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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.”

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cercandodiscrivere · 11 months

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Spite like a spark | percy dolarhyde x reader

word count | 2.9K

warnings | 18+, NSFW, prostitution, boot kink, sweet sweet revenge, porn with too much plot. I abused all the old cowboy slang I could find online and it shows.

synopsis | In Absolution, privilege had the face of Percy Dolarhyde […]. He had never appeared attractive to you until you finally found a way to have him on his knees.

gifs by @riddlersbimbo

Men had to be the most creative of the two sexes, and the many names your particular line of work had inspired them could be taken as testament to that.

Daughters of sin.

Painted cats.

Scarlet ladies.

Someone once had called you “nymph du prairie” and the girls had not stopped laughing for a good while.

You had found it fitting in a way.

Not that you saw yourself as a magical river creature – but you were an often-naked maiden working in a brothel, and that could almost come close as a siren luring men in a mythical lake if one squinted hard enough. You even had bathtubs!

It sounded like a preferable option to soiled doves, anyway. Or the old plain whore.

Not that you complained much: it was a job as good as any other. If you ignored the customers and focused on the gain, it could almost be considered a better perspective than most.

Men could also be tedious.

You had almost seen it all – the ones that were far too sure of themselves, the scamps, the timid one-of-a-time clients, the devoted patrons who liked to think themselves in love with your co-workers.

The sweet ones tended to disappear after marriage.

So, all in all, that’s what you expected that evening: a man covered in dirt, in desperate need for a good scrub and an even better night of amusement.

What you had not anticipated was for your past to knock at your door. Not that far from your hometown, not after all the time that had passed.

“Need some company, sweetie?”.

“Sweetie! Sweets!” a shout, followed by the loud thud of something heavy hitting the floor. “Don’t be so cruel María, look at poor James!”.

Another round of laughs erupted, rough and agitated.

Earlier in the evening, a group of men – all drunk, all smelling of cheap liquor and sweat – had entered the saloon. Doc had given them one of the tables farthest from the counter, in the hopes that putting some distance between the loud clients and the bottles on the shelves could deter them from asking more than one pint.

“Lord knows someone should tell them to cut it” he had commented, but you knew that he wouldn’t be the one to stop the men’s fun.

In Absolution, privilege had the face of Percy Dolarhyde: if he wanted beer for himself and his cronies, Doc would serve it without much of a fuss. If he asked for whiskey, the finest in the house would be poured straight in his glass – and it didn’t matter that the brat could afford all the ace-high products no matter the cost: by the end of the night, his pouch would be full and Doc’s shelves would be emptied.

His pa’ was the big bug in town, and Percy merely filled the role of the selfish deadbit. Ten years younger than the rest of his thugs, he still managed to command their every move with the jingle of his gold.

“Another drink bird, just one more!”.

On nights like those, María would whisk you to the back of the saloon to clean and sweep and mop the floors until the group had left. You were too young to know how to handle a group of grown ass men. “They’re full as thick” she would say. “Better not to deal with the likes of them”.

That night though, the loud thud had attracted your attention. Tentative, mop still clutched between your fingers, you had ventured at the front of the counter to see what was going on. There was enough time to steal a quick peek at that boy – the one who wasn’t that much older than you, but still held a power over the people in Absolution that you could only wish of possessing.

“Oh! You, little birdie! Fetch me a whiskey!”.

Too late.

Years had passed, but he still looked the same.

No amount of poorly-kept beard could alter Percy Dolarhyde's appearance, it seemed: he had grown into a man with the same young, round face. He could almost look innocent if one didn’t know better.

“Sure. Are you liking your whiskey, mister?” you answered – more out of habit than genuine interest. His presence still made you tense, as if you were transported back in the past, nothing but a little inexperienced girl with a mop in her hands once again.

“Fine as cream gravy, but not as much as you”.

He did not look drunk. In your memories, Dolarhyde always seemed trapped in a perpetual beer-induced stupor. Nose reddened by the amount of alcohol in his guts, thick sweat coating his forehead.

This version of him was not the cleanliest by any mean, but he seemed sober. Subdued, even.

“All that soft solder won't get you anywhere”.

“What about gold? Would that bring me somewhere?”. Ah. The old ruse resurfaced.

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, after all.

Lord knew he was already half seas over.

María had shot a sour look in his direction, but she was too far to take your place – not that she wouldn’t have tried, if one of the other clients hadn’t reclaimed her full attention. Unlikable as he managed to be, Dolarhyde wasn’t the only troublemaker in town.

“Is she slow or something?”.

Someone barked a laugh. “She must be. Girl? Whiskey?”.

You had looked at Doc, unsure on what to do, but he (always the obsequious type) had already placed a whole bottle on the tray along with clean glasses.

“Go. It’s fine”.

It was a standard rule for all the customers to bathe upon arrival.

The establishment that had been your home for the last couple of years was a fine one: good liquor, flush clientele, eleven of the best dressed fallen girls a cowboy could encounter during his travels.

If his dollars wouldn’t have convinced you to invite Percy back into your room (you had fought teeth and nail to get a nice one), then curiosity would have done the trick.

He had not recognized you, that much was clear. No matter how sober and gentle he appeared nowadays, he still did not strike you as the type prone to pretend to forget someone - not if the act could be considered a nicety.

In truth, you couldn’t even remember what had distracted you. Maybe the twirling couples dancing around the saloon to the vivacious music, or perhaps just the nerves of serving this type of customer for the first time.

All you knew was that the moment before you had been walking away from the counter, tray balanced in both of your hands – and the one after you were on all fours on the ground, Dolarhyde furious screams filling your ears.

“You ruined my new boots!”.

Shards of glass surrounded your hunched form, the alcohol once contained in the bottle now creating a dark sticky pool on the wooden floor. “She ruined my new boots!” Percy had screamed again, this time shoving one of his galoshes right in front of your face. Some of the whiskey had splashed on the leather – but the material was already so crusted with dirt and mud that the wet smudge was almost invisible.

Unaffected by the scene unfolding in your little corner of the room, the musician never stopped playing his piano, the cheerful sound cutting through the thick fog that clouded your mind as to mock you: maybe that was the reason why, even later in your life, you couldn’t bear to hear a single note of that particular jingle.

He had taken his boots off to enter the bathtub.

Of course – it would have been odd, to bathe as naked as the day he was born except for the boots – but your mind still stuck on that useless detail.

“The water is perfect” Dolarhyde mused. A soft pleased grunt followed the sentiment. “You have no idea how much I needed this”.

If he had been another customer, you would have rushed to assist in cleaning him. There was a sponge right next to the tub, hard enough to scrub away all of the grime off the men – yet not so harsh as to leave them sore. Just like the practice of bathing before the actual encounter could start, this was a custom that served the girls more than their clients: if you were the one attending to them, you could ensure no inch of their skin would be left unwashed.

Shirt unceremoniously crumpled on one of the wooden chairs, Percy waited patiently for you to fulfill your role in the little bathing ritual. Perhaps he hoped you would help him remove his pants.

You barely glanced at him.

