and we fought, and we always made up by fuckin’.”

“No, no,” Percy said, shaking his head. “Proper made love to you? All nice and shit, the way you deserve to be treated. When was that?”

You had to think. You and Percy had been married for about a year, and you couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t drunk while you had sex. “Never, I think,” you said. “You were always drunk.”

“Always?” Percy repeated, and you nodded. “But not the first time, though, right?”

“Even the first time,” you said through your nod, and Percy looked off to the side. He obviously was holding back words, no doubt at his state as a husband, and he finally sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he told you firmly. “Ya hear me? I am sorry for the shit I’ve done to you, and I will be better for you. I’ve gotta be, what sorta man am I if I don't love you right? I promise you that I’ll do better.”

Percy’s fingers still played with your dress, and you leaned forward to meet him in a kiss again. He did more this time, though, his arms going around you and lifting you up to embrace him. He broke the kiss to bury his face in your neck, and he laid quick, hurried kisses to the skin that peaked above your collar. You could tell that he wanted to right all of his wrongs, this one included, and you carefully pushed him away in order to see his pretty face. Percy truly was beautiful, his high cheekbones and plump mouth all so inviting, and you whispered, “Percy, will you make love to me?”

Percy smiled, his blinking slow and pleased, and he said, “I was waiting for you to ask, darlin’.” He captured you in his arms again, and he pulled you back to him to kiss him. The kiss this time was messy and unbridled, your husband’s brutish animal side coming through. His arms were nice and tight around you as his tongue sneaked between your lips, and you couldn’t help but break the kiss to smile and giggle. “What’s so funny, darlin’?” Percy asked, setting a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You haven’t kissed me like this in a long time,” you told him, and Percy’s muddy green eyes twinkled as he lifted you up into his grip. He carried you nicely to the bed, just big enough for the two of you on the nights that Percy actually came home to sleep.

He set you down, the springs of the bed creaking underneath you, and he said, “All the more reason to do it, then.” Percy kissed you again, his warm hands sliding up your legs, and he began to roll down your stockings from your leg. His kisses moved from your mouth to your neck, and he abandoned your stockings to undo the buttons on your dress. His teeth nipped at your neck as he worked to unclothe you, and you helped him when his fingers struggled with the small buttons. Percy smiled into your neck, and he said, “I remember something.”

You gasped, and pulled his head from your neck, and you quickly asked, “What? What do you remember?”

“I remember…” Percy began, and he settled his face back in your neck, and he began to make little grunts and sniffles into your neck, biting and swiping his nose against your skin. He was doing his snuffling routine that always made you laugh and, just like before, you giggled and batted at his head playfully. “I remember ya liked that.”

“I do,” you told him. “It’s just funny.”

“Ya like it when I kiss your neck?” Percy asked, and his playful snuffles turned into nice kisses, his mouth open and his tongue laving your warm skin. A soft moan slipped from your mouth and you carded your fingers through Percy’s long hair and tugged as his teeth joined. You knew he was making little marks on your neck as he bit at you, but you just couldn’t tell him to stop.

Percy resumed his job of undressing you, working quickly to expose your bare skin to him, and your fingers rejoined his. Soon, your dress was loose enough to shuck down your body, and Percy kissed your skin the whole way down, every inch of flesh exposed to him being lavished by his tongue. “You taste good…” Percy mumbled against your breasts, and he carefully took your nipple between his front teeth. The sting of it made you gasp, but he soothed the sting with his warm tongue, and you moaned. “Sound good, too.”

You went to his clothes, unbuttoning his vest and shirt and pants, and you hurried to get him naked. Every inch of Percy was beautiful, and you hooked your legs around his waist once he was finally bare to you. His cock was hard, a sight for your sore, aroused eyes, and you dragged him into a messy and hurried kiss, all teeth and tongue. Your husband didn’t stop his hungry hands from feeling all over you, and you finally cried out when his fingers brushed your wet cunt. Your skin throbbed at his touch, and Percy smiled into your mouth.

“Ya miss me that much?” Percy chuckled. “All wet from the sight’a me, what a good little wife.”

You could tell that Percy was in no mood to take his time, and neither were you, so you were glad when Percy quickly pulled your legs open and spit down onto your cunt. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Gonna take my cock, sweet thing.”