Those were not the same pair of boots from that night. The brown was off, far too dark. A stain would have been invisible on such a color.

A merry little tune ringing in your ears (even if the room was too far from the entrance for some street musician’s song to reach it), you grabbed the offensive items off the floor.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Still bent on the ground, you could hear María’s soothing words, soft yet stern. “This one’s on the house. We can repay the boots, too”. She must have hurried over to where you had fallen, as you could catch a glimpse of the soft fabric of her dress in your peripheral vision.

A few onlookers had stopped to see what was going on, but scenes like this were far to common and trivial to attract the attention of more than four or five customers.

Ignoring the hot burning sensation of shame in the pit of your stomach, you had taken another deep breath and began to rise from the floor – and then you had felt someone grabbing your arm, dragging you back on the ground.

“Where do you think you’re going?”. It seemed that someone had brought a rug over for cleaning, as the rough cloth was thrust into your hands. “Stay in your place. No way you’ll be able to afford to repay something like this”.

Before, you had thought there could be nothing more embarrassing than being the subject of Percy’s loud complaints. Then, just as he tapped your bent knee with the tip of one of his boots, two words seared into your brain forever.

“Clean them”.

As if under some sort of trance, you slowly put the shoes on. They were far to large (you doubted you could walk in them without stumbling) but it still felt good, somehow. Cathartic.

“What are you doing?”.

Still half-dressed, with only his woolen pants left to cover him, Percy was now staring at you with his head tilted on the side. He seemed more amused than angry, though. Smiling, unaware of what you were thinking, he pointed at your feet with a questioning look. “I believe those are mine”.

Maybe, after years of spite and anger, you were finally losing your mind.

You playfully rose your skirts up to let him get a better view of your legs. “How do I look?”.

“Ridiculous” he chuckled after one glance – but then the mirth in his eyes shifted, taken over by something else. A deeper need...

After all, there you stood, naked under the thick layers of your dress. Wearing something that belonged to him and little else.

“I kinda like it” he confessed, realizing a bit too late how his groin had reacted to the sight even before he could admit it. The way he awkwardly tried to shift his hand to cover his groin was almost comical, bordering on pathetic. Had he always been this vulnerable when far from his goons, or had something happened during the years you had been absent from Absolution?

Someone must have found a way to humble the brash little brat. Pity you hadn’t been there to witness it – though you had no qualms about doing a bit of humbling of your own.

“Don’t hide from me” you scolded, taking your time to sit on one of the chairs that adorned the room. Skirts still raised, you decided to give him a little show and spread your legs. An ill-concealed moan repaid you for the kindness. “That’s exactly why you’re here, after all”.

Brows furrowed, Percy seemed to take a brief moment to consider his options. He could cuss at you, reminding who was in charge. He could leave.

He could stay. He could play your game.

Doubt leaving his mind at once, he followed your movements, dropping on his knees before you on the cold ground.

In a way, the situation echoed that night at the saloon. Tour guts twisted in anticipation, eager to savor the moment for as long as possible.

“Are you getting hard at the thought of me wearing your boots?” you cooed. Percy sucked in a sharp breath, frantically moving his head up and down.

How boring! That would not do. You wanted his cheeks to be as red as yours had been. You wanted him to shrivel at your feet.

“Are you?”. Raising your foot, you started pressing the tip of the dark leather against his still clothed cock, the elation of the moment making you bolder. Instead of answering, he nodded a second time.

Disappointing.

“Talk, Dolarhyde. We both know you’re good at running that mouth of yours”.

“Y-yes” he stammered, finally. A strangled ma’am followed that, so subtle you almost missed it.

Feeling merciful, you patted his hair in a soft – almost caring – manner. After all, he was just starting to behave well in a desperate attempt to please you: that must have been hard for a little brat like him.

“Good” you praised, feeling his lips curl into a smile under your palm. “You can cling to my leg, if you want, but that’s all you’re getting from me today”.

Oh, Percy wanted. The words had barely left your lips before his arms shot up, one had wrapping around your exposed thigh while the other gripped the back of your ankle.

“So eager”.

You leaned forward, pressing your leg more forcefully between Percy’s spread ones.

The leather of his own boots probably felt too stiff against his hard cock, as he winced at the discomfort. It still felt good though– you could tell he was enjoying it by the way his eyes quivered, mouth falling open in a soundless moan.

Shaft curved along the upper part of the boot, Percy lifted his head to look at you. The sound he made next sounded a lot like please, hips starting to buck a little as if he could not contain himself.

Such a mesmerizing sight to behold. You nodded, giving him permission to move more deliberately.

The first slow drag of his hips made his whole body shiver in pleasure. It wasn’t enough, and yet it was too much.

Again, your fingers found their way dragging over Percy’s head, tugging the strands firmly to force his head up. “Look at me”.

He had beautiful eyes, the moisture in them making the light blue even clearer. Mouth agape, tongue between his exposed teeth – the picture of a miserable man chasing his own pleasure. You released his hair to pass your thumb on his lower lip, wet with spit. “So pretty” you said, and the praise surprised you more than him.

He was pretty. He had never appeared that attractive to you until you finally found a way to have him on his knees.

“I like seeing you like this”.

With a hitched breath, he pressed closer into you. His hips seized forward out of his control, rubbing against the leather of the boot, hot wet breath warming your inner thigh. The grip on your leg was almost too tight, and yet you where thankful for that small pain: it helped you remain focused. One more broken moan and you risked being the one begging for him to bury his face in your aching cunt – and that was not the point.

You still had time for that. Later.

A series of sloppy kisses on your burning skin brought you back to reality. Shivering, Percy had started mouthing at your leg, both impatient to get your attention and yet somehow scared to obtain it.

Please he whispered, voice too low to be a real spoken word.

You huffed, annoyed. “Can you ask for what you want?”.

Of course, you knew what he desired – and for a brief second you thought of denying it.

“Please”. Brain hazy and slow, Percy didn’t know how to make his throat work. He just wanted.

Maybe those pitiful eyes had worked on you a bit too much.

You nodded, right as he came with a strangled moan, his thighs constricting the boot still lodged between them, a plethora of thank yous falling from his lips.

The fingers that just a second before had gripped you with bruising force were now twitching: with that, all the strength abandoned Percy’s body, leaving him slumped against you.

With a little shake you made him move enough to free your leg, a satisfied smile adorning your lips. He hadn’t even touched you – and yet you knew that was going the most satisfactory encounter you would have with a man for quite some time.

A dark wet splotch now adorned the front of Dolarhyde’s pants: if he needed a bath before, now getting him to clean up was imperative. Moving to stand from the chair that had been your throne, you cast your eyes down for the briefest second and froze.

A little stain, not bigger than your thumbnail. Almost invisible on the dark leather material– but there, beyond doubt, right at the tip of the shoe.

“Oh no” you whined, attracting Percy’s full attention once again m.

He would never recognize you, that much was evident. Why would someone like him remember the face of a little girl amongst the hundreds of people he must have berated day after day?

Nevertheless, you memory was not as flawed as his.

“You’ve ruined my new boots!”.

And that was going to be enough.

“Clean them”.

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet | Percy Dolarhyde

Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Author's Note | just gonna say here, I give full credit to @diveintothedanoverse for their characterization of Percy as a bratty sub. I read their nsfw alphabet for him a while ago and I cannot see him as anything else now! ...I swear...Percy is so punchable. and kissable. also, I feel like this is just my thing now. just projecting all of my very personal headcanons onto these characters and HOPING it makes sense to y'all. these are so fun to randomly write and dump out. like sorry, this is y’all’s problem now lol.

Warnings | smut under the cut! minors, please don't interact!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

What about this man would tell you that he is at all competent when it comes to aftercare??? I see him just like patting you afterwards though. Like if you're on top and you fall forward on his chest, he'll just slowly pat your back. If he's on top then he'll lay between your legs, head on your stomach, squeezing your thigh. He really likes murmuring good girl. Even if you just finished completely dominating him. It makes him feel secure in his masculinity. But other than that, he is just pretty damn negligent unless he wants to be cuddled or something.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Percy is totally an ass man. Sometimes you'll be in public with him and he'll just put his hand casually on your ass. You look at him with an expression that says, Now? Are you kidding? He looks back, confused, and says What? And you realize that sometimes, he just really likes feeling it. It has a similar effect on him to a stress ball.

On himself, he likes his hands. Likes how his long lithe fingers look wrapped around his gun AND shoved inside of you up to his knuckles. He ESPECIALLY likes the way they look when you're licking them clean for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will cum anywhere, but I really think he enjoys cumming on your back or your stomach most. This man is most definitely very dirty and pervy and just loves seeing the result of what you do to him all spilled over your skin. It's like an extra reward for him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to spit on him so bad. Oh so bad. Like one night you're on top of him and his mouth is agape, midway through a moan. You go to kiss him with your open mouth and as soon as he tastes you he whines, spit on me, baby and it makes you slow for a second, wondering if he's joking until he says just fuckin' do it, fuckin' spit on me and you are on it right away. It lands right above his upper lip and drips down and he's licking at his lips just to get another taste. And because you seem so okay with it, he now asks you to spit IN his mouth too.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, I do not think Percy fucks all that much. I think everyone in town is so exasperated by him that he's seen more as a public nuisance than a sexy, cocky bastard. I can imagine him having a few notches on his belt from strangers long since passed. But I don't think any of them were all that fulfilling or really showed him much about sex. So he goes into sex with you knowing the bare mechanics of it, but he definitely has to work at keeping it fresh and fun for you both.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes taking you from behind most often. Against a wall! Over a table! Over the counter! God, he loves the spontaneity of being able to just bend you over and go to town. Added perks: he gets to pull on your hair, he can reach a hand around and rub at your clit, AND he gets to whisper all sorts of dirty little things in your ear.

When he's being a needy little brat he NEEDS you to ride him, though. He's a simple man with simple needs! And sometimes he just needs you to completely ravish him with attention and take control of his entire being. And it is SO easy to make him fold. Like if he gets home too late and you're scolding him for missing dinner, he's basically begging you to just sit on his lap and give him kisses. But you both know by the way he's groaning as you settle down that he doesn't just want kisses!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's actually kind of serious. But it's just because he likes having sex so much. Like he'll get worked up so much that he just wants to fuck now and doesn't like being made to wait. So yeah, he'll tease you but it comes from a place of PURE lust, not humor.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man...he is so musty and greasy all the time that I don't think he even cares that he has such a huge bush. Y'all are gonna hate me for this, but I feel like sometimes you gotta make him get cleaned up. He'll be trying to start something and you'll say, Darling, I love you, but you smell like a massive lump of cow shit. And he'll be so frustrated that you won't touch him that he will march away like an absolute child and reluctantly bathe himself muttering about how you're such a nag. But he will NOT get rid of the bush. I'd see him feeling so strange being hairless or even just trimmed, like it's a punch to his masculinity. He can't really grow even facial hair so the bush is almost compensation for it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He isn't romantic unless he's drunk. The majority of the time it's his hot breath on your neck and his fingers leaving bruises as he pounds into you. But if he comes home late from the saloon, he can be a very lovable drunk. He scoops you up in his arms and twirls you around a little, slurring about how much he loves you. How grateful he is that you chose a terrible guy like him. How he doesn't deserve you. Then he says he'll show you that he deserves you.

Those are the only times he properly makes love instead of just fucking. He'll lay you down and leave wet, open mouthed kisses all over you until he enters you slowly and steadily thrusts. His technique is a bit unfocused even at the best of times so he's kind of all over the place. But with the little grunts he makes and the way he lifts your legs over his shoulders so he can really get in at a good angle, you're a wreck. You have to fully appreciate these little moments though because they are few and far between.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is an almost compulsive masturbator. Especially after he meets you. He assumes that you despise him too much to ever want him sexually. But really, only half of that equation is true. But until you tell him that, he takes care of himself. A lot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Say it with me, folks: de-gra-da-tion. Percy is sort of a glutton for punishment. It's humiliating being dominated by a woman like yourself. But it makes him so hot under the collar when you put him in his place.

Even before you're with him, he feels that shameful but delicious burn of your harsh words. He's tormenting the townspeople again and you're so sick of it. When you're striding furiously out of your place of work to give him a piece of your mind, he begins, smirking, You know who my father is. So you better watch that pretty mouth of yours, little lady. And you say quickly and without hesitation, I don't give a shit who your father is, Dolarhyde. He should keep you in the mud with the rest of his cattle.

And he wants to be hurt. GOD, he wants to pull out his gun and threaten to shoot you if you don't apologize. But his knees shake. His mouth hangs open as he falters to speak. And after you turn on your heel and walk away, he goes home and takes care of the painful erection you gave him. He imagines it's your own hand edging him and pretends you're whispering You really are such a pathetic man, Dolarhyde. You're lucky I don't throw your sorry ass into the mud either.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere! Percy has absolutely no respect for public property! You think he's gonna chicken out of fucking you behind the saloon? Absolutely not. It kind of turns him on knowing that people suck up to him so much that he could literally be having sex with you in public and no one will say shit about it to him. Perks of being the Dolarhyde boy!!!! In short, be careful if you're teasing him in public because there's not much of a chance that he's gonna take the time to take you home first.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This man might as well be on all the time.

He is very into the back and forth, though. The light teasing that you inflict on each other. He loves seeing who can make the other one fold under the pressure. Spoiler: it's usually him. You cross the line and he wants to be angry, but really he is putty in your hands. That's when he gets impatient and just wants you to let him release some of the pressure.

Truly, he doesn't get ready, he STAYS ready.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I see him being very against including weapons or anything to hurt you. Especially if it draws blood. I think the sight of blood really bothers him in particular and I can't imagine him wanting to actually hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You best be joking if you think he's going to make a habit out of going down on you. He has to REALLY want it. Sometimes he’ll be EXTRA reluctant because he really likes hearing you beg for it. Hey, you can literally make him crumble with a few touches, so he's gotta pay you back somehow. It's literally one of the only things he can hold against you.