“Percy,” you whimpered. Your hands touched his chest, feeling the sparse hair he had there, and you whined out, “Fuck me, Percy, please.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” Percy chuckled, and you smiled. Each passing second, he was becoming more and more like his old self, but the version of him that you liked, the version that brought you flowers and held you as you slept and cracked jokes. You remembered the old Percy loving it when you cursed, and it seemed that the new Percy liked it as well.

Percy held his cock in his hand and guided himself between your slick folds, and the stretch of your body around his thick, heavy cock had you moaning and letting your head fall back. Percy fixated on your neck again, kissing your skin and sinking his teeth into your flesh, and he slowly filled you with his cock. Every inch made you feel more lightheaded, and you grabbed at every part of him you could reach to urge him further in. Your fingers greedily claimed his hips and his shoulders and you kissed him the whole time. Your fingernails dug into his taut ass, his muscles flexing as he started to fuck into you, and he hissed through his teeth at the pain. You began to pull away, but Percy’s big hand grabbed you by the throat. “I didn’t tell ya to quit,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I-I thought it hurt,” you mumbled, and Percy’s hand squeezed your throat just enough for you to gasp. The feeling of your blood pulsing in your ears heightened the throbbing of your slick walls, and you could suddenly feel every inch of Percy’s rigid cock, splitting you open.

“It did,” he said. “But I ain’t say stop. Scratch me up all you want, little darlin’; I marked up your neck enough, you can do that.”

“Oh, God,” you groaned, and your hands flew up to your neck. You could already feel the tender skin bruising from his teeth and lips, and you added, “Your father’s gonna see that.”

“Fuck him,” Percy whispered. Swiftly, he situated a hand under your thighs, and he lifted your legs up, opening you up completely to him. “Been wantin’ to do this to ya for ages.”

“Do what?” you asked.

“Give you my baby,” Percy whispered on an exhale, grunting as he fucked you hard. The bed hit the wall with every aggravated thrust, and you dug your fingernails into his shoulders and back as you moaned. “Fuck, darlin’, comin’ home and seeing ya all big with my baby… Been waitin’ for me, making dinner, greetin’ me with a big kiss, lettin’ me feel him kick inside ya… I remember dreamin’ ‘bout this.”

“Oh, Percy,” you cooed. “You remembered something else!”

“It’s funny,” Percy began. “The longer I’m inside you, the more I’m rememberin’. Like, I remember wanting to have a son.”

“A son,” you echoed, and you pulled him into a gentle kiss. “I wanna give you a son, Percy. I’d love to do that.”

That seemed to renew some of Percy’s vigour, because his thrusts grew quicker and his grip tighter on your thighs. “M’gonna fuck ya so good,” Percy mumbled lowly, almost to himself. “And nine months from now, you’ll gimme that son we want.”

“I’ll give you everything you want,” you whispered to him, breathless from you nearing orgasm.

“I ain’t need everything,” Percy told you. You felt his cock throbbing inside you, threatening to spill at any moment, and you felt that familiar tingle in your own belly and legs. “I only need you, darlin’.”

“Percy, I’m gonna cum,” you whispered frantically, scratching down his back. Your husband groaned at the pain and hung his head, and you pushed his hair from his eyes as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven, each second growing closer and closer to his release. “Percy—”

“Come on, girl,” he huffed. “You can do it, fuckin’ cum for me. Cum for your husband.”

Your hands fell from his marked back and onto the bed, and you gripped the bedsheets for dear life as Percy fucked you. You didn’t feel like you were in control of your own body as your back arched up, and the hot fire in your belly dissipated as you came. It felt like heaven, and you felt Percy’s warm hand capture your face before he kissed you. The kiss was soft, not greedy or wanting anymore, and Percy gave a high, strangled moan into your mouth as he too finished. He stilled for just a moment, letting the feeling of it wash over him, and you felt his pulse heighten, his cock throbbing inside you.

After a moment’s respite, Percy began to weakly fuck into you, and the wet sound of it made your face burn in shame and a latent arousal. “Gotta make sure it takes,” he whispered against your lips, and he kissed you again. He hissed at the overstimulation on his cock, and you shushed him gently as you pulled him down to you, helping him lay down. Still inside you, he let his full weight settle on top of you, and you brushed back his hair and kissed the side of his face.