Don't get him STARTED on receiving though. He loves getting sucked off so much. Especially loves when you take control of him and just start unbuckling his trousers out of nowhere. He loves the whole ritual of it. Him gathering your hair back and twisting it around his hand. Throws his head back and whines when he feels your throat constricting around him. He feels so comfortable being completely at your mercy as you tease him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Percy is fast and rough the majority of the time. He really is the kind of guy who will just bend you over and unbuckle himself just enough so he can get his cock out. He is so spontaneous, it's not even funny. His harshness can edge on feeling like he's just using you to get off, but believe me, he wants you to get off too. That's half of the gratification for him, being that good at making you cum so quickly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This man practically functions on quickies. Especially in the mornings when he goes off to work for his father's business. He'll wake up with morning wood and say Wanna take care of me? And you roll your eyes, knowing that if you blue ball him, he's gonna be such a brat when he gets home later. But he looks at you with that shit eating grin and glassy eyes and you're wrapping your hand around his hard cock, even though he doesn't need to be warmed up. Then you're sinking down on him, your nightgown covering up all the action and brushing over his legs. You're bouncing up and down, grazing your nails across his abdomen as he lets out high pitched whines.

And as soon as he's just finished cumming, your touch is gone and you're up, already getting dressed and telling him, You better get up or else you're gonna be late. And maybe that works him up even more than if you'd outright refused him. The fact that you could so easily service him and then go about your day. But he wouldn't have it any other way!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Percy likes risk to a certain degree. Like he enjoys semi-publicly railing you and kind of enjoys the thought of being caught in the act. Especially because he knows that no one will actually stop him. But if you ever include stuff like pain and choking, you gotta take it slow with him. Like I think he'd actually enjoy it a bit if you just ease him into it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's pretty young and restless so his stamina is pretty high. Can easily go like three to four rounds in a row. He also can last pretty long. He really likes when you edge him too, so he will hold out until he absolutely can't anymore.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably not (also we’re in the old west here, they don’t just casually have like Hitachi magic wands hanging around). I could imagine him occasionally getting into being bound with rope though. Like if you tie him to the bed so he can't touch you, he will throw the biggest fit but also be so into feeling that powerless as you jump his bones.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man loves to tease. Like I said, it's the only thing he has over you because you tease him far more than he ever thought he'd be willing to allow. When he goes down on you...he is so mean. Deep laughter rumbles through his chest as he kisses and nips at your thighs, completely avoiding where you want him to be. So he teases you to feel just a bit more powerful.

He plays it so tough, shooting that gun off whenever he can. Who would've thought that the spoiled Dolarhyde boy would be so itching for attention that you've easily got him draped over your bed, broken whines and curses spilling out of his lewd mouth as you slowly jerk him off. You tease him to put him in his place.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts and groans a decent amount but if you’re domming him, get ready for one hell of a show. He falls to actual pieces once you apply any sort of pressure to him. Just a mess of whines and whimpers. Common phrases include: oh, darlin', you're killin' me and please let me cum, sweetheart.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He struggles with feeling unwanted, especially with how his father neglected him growing up. It's partly why he's such an ass to everyone else. No one can hurt you if you hurt them first. But you don't play that game with him and it intrigues him. He actually TRIES to make you like him. He's not good at it, but he's also not used to it.

So when you actually start liking him back, he is elated. But he'll never let you know that. He is cool as a cucumber, just skirting around how he feels and then acts like it was all your idea if you end up confessing feelings to each other. I'm not that irresistible, am I, honey? And you roll your eyes at him, knowing that he doesn't put nearly this much effort into relationships with anyone else.

You really have to be emotionally competent enough to pull his head out of his ass. I think you'd have to make the first move on him. Otherwise, he will just keep teasing you and elevating the tension since he really doesn't know how to properly act on it.

He'll be getting up in your face and trying to get under your skin when you kiss him out of nowhere. And for a second, he is taken aback, before he pulls you closer and embraces it. He'll go completely wild when he realizes that it's not just him getting so worked up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Maybe I'm just projecting my personal view here BUT this man is HUNG. Like I'd say a good seven inches hard. You also KNOW he has that good old upward curve. This man can hit it just right basically every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Percy's labido is insane. Like you expect him to be a little bit of a perverted bastard because he is such a troublemaker, but he is incessant. He is a nuisance and a menace and you hate him but you love him. Not a day goes by where he isn't trying to paw at you. Even if you both have to work on a given day, he will finagle his way into a situation where he's got you cornered so he can get some business done.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Percy only really gets sleepy afterwards if he's drunk. Even if it's nighttime and you're all in bed, he will stay up just a little longer, mostly so he can tease you about how hard he made you cum or about how needy you are. He'll just lay there, caressing your thigh and making himself laugh over how worn out you are. Typically, he won't fall asleep until you do. But when you do...he gets very soft very quickly. He'll just look at you and really, fully comprehend how lucky he is. Deep down, he knows that he's trouble; the thorn in everyone's side. So he falls asleep, on the brink of tears and so in love.

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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There's Fire In Your Belly

Chapter 1

Percy Dolarhyde x Female!Reader, word count: 1.8k i cannot cope with how down bad i am for greasy bastards and cowboys any longer so here we are i guess. this was going to be a one-shot but i had a lot of feelings to get out...anyway, cheers to my lovely lil buds @sweetums0kitty and @e-moneyyy for encouraging this ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, misogyny, marking, ropes, guns, violence, voyeurism, forceful behaviour, spanking, bondage, posessiveness, mean cowboys with bad attitudes

Somewhat arid and lonesome, you had hoped the New Mexico territory would be a safe space for you. For so long all you had hoped for was to live normally, putting everything you had done, everyone you had been, behind you. No longer suffering from the outlaw status that dogged you, you were optimistic that the semi-isolated town of Absolution might be a safe place. And with enough distance between you and your past, it might never be able to catch up to you. A letter sent ahead to the inn, your luggage paid to be escorted by train and to be collected by the landlord, you chose to travel by horse. Stations were risky, there was always the possibility that you might be recognised from an old and faded wanted poster. There was no grey in this country. Everything was black and white, and in the eyes of the law you were once, and always would be, a criminal, no matter the circumstances that led you to that life.

But you were desperate to be normal now. You’d be calm, cause no problems. You’d strive to behave decently and work for a living. Some sense of stability, normalcy, no one to lead you astray who knew your proficient skills, all of which were devious and tended to lend themselves better to a life of robbery and violence. Pulling into the town, you hitched up outside of the general store, across the dirt crossroads from the inn where you waved at the man pulling your cases inside. Some provisions were needed for your journey to the outskirts of town, where you were set to start work on a ranch as one of the hands. Women’s work had never suited you, and no one had bothered when you said you were willing to work the women’s wage for the tougher work. Money was money, they were glad to pay you less, and you were glad to receive it.

Inside the store, the dust settled, glistening in the sun beams from the two windows at the front and back. Floorboards creaking under your step, you offered a polite and soft smile to the man behind the counter. He had looked you up and down, in your pants, shirt and boots, not befitting the ladylike ideals they instilled on women in a place like this. But your face had always been kind and welcoming, and that usually eased the gentle-senses of the menfolk. As you picked through the cans, tonics and medicines, you heard the ring of the bell at the front, not turning to check at first until you heard the voice call out.

“Well, hey there beautiful!”

You lifted your head from where you stared at the various tinned foods, but still kept your head and gaze forward. Not before you could feel his hot breath on your neck did you turn to the side slightly.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Sir!? Oh, I like you already.”

“I can’t say the same, if you’ll excuse me.”

He brought a hand up and rested it against your stomach, holding you back lightly from walking to the counter. The older man behind it began to speak.

“Now, Percy, ain’t no reason to-”

“I don’t remember askin’ you, old man.” He took a few slow and steady steps around to your front, looking down at you, his tall and slender frame somehow still imposing. As he spoke to you now, in such close quarters, you could smell the putrid, sweet stench of alcohol and years of grime on his breath. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“That doesn’t usually matter to your types.”

“So cold. It’s hardly befitting of a lady to speak to your superiors like that.”

“I don’t know who you are, mister, but no man who has walked in from the street is my superior.”

You attempted to side step and walk past him, but he met you, doing a short back and forth dance with you in the middle of the store, before he stepped forward and knocked you back, your body clattering softly against the shelves. He brought one hand up to lean on the shelf, close to your head. The other, he held in front of his face, inspecting his nails, the dirt underneath which was black and thick.

“I’m afraid I’m not just some man, darlin’. You’ll learn that soon enough. But why save yourself the embarrassment later” he leaned his face into yours, filthy fingers trailing up your forearm, “when you could just accept my interests now. It’ll be less humiliating for you when you come begging after me in the future.”

“Hmmm” you let out a contented sigh, smiling sweetly up at him, “if it ever happens, it will be safe to assume that I’ll have taken a kick to the head by some disturbed mule.”

“Can’t make you any dumber than you already are.” He laughed, hand grazing your arm and finding it’s way to your hip. The contact was too much. For all that you wanted to be decent. Pleasant, not a trouble in town, this was more than you could stand. With a quick, split-second movement, you brought your head back and quickly forward again, the perfect height to crack into the soft bump of his nose, which began to bleed profusely. Not as tough as he had been a minute ago, he let out a soft whimper and began stumbling to the door, blood trailing on the floor boards behind him. With a quick apology, and leaving more money than you had to, you paid for your goods and collecting them in your satchel, leaving the store and heading straight to the inn, not even making an effort to search the streets for this Percy character. Your bags were waiting in your room, key in your hand and assurance that a wagon had been hired to take you to your new job in the morning, despite the brief conflict there had been much worse days in your life.

A night’s sleep had done you the world of good. Barely thinking of your interaction with that man, who you knew you would likely never meet again, for more than five minutes after you had entered the odd luxury of four walls and a roof, a bath and a rest in a bed with a proper mattress had lightened your mood. Your luggage and provisions, as well as yourself, loaded into the wagon, you had set off on the entirely pleasant and mercifully short journey through fields and ranch boundaries to the ranch where you were to work and stay for the foreseeable future. Excited about the mundanity of it all, you were pleased to lay back on the wooden bed of the wagon and watch the clouds go by as you fast approached your new and normal future.

Your luggage was gathered at the other end by two fellow ranch hands, who showed you to the hand in charge and showed you your tent by the camp where the workers stayed. Some of them had wives, families, it was like a little community just on the edges of the main ranch buildings, across from the barn and a short walk from the main house. From where you were, you could see an older man standing on the porch, who began to walk over to you and the other hands. He was followed slowly behind by a younger looking figure. Upon reaching you, the older gentleman shook your hand, hesitating at first when he really took stock of how feminine your body was, obviously wondering if you would be able to keep up with the work you had agreed to take on. But your handshake was strong, and reassuring, and Colonel Woodrow Dolarhyde warmed to you quickly, thankfully. He gestured at the figure approaching at a sulking, glacial pace.

“And this is my son, he’ll show you around. I have business to attend to, if you’ll excuse me, miss.” He tipped his hat to you, before turning on his heel in the dirt and yelling after the other man. “Get a move on Percy!”

Your heart dropped. It couldn’t possibly have been the same one. There was no way on god’s green earth that fate could be this cruel to you. But as he approached closer, you could see the look of recognition in his face turn to sickening pleasure as he sneered at you. Not offering a handshake, he looked you up and down where you stood, gaze lingering on your frame.

“Looks like I am your superior after all, then.” He leaned in close, whispering into your ear. “And I am going to make you regret your actions in town, little lady.” He stepped back, laughing loudly and slapping your arm, smacking the back of another ranch hand who was standing off to your side. “Now, ain’t you boys got work to do? Don’t be standing around here all day. Get to it you lazy asses!” He spat to the ground where they were standing.

The look of disappointment, of simmering rage, must have been plainly obvious on your face and you were making no effort to conceal it.

“You ok there, missy?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…what?”

You sighed

“Yes, sir. Mister Dolarhyde.”

“Mmm, sounds sweet.”

You turned to walk away from him and he gripped your arm, pulling you back around to face him, his fingers pressed into your skin as he held you in place, face close enough to yours that you could smell his breath again, just as overwhelmingly sickening as it had been the day before.

“I know you’re not as innocent as you play. I can see it in your eyes. There’s something just under the surface. No normal woman would dare pull what you did the other day. You’re a criminal, I can smell it on ya, and I don’t like the idea of a criminal on my property.”

The pressure of his fingers on your flesh, his dirty nails stabbing into you even through the flannel of your shirt, was enough to instil just a bit of fear in you. Not in reaction to Percy and his attempt at a brutish threat, but more at the build up inside of you that you struggled to suppress. The last thing you needed was to cause a fuss on the first day of your new life. Breathing in and out, slow and steady, you swallowed your words and smiled at Percy. It set him back, he narrowed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he stared deep into your eyes as though he were trying to read your mind.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you, darlin’. First step out of line and I will see you shot myself. So, you best do exactly what I ask of you when I ask it.”

He brought his hand to your cheek, slapping it softly twice and pouting his lips out at you before letting go of your arm and allowing you to stumble back away from him before rushing to catch up with the other farmhands. As you walked away, you heard Percy whistling at you, but you were tempered enough not to give him any reaction at all.

#also what is that BEARD paul OMG just stop trying to grow one you dumb boy #finnie writes #percy dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #cowboys & aliens #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #paul dano #danocel #danonation #percy dolarhyde x y/n #percy dolarhyde smut #percy dolarhyde fanfic #paul dano fanfic #paul dano fanfiction

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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uh if you're still taking requests...fem!reader's first time having sex with percy?

Birthday Suprise

Percy Dolarhyde x female reader

Word Count: 2935

It is Percy's birthday and the reader wants to give him something he had been wanting for a while.

Warning: 18+ Smut, oral( female receiving), fluffish at the end

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My heartbeat was fast as I walked along the rocky path with only a small lantern to light my way. ‘Why did the Dolarhydes have to live so far out of town?’ I asked myself as I stumbled over a particularly large stone. I straightened myself up and fixed the robe I was wearing.