“Thank you, Perce,” you whispered. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“I remember something else,” Percy whispered in your ear.

“Oh yeah?” you asked. “What is it?”

“I love you,” he told you. “I’ve never been good at showin’ it, and I’m not sure if I’ll get better, but I love you. The story you told me, how I used to pull your hair and your momma said it was because I liked you…” Playfully, he took a few tendrils of your hair and tugged at them, and you laughed. “She was right. I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was. Please don’t you go forgettin’ that.”

“I won’t, baby,” you told him. “I never could.”

#percy dolarhyde #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde smut #paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano smut #cowboys and aliens #truly an abysmal movie #but one of the best paul looks

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gifsfrommydvds · 6 months

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@giftober 2023 | Day 23: Hands

#olivia wilde #cowboys and aliens #giftober2023 #gfmd gif #hands

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howardhawkshollywoodannex · 19 days

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Olivia Wilde as Ella Swenson in Cowboys and Aliens (2011). This is Olivia's second honorable mention as an actor, after Richard Jewell. As a director, her honorable mention is Booksmart.

#olivia wilde #cowboys and aliens

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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bathtub baby

this idea came to me on a whim oh my god

warnings: cursing, fluff with no plot

“she keeps splashin’ me— dammnit, scout, stop fidgetin’!” your husband half-laughed half-scolded. your ten month old daughter moved her chubby little arms up and down in the small metal tub she sat in, giggling as she continued to splash warm water all over her father as you and him sat in front of her.

“it ain’t gonna be warm much longer if you keep it up, scout-a-roo,” percy warned lightly. of course, your baby daughter didn’t understand what she was being told, and instead kept happily splashing and making you laugh as percy closed his eyes and scrunched his nose with every contact of water. you sat with the small tub in front of the fireplace so scout’s bath water could stay as warm as possible for as long as possible, more water being heated above the fire for whenever it became too cold for her.

your daughters little cheeks were pink and plump beneath her green eyes, her reddish hair matted to her soft baby head as she joyously laughed and squirmed.

“splash your momma, daddy’s had enough,” percy groaned jokingly. your daughter looked to you, recognizing your name, and scrunched her nose as she giggled again. you laughed as she bounced, causing the metal tub to scrape a bit against the floor.

“god, perc, she’s so funny!” you observed and booped her little nose. you dipped your hands into the water and gently poured more water over scouts head, your daughter instinctively closing her eyes and percy helping to wipe the water away as she blinked. he grabbed the small bar of soap beside the metal tub and dipped it beneath the warm water before beginning to gently scrub his daughter’s soft baby skin. scout’s eyes widened as the bubbles formed and looked from her daddy then back to the soap suds.

“she’s goin’ to grow up and be smarter than me, i’ll tell ya that,” percy remarked as he gently rubbed scout’s chubby tummy. scout giggled and percy mimicked it, causing her to laugh louder. “she’s the most curious baby i ever seen.”

“how many babies have you seen, though, percy?” you asked. he chuckled and shrugged.

“you’re right, but she’s got her momma’s brains already, i know it,” your husband persisted. you hummed and kissed his cheek, leaning your head against his shoulder. it was lovely watching your husband and daughter bond as she got older, but you longed for the days when scout was small enough to fit perfectly in the crook of percy’s arm. you frowned.

“i miss when she was little,” you mumbled. percy didn’t reply, simply rinsing off the remaining soap on scout’s tiny body before wiping his hands on his pants. he wrapped his arms around you as scout cooed and wiggled her little legs beneath the water, splashing some onto the wooden floor beneath her.

“darlin’, she is little,” percy responded gently. he kissed your head and smiled at the wiggly baby. “she’s only ten months, not even a whole year yet. she’s still got tons to learn and tons to grow, just enjoy where we’re at,” he told you. you knew he was right; scout wasn’t even walking yet and she could only say mama, dada, and moo. you sat in silence with your husband until scout started to frown.

“getting cold?” you cooed, sticking your fingers in the water. percy rubbed his hand over her thin, wet hair and sniffed.