I would have taken the horse but I would have been heard before I even reached the door. I wanted this to be a surprise. Percy and I had been seeing each other for well over a year and today was his birthday, so I wanted to give him something I knew he had been wanting for a while, myself.

He never asked but I felt his eyes wandering, especially if we ever found ourselves alone. Kisses were stolen every now and then and on rare occasions, the gentle caresses would turn into hungry touches. Nothing ever came of them though, we weren't ever left in the company of each other for too long, my parents hadn't trusted him, not even when we were children.

There was a dim light coming from the window as I quietly ascended the porch stairs. I took a deep breath before hesitantly placing my hand on the door handle and slowly pushing open the front door. Thankfully Percy never latched the door when he was left alone.

The inside of the cabin was warm, the fire in the hearth, to my right, lit the room perfectly. It was messy, as expected of a house where two men lived without a female touch. It has been this way since Percy’s mother passes several years ago. In front of me was the dining table and a few storage chests lining the wall, to my left were two doors. The one closest to me was Percy’s father’s and the one closer to the back of the house was Percy’s.

Careful not to make the floorboards creak I made my way to the far door. I said a little prayer for confidence before pushing my way inside.

A smaller fire was burning in the tiny wooden heater in the corner of the room, providing only a sliver of light. Percy was fast asleep on his twin-sized bed in the opposite corner of the room from where the door was. He was lying on his back with his right arm dangling off the side.

Stepping into the room I closed the door, cringing when it made a loud creaking noise. My eyes were wide as saucers, my breathing stopped, I didn’t want him to wake up just yet, I wasn’t ready. I looked over my shoulder to see Percy stirring only slightly, mumbling something before settling down again. Letting go of the breath I was holding in, I made my way over to him, kneeling beside the bed.

I watched contently as his chest moved up and down with each shallow breath he took. His blanket was only covering the bottom half of him, leaving his bare chest exposed to the warm are in my eyes. I just admired him for a while, he was so beautiful as he slept, so peaceful.

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot out and started to delicately trace up his arm and over the expanse of his chest. The skin here was softer than that of his hands, the hands that I loved to imagine touching me. I shivered at the thought of what was to come once I woke him up, desire pooling between my legs.

Once again, I took a deep breath to calm myself before whispering his name. “Percy.” He didn’t wake.

“Percy,” I tried again, scooting closer to his head. Still, nothing. I got a little closer, lips barely touching his ear.

“Percy, wake up.” He suddenly jerked awake. I pulled away just in time to not be hit by flailing arms as he shot up.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” He asked shocked and half asleep.

I stayed kneeling on the grown by his bed looking up at him. “I wanted to surprise you.” I smiled innocently.

He wiped his face with his hands, trying to rid the sleep from his eyes. “What time is it?”

“It’s two fifteen.” I said sheepishly then added, “Happy birthday.”

“Huh?” He asked confused, now looking down at me.

“It’s your birthday Percy, I came to give you your present.” I stood from my position so I could sit facing him on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you darlin’ but couldn’t the surprise have waited until a decent hour?” He asked, leaning into the space that separated us so he could kiss me. I smiled into the kiss but pulled away quickly.

“Well, if you don’t want your surprise, I’ll just walk back home,” I said semi-seriously, pushing myself from the bed.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down. “No, no, no, I want the surprise.”

I smiled, “Okay then, close your eyes.” He gave a small huff but did as I said.

Standing up, I untied the long dressing robe from around my waist and let it sink to the floor, leaving my body bare. Although the room was warm, goosebumps littered my skin.

“You can open them now,” I said, now more nervous than I had ever been.

His eyes opened. He first made eye contact with me, not noticing what was going on but soon he looked down my body and a certain hungry look came over him.

“Suprise.” I wiggled my wingers my by side awkwardly giving him a half-smile.

“Wait, my surprise is-” He stopped himself.

“Well, I wanted it to be special, and if we are going to be married, why wait for another year before we take our vows. I figured your birthday was a great time to give myself to you completely.” I rambled out, wrapping my arms around myself, now feeling unconscious.

Percy threw the covers away from his legs and then made his way to me. His hand came up to cup my cheek. “I wouldn't want it any other way, I’m just surprised is all.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Thank you.”

I pulled his lips back to mine, deepening the kiss. His long fingers were splayed along my back, pushing my body closer to his. I could feel his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as he pulled away just slightly.

“Lay on the bed.” His voice had lost its sweetness it was now more rushed and wanting.

I did as he said, moving to the bed and lying back on the messed-up sheets. Hastily he threw his nightshirt off, leaving him completely bare to the world. Nervously I glanced down at him, he was semi-hard but even so he looked larger than I thought.

He took slow steps towards the bed, eyeing me from head to toe. His fingers laced with mine when I held my hand out to him. Carefully he crawled atop my body and gently caressed my skin.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he muttered, placing open-mouth kisses from under my jaw along my neck, stopping in a few places to nip and suck. The tenderness at which he touched me pulled soft whimpers and breathy gasps from me as he moves away from my neck and further down. Working himself down my stomach and the inside of my right thigh.

He was on his knees now, leading my right leg up so he could caress the length of it sensually.

“Percy,” I whined. The more his hands stroked my flesh, the more heat I could feel pooling in my abdomen and between my legs. “Please, touch me more.”

He looked up through hooded eyes, smirking as he place my leg back on the bed before spreading it wide, along with the other so that he could have access to my most vulnerable part.

The air that hit the wetness between my legs made me shiver even in the warm room.

“All this for me?” He asked, sliding his long index finger up through my slick folds, gathering it up before placing his finger into his mouth, humming appreciatively at the taste. “You taste better than I imagined.”

Something about him tasting my wetness unashamedly in front of me made a feral urge pule through me. I wanted him to taste all of me, not just from his finger, but from the source.

“Would you like a taste darlin’?” he was already gathering up more of my wetness on his finger before I had even let out a breathy ‘yes’.

His arm stretched out over my body, I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and caught his long finger between my lips. The flavor was weird, tangy, salty, and sweet all at once. I moaned as I sucked his finger clean.

“Percy, please,” I cried out in need.

“What is it? What do you want? You gotta tell me.” He lazily moved his finger back to my core, touching me but not at the place I wanted.

I bucked my hips in hopes that his finger would glide over the needy bundle of nerves but he just moves his hand away.

“Come on now, I want to know what my present wants. Tell me.” He moved his hand back.

“I want- I want your mouth.” I gasped out.

He just smirked as he moved backward and bent down between my legs, kissing from my knee down as he went.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He asked. I had no time to answer before I felt his hot tongue sliding through me. Gathering my wetness and mixing it with his own saliva. When he licked his way to my clit, a long, high whine left me. Instantly he placed his whole mouth over the area and started to suck. My hands found their way down into his hair, pulling and scratching at his scalp.

The whimpers he made as he sucked and ate at me were the most erotic noises I had ever heard, the more he made, the wetter and hotter I became.