“think she’s done, anyway,” he said. you grabbed the fuzzy towel beside you and percy lifted your daughter out of the tub and into your arms, scout cooing as you held her close to you and the fire warmed the other side of her. you closed your eyes and placed your head atop hers, snuggling her and letting out a deep breath.

percy carefully moved the tub aside before wrapping his arms around both you and scout. the crackling fire and the sound of your daughter’s soft breathing filled your ears as your husband held you in a comforting grip.

this was the life you had longed for.

#percy dolarhyde #percy dolarhyde x y/n #percy dolarhyde fanfiction #percy dolarhyde x reader #cowboys and aliens #scout marigold dolarhyde #paul dano fanfiction #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfic #paul dano

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riddlersbimbo · 1 year

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me and my weak spot for paul dano's beautiful teeth pt. 2 (pt. 1)

#paul dano #cowboys and aliens #the extra man #swiss army man #love and mercy #little miss sunshine #the batman #being flynn #misc #fave danos #my content #dano dude #teeth

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Hey Meda!!! Thank you for opening up Valentines prompts! Knowing you always brightens my day! 💛🌻

Anywho! Down to business! Would you be willing to do a Molasses Chip or Strawberry Creme for Percy? He’s a wonderful trash bastard. 😍🤢

– 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aaaa, thank you, Sav. I'm kind of loving the little bits of Percy I'm getting so far!! what a great way to relieve all of my school frustration lol.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Percy is a rotten asshole (but who couldn't have seen that one coming lmao), usage of the name "girl", nothing else I can think of!

Never in a million years would you want to kiss Percival Dolarhyde. God, who could even think of kissing him? He's annoying and a loudmouth and has no idea how to treat anybody right.

And he's ugly anyways. Yeah. The ugliest. The ugliest and saddest bastard you'd ever encountered in all of Absolution. Which – given the low population count – was an easy contest to win. But still, he managed to make it through with flying colors.

Every single day presented a brand new way in which Percy could find a way to needle into your side. In fact, if you didn't know any better, you'd swear that he enjoyed eliciting a reaction from you.

So, mustering up as much unpleasantness as possible, you throw your own punches. And in a way it's therapeutic. The frustration would bubble up so much that it was a relief to have something to blow your lid at.

Every time you call him some nasty name or manage to hurl some retort that shuts him up, your pride swells knowing that the Dolarhyde boy wouldn't get everything he ever wanted. No one was that lucky – not even you.

Because as these exchanges continue on, the urge to up the ante with every blow is so tempting. Because calling him a rat bastard and a nuisance and an arrogant cur simply isn't enough anymore.

Truthfully, the more his lips flap in the wind, sputtering out some feeble insult, the more you simply want to shut him up; to put actions to those words you so desperately cling to.

Percy's face inches closer to yours as he speaks, "I ain't never known a more goody-two shoes little girl in all of my life."

"Funny how your daddy could be so rich and yet you still can't manage to form a half decent insult."

"Oh, like you could do any better, huh?" Percy scoffs, "Yeah, c'mon, girl. Do your worst."

And you do. At least it's the worst for you. In Percy's case...well, that kiss is probably one of the best things that's ever happened to him.

With his bandana balled up in your fist, you pull him down to your level. And just like every other punch you've pulled on him, your mouth doesn't miss its mark. They strike his dry, cracked lips and create a spark that's just enough to start a raging brush fire as soon as your own lips part and his breath quickens.

Percy struggles with his hands, half afraid that if he puts them anywhere on you, it'll break the heated spell and result in a kick to the groin. But when he settles for placing them on your hips, he's shocked to find that it only makes you whine desperately as you pull him closer and closer. So he does the same and lets himself sink deeper into the embrace.

You only pull away when the sharp and spicy taste of tobacco becomes far too much for you to handle. Because of course even when you're kissing him, something about him has to ruin it just a little bit. That's another thing you could be mad at him for, you figure. And part of you hates how excited you get at the prospect of adding that fact onto your list of problems with him.

"I wasn't quite expecting...that..." Percy murmurs, still trying to catch his breath.

"Would you rather I'd socked you in the nose?"

"No, ma'am," he replies sheepishly and eyes you wearily.

You blink a few times before pursing your lips and sighing. "I guess I could go for another taste."