Another low moan escaped from me as I felt Percy push a finger inside. Yes, I had touched myself on occasion, but having him insert himself into me felt completely different, better even. My hips started to move with the in and out rhythm of his hand.

“Yes,” I mewled, “More. Please give me more.”

He gave a particularly hard suck before inserting another finger inside, stretching me out. The pumping of his fingers became faster as well as the flick of his tongue over my pulsing clit.

I could feel the pleasure pooling becoming more than I could handle. My hands kept him in place, not wanting him to pull away from me too soon. Hard, labored breaths were coming through his nose as he kept going, bringing me to the edge.

“Don’t stop, I’m almost there.” Another gasp.

Percy curled his fingers inside me and the feeling it gave me made my thighs snap around his head and my back arch.

“Right there.” I groaned. “Righ- ah, right there.” The pressure kept building until I let out a strangled scream. Finally, I let go of his hair and brought my arms up to my chest, feeling the erratic beat of my heart.

As I calmed down, his fingers left me and he removed his mouth making a wet popping sound.

“Mmm, I could eat you all day long. We may never leave this room.” He chuckled as he moved between my legs and up my body, his face coming to a stop at my breasts. He made a deep sound before grasping at my left with his hand and my right with his mouth.

My hands slowly wrapped around him, hugging him to me. I pushed my chest further into him, his fingers pinched the sensitive flesh, twisted, and pulled as he devoured the other. Then, he switched, giving them equal treatment.

I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. His presence was overpowering, I was becoming entranced by the feel of his skin on mine.

When his mouth let go of my breast, he kissed his way up to my lips. The hand he wasn’t currently using to prop himself up bruised away the hair that had fallen into my face.

“God, I love you so much.” Another kiss. “I can’t tell you how long I have waited for you to be here, under me, in my bed. Making all of these beautiful noises.”

“I love you too Percy. I knew this would be a great birthday present.” My hands cupped his face as I looked at him lovingly.

“It’s the best birthday present.” He looked me deep in the eyes, his pupils were so enlarged, and his irises were almost non-existent. He was hungry and needed more. “Now, are you ready?”

I nodded excitedly.

“No,” he shook his head laughing. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m ready Percy. I want you in me, now.”

Quickly but gently he began to line himself up. His head glided through my folds before he pushed in slowly. I threw my head back at the feeling. The stretch was intense, something I had never experienced before.

“Oh,” I cried as he bottomed out, his pelvis coming in contact with mine. He pulled himself upright, pushing his hands against the backs of my thighs, creating leverage.

“I know darlin’, I know.” His voice was gentle as he rubbed the skin of my legs as a way to soothe me. He didn’t dare move until I said, knowing it was my first time.

After a minute or two, I nodded my head, urging him to continue. Slowly but surely he began to pull out, inch by inch, and then push back in just as slow. Even with the prep, his fingers had done, I still felt as though I were being ripped in half, although, in a very pleasurable way.

“Fuck, Percy, faster. Please go faster.” I begged.

My hands gripped the bedsheets beside me as he began to pick up his pace. Grunts of pleasure were starting to erupt from him along with the same whines and whimpers from before.

Our bodies were moving in tandem now as I tried to follow his movements with my hips. The stretch had given way to pure ecstasy and I was trying to milk every last drop. Never in my life had I been more grateful that his father went on every single cattle drive because the screams and moans coming from my mouth were most likely loud enough to be heard, the almost three miles, back in town.

“You feel so good wrapped around me. So warm, so soft.” He moved his hands under my hips, holding me to him. “I’m gonna turn us over okay?”

“Okay.” I moaned out.

Clumsily, we moved to where he was laying on his back, knees up, and I was sitting atop him. The new position moved him to a place inside me I hadn’t felt. I let out a strangled cry when he thrust up into me.

“Yes, Percy.” I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as he caressed my arms. I started to move on my own, bouncing up and down along his shaft at my own speed. On the downward motion, I would grind a bit into him, rubbing my clit along his pubic bone before going back up.

“Good girl,” he moaned loudly. His hands left my arms to grip tightly to my hips, helping aid my movements. “Such a good girl.”

Pushing off of his chest and moved my hands behind me to hold onto his knees, allowing me to move into a new position. His hands helped me move faster and faster until I could fill my climax rushing around the corner.

“God, Percy, I’m almost there. Fuck-” The last part of my sentence was cut off by him thrusting up into me furiously.

“Hold on, hold on. Fuck you feel so good.” He kept going, to the point I felt I might break.

“Percy!” I cried, I was coming undone for the second time. It was stronger this go around, as Percy kept thrusting. I could only babble out his name as he chaced his own high, using his hands to drag me down onto him, stimulating my clit even though it was sensitive.

“Percy, please, too much. Ah-”

“I’m there, I’m there, hold on.” He groaned as he came, fingernails digging into my hips.

I could feel the warm spurts of his cum lining my walls and sighed at the feeling. Exhausted, I fell on top of his chest, breathing heavily.

“That was wonderful.” My words were muffled by the skin of his chest.

“Amazing. You did so well.” He stroked my loose hair gently, moving it from both our faces.

“We should have done that sooner.”

“Trust me darlin’, there’s gonna be plenty of time for more of that. I can’t begin to tell you all the ways I want you.” He kissed the top of my head.

“I can think of a few.” I giggled.

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me then”

Shaking my head I said, “Nuh-uh. I think maybe you'll have to wait for your next birthday, or something special.”

“Fine. I guess I can wait.” I felt him smile against my hair.

I looked up at him and smiled lazily, then kissed his chest. “Happy birthday.”

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bloomingdano · 2 years

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Think about any of Paul’s characters with this, but I see Calvin from Ruby Sparks.

He looked down with pleading eyes and furrowed eyebrows, blatantly desperate for that sweet release. Her saliva mixed with the little bit of his precum that dribbled as he rubbed him under the table prior, was now seeping down to his balls. Thick and heavy and ready to burst down her throat. He hissed and pleaded as her throat constricted around his cock. Stuttering and whimpering pathetically for her to go stop teasing and let him cum. Her own hand has reached down to play with herself as she pleased the man before her. Her eyes told it all. She may have been on her knees but they both knew who was in control. His breathing became erratic and uneven. The vile noises coming from her mouth on his soaking cock filled the room along with his pants and moans. He tried to let her know he was cumming but before he knew it, he filled her mouth with his spend. The sheer amount spilled out her mouth as she tried to swallow the rest. She pulled of him with a pop and smiled. His legs were still shaky and all he wanted to do know was please her. As she rose to her feet and towered above him, he felt small and pathetic. But would never admit that he liked it. Stated before, they both know who is in control.

#calvin weir fields x reader #paul dano x reader #edward nashton imagines #percy dolarhyde smut

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candied-heartss · 9 months

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Okay so I've been thinking about this for a while and I just can't seem to write it myself so I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klitz and the Reader have been dating for a while like she went to Yale with him and stuff. And they have like super passionate sex like all the time, so at a party that you guys to he introduces you too a couple of his friends and they all start hitting on you and he gets like super pissed so he pulls you to the side like into a bathroom or something and he makes sure that everyone knows your his by giving you a bunch of hickies and marks and stuff. And then you accidentally call him daddy (yk cuz hes being so protective or something) it startles him but also turns him on more. 💀💀 sorry it's a lot but I really like this idea.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

(ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ!ᵏˡⁱᵗᶻ ˣ ᵍⁿ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ (𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜), 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲��𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲!), 𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗸𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿???