#chocolate box valentine event❣️#paul dano #danonation #danocel #cowboys and aliens #percy dolarhyde #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #percy dolarhyde x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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danosrosegarden · 6 months

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simple fun - percy dolarhyde x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day nineteen. prompt: lovebites. 🎃}

{contains: descriptions of hickies and rougher sex, and a minor dash of angst/pining.}

☽ The pain that whispered and sizzled throughout the skin of your neck ached something fierce, but damn if those dark splotches of broken flesh weren't an enchanting sight.

☽ Percy was a fool. A spoiled hooligan, an obnoxious drunk, a man you shouldn't have wasted time entangling yourself with. But God, the way he handled you always left you thirsty for more. He wasn't a bad looking fellow, either. Just a handsome man with a bitter, bratty attitude.

☽ His hands were dry and calloused, and they would grip your hips with a tenacious hold as he fucked into you hard and fast. His pace was sloppy, yet ruthless. Anything to watch your pretty face scrunch, anything to hear your shot voice crackle.

☽ Percy was sweet when he wanted to be. That was the problem. He knew how to hold you gently after painting your innards, knew just what candy-sweet things to whisper in your ear to make you melt. It was just that most times, he didn't care for the sugar. It was only about going faster, harder, rougher, louder. It was about tugging hair, scratching skin. It was about control. Power.

☽ Fine by you. His cock was the best thing about him, anyhow. So what if you secretly wished he'd hold you closer after filling you up? Who cared about the black hole emptiness that swallowed your stomach when he left? You two were just having simple fun, right? Nothing more.

☽ And after all, it was difficult to think of those belly-churning thoughts when his teeth were bumping along your jawline. Your hand found its way to the back of his head. You pet his hair as he planted wet, grazing kisses along your skin. He'd make his way down to your neck and bare collarbones and you'd hear yourself gasp.

☽ Percy was yours in a peculiar kind of way, wasn't he? Sure, he had his papa's money and probably paid for a good whore every now and then, and truthfully, that thought nibbled at your heartstrings a bit. But for now, here he was. His lips were on your skin and your skin was lathered in proof he wanted you. That could be enough for now.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #percy dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #percy dolarhyde x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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babybluebex · 2 years

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request: percy dolarhyde/reader, first time blow jobs? up to you whether the first timer is him or her

ok i broke my rule here bc i typically don't fulfill requests for just smut. like i just don't. but something ab this tickled me the right way, so... have this

“What’re you doing?” Percy asked as you sank to your knees, your hands moving to unbutton his pants.

“It’s this thing I heard about,” you started as your fingers undid his belt. “I read ‘bout it in one of those penny novels you bought me.”

Your husband shifted his weight above you as he thought about your current actions, and he laughed as he looked down at you. “You’re sayin’ that, whatever you’re ‘bout to do, I brought it ‘round? Buying you that book?”

You shrugged, and Percy laughed. Being as young as you were and being married, it wasn’t unheard of for you two to experiment quite a bit, having sex whenever you could. Percy was the more experienced of you two, but what you lacked in experience, you made up for in curiosity. Whatever Percy asked to do, you were typically pretty on board for, even the more extreme ones. Just the other night, Percy had hiked up your skirt and buried his head between your thighs, and he used his lips and tongue to bring you to your peak. You had tugged on his hair and uselessly moaned and whined until you covered his lips in your cum, and he had smiled and said, “God, you taste good. You gonna let me do it again?”

Ever since, you had wondered how exactly you could repay him, and, during the day as Percy worked with his father at their business (Percy had just about cried when he told you that his father was rebranding to Dolarhyde and Son, and the new job had put Percy on the relatively straight-and-narrow), you had sat and read your book and found your answer. The girl in the novel had called it a “below job”, although you hated the sound of that; it was as equivalent as you could think to repay your husband for what he had done to you.

You finished working at Percy’s pants, pulling them down his thick thighs, and you smiled up at him. “Ready?” you asked him, taking his cock in your hand. You stroked him gently, wanting to get his blood flowing just a little bit before you really started.

“Am I?” Percy chuckled. “I’m gettin’ a little nervous.”

“No need to worry,” you told him, and you finally put your mouth on him. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, and he gave a quick moan at the sudden feeling.

“Jesus!” he laughed, and your glee ran hot in your chest. “Woman, you really ain’t ‘bout to…?”

You moved your lips from off of him, taking his half-hard cock in your hand again and stroking him more, and you gently licked at the spongy head of his cock. “This is what I told you I’d do,” you said. “D’ya like it?”

“It’s new,” Percy chuckled. One of his hands touched your head, his fingers lightly curling in your hair, and he added, “Ya sure you wanna do this?”

“You did this to me,” you told him. “Or what’s the same for me, I suppose. It’s only fair that I repay you.”

Percy smiled down at you. “Alright, then,” he said. “Do what you wanna do, little lady. I ain’t stoppin’ ya, not when your mouth feels so damn good on me.”

“Good,” you said, and you licked at him again, just the way your book had described. Small beads of precum had already started to collect on the head of his cock, and you licked them up. The taste of all of it was heavy on your tongue, but you say how much Percy seemed to love it.“‘Cause I feel like spoilin’ you.”

You took him into your mouth again, and Percy tugged tight on your hair. You felt his hips instinctually try to jerk forward into your mouth, but he stopped himself and mumbled, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good… Your fuckin’ mouth…”

You grabbed at his pants and tugged him closer, helping him slide further between your spit-soaked lips, and his fist became torturous in your hair as you began to suck him down. Your mouth, hot and wet, wasn’t like anything your husband had ever felt before, and his little breaths and moans as you did your job were music to your ears. Sometimes, he’d mumble little half-sentences— “Good fuckin’... Jesus Christ, baby…” You had never heard your husband use such awful language, not even during regular sex, and it made a nice heat bloom in your chest and your pussy. You loved seeing Percy resolved down to little bits like this, and you lightly scratched down his exposed thigh.

“God!” he yelped, and his cock throbbed against your tongue. “Woman, you might could kill me doin’ that.”

You let him fall from your mouth, and you took a steadying breath as your hand resumed the job that your mouth had been doing. “Ya like it?” you asked, and Percy, his cheeks red and his eyes blown out, nodded quickly.

“I might buy you those little books more often,” Percy laughed. “Is there other stuff in ‘em that I might like to know?”

“I don’t know,” you teased, your thumb working itself across the slit in the head of his cock. “You might just have to see.”

“Jesus,” Percy huffed, although smiling. “You’ll kill me someday, woman.”

“I sure hope not,” you told him, and you sunk your mouth back on him. You went quicker with your work, sucking him down and swallowing the eager little beads of precum that leaked from him. Percy was responsive, moaning and grabbing your hair and smoothing his hand down your cheek. You looked up to his face through your eyelashes, at his red cheeks and blown eyes, and he thrusted into your mouth suddenly.

“I’m gonna cum,” Percy announced, and you worked quicker, hollowing your cheeks and tightening your mouth around him, taking down every inch he had to offer until you felt the head of his cock touch the soft flesh at the back of your throat. Percy must have felt it as well, because his grip in your hair became almost painful. “Takin’ me all down like this, what a good whore… Suckin’ my cock, God, you’re as pretty as a picture down there. You’re makin’ me wanna do this to you.”

With that, Percy took control of the act, stabilizing your head as he thrusted into your mouth. You relaxed your throat for him and let him do as he pleased, fucking your mouth hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. Your hands grabbed at his ass, digging your nails in the way he liked, and his mouth fell open in ecstasy as his cock throbbed in your mouth. Within seconds, he was spilling himself down your throat, and you sputtered at the taste of his spunk. No matter the taste of it, though, you swallowed it all down, like the girl in your novel had. Your Percy was reacting awfully close to what the man had done, a tired pleasure turning his face pink, and he finally pulled himself from your mouth. His softening cock was wet and glistening with a mix of your spit and his cum, and he dragged you to your feet and kissed you hard. You expected him to balk at the taste and break the kiss, but he moaned softly and dragged you closer and closer, as close as he could without absorbing you into his chest.

“Damn,” he whispered once he finally broke the kiss, and he pushed your loose hair behind your ear. “I think I damn near saw God, little lady.”

“Really?” you giggled. “You liked it?”

“More than you know,” Percy chuckled. “Now, lay your pretty ass down on that bed and let me eat your pussy.”

#bex answers #anon ask #anon request #percy dolarhyde smut #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde #paul dano x reader #paul dano #cowboys and aliens #once again. awful source material.#but i am not immune to the damn fool dolarhyde kid's charm

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