You didn't even know how you ended up in a situation such as this. Never in a million years did you think that you'd currently be getting your brains fucked out by your boyfriend in front of a mirror while in the cramped bathroom of someone's house at a party, but yet, here you were.

"Open wide, baby." you heard the nearly sinful words being whispered into your ear. Klitz's long fingers pressed themselves against your lips, parting them so that he could easily slip inside the warm, wetness of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and nearly making you gag from the pressure, the rhythm, and the speed of his thrusts never changing.

You whimpered, but to little effect, on account that your mouth was full of his fingers, the tips nearly hitting the back of your throat while his cock hit nearly every right spot inside of you, due to the angle he had bent you at. You looked up at the mirror again and knew for certain that your makeup was ruined.

"Fuck... Your pussy feels like it was made for me..." he groaned, pushing his fingers into your mouth a tiny bit deeper than before, making you choke at the feeling, your eyes nearly rolling back into their sockets and your head hanging slightly lower.

Klitz noticed this and snickered softly to himself before reaching up and threading the hand the other hand that was placed possessively at your hip into your hair, tugging at it and pulling your head back up so you could face the mirror and look at both yours and his reflections at the same time, the sight sending a spark of arousal through your veins.

"Aw, baby," he teased, "look at you, so pretty, so messy... God, I love looking at you." you moaned at his words, finding the way that he was talking to you both patronizing and also incredibly arousing.

You wanted to speak, to say something back in return, but your mind was so muddled from it all, the only coherent thought that came to your brain was of how deep his cock felt inside of you, that you let out mindless babbles and gibberish.

"Oh sweetie, I haven't even been going that hard and your brain's getting all dumb on me," he shook his head and chuckled, "and here I was, thinking my girlfriend was a smart girl, but all it takes is a bit of my cock, and you're already turning into a mindless cumdump. Is that what you want to be known as? Just a stupid little slut who goes around drinking too much and flirting with other guys?"

"I... Uh, I- fuck... Please..." you whimpered, trying to get ahold of your words, but they just wouldn't come out the way that you wanted to. Klitz sighed and chuckled again as he picked up the pace again, nearly making you cry.

"You... You... You what, baby? C'mon, spit it out. I know you can, yeah?" he taunted you again, reaching down and rubbing at your puffy, little clit with his thick fingers, the feeling enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Y-you're right... 'm so dumb, Klitzy... Being so stupid..." you told him, the words already replaying on a loop through your mind like a broken record.

"And, what else are you, huh? C'mon..." Klitz encouraged you, massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves with a bit more pressure applied to it, now.

"I'm a mindless cumdump... All for you..." you still could barely think, on account of being so inebriated by his cock. He smiled, kissing the top of your head, "That's right, baby. You're such a good girl, baby. I'm proud of you for admitting it..."

Something about the mix of his words, the marks he left on your neck, and his fingers on your clit made the knot in your stomach get tighter as your walls clenched harder around his cock, making him groan.

"Fuck... You're so close, I can feel it. You wanna come for me, baby?" he whispered, kissing your cheek as you like at the both of you in the mirror. You nodded, tears now practically streaming down your cheeks, "Please..."

"Hmm... I dunno, how about you beg for it, pretty girl?" he requested, now having stopped both his thrusts and his movements on your clit altogether, making you sob.

"Please, please... I need it, I need you so bad... Please, Daddy, please..." you cried, your hips bucking desperately into his hand. You hadn't even realized what you said, having said all of this in the heat of the moment, but Klitz realized, and he also realized that he really, really liked hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"Say it, again."

"Daddy, please... I wanna come so badly..." you begged again, making him more satisfied and letting his thrusts resume. You nearly screamed until you went hoarse at the feeling, your legs shaking so much, you thought that you'd fall over.

Suddenly, like a tidal wave or like a car collision, your orgasm crashed through you all at once, making your eyes roll back as you trembled in his grasp and moaned loud enough for the whole party downstairs to potentially hear the two of you. Klitz then almost immediately followed after you, groaning loudly as he came, too, his cum now dripping down your thighs as he released inside of you.

After a moment of the two of you just standing there, panting as you both came down from your respective highs, he pulled out of you, putting himself back into his jeans before pulling your panties back up, so that the stickiness of his cum stayed against your cunt.

"My pretty baby..." he whispered in your ear as he kissed you all over your face.

#paul dano #the riddler x reader #the riddler smut #danonation #the batman #danocel #jay okja #klitz x reader #percy dolarhyde #joby taylor #klitz the girl next door #thaddius #dwayne hoover #seth looper #klitz smut

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multifandomfanfictionblog · 2 years

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| Eli Brooks x popular!fem!reader! |

warnings: 18+!!, watching porn, swearing, dom!eli, sub!reader, loss of virginity, groping, smaking, male receiving, oral sex, and fluffy ending.

School just ended and you decided to go hang out with Eli, so you walk through the hallway to find them.. and you see him heading towards you with Matthew, and Klitz. You ran to him with a big smile and as you were already in front of him, n’ you stopped running to catch your breath. “Eli!” You said with a big smile, you ran up to him and hugged him tightly.. he hugged back with a smile.

“Hey, Eli! I missed you so much!” You said as you pulled back from the hug and jumped in and kissed him, he kissed back very roughly.. which made you moan softly in his mouth. “Eli, y/n.. can y’all do that somewhere else?” Kiltz asked, Eli just rolled his eyes, pulling away from the kiss and then grabbed your hand leading you out the school.

“Yeah, we will. We’re going back to my place.” He replied and you blushed a bit.

"Alright then.." Matthew said, a bit weirded out. Klitz and Matthew head out of the school after you and Eli left.

You and Eli finally got to the house and went inside, Eli turned around and smirked at you making your face turn red.

"You wanna watch some porn tapes that I found, babe?" He asked, you smirked because you've never seen porn before so you shook your head yes. "You're in for a treat.." he said with a smirk.

You sat down on the couch watching him putting the porn tape in, your face was turning very red. The porn tape was now in and playing.

Eli sat on the couch, very close to you. moans, and whimpers were playing from the TV which turned you on in some way.

Almost half way through the tape and you could see Eli's boner, he was really turned on by this.. "Eli.. I need you.." you cried out. "I need you too.." he said, whimpering a bit. "If you didn't know, y/n.. I'm still a virgin.." he said embarrassedly.

"Don't worry, Eli.. I am too.. we can work things out." You said, Eli was shocked that you were still a virgin.

"Let me just take the tape out first, baby.." he got up and got the tape out of the TV, he sat back down and you crawled into his lap grinding against his boner.

"F-Fuck.. babe! please stop, I'm gonna cum in my pants!!" He moaned out, you kept grinding on him harder which earned a moan from your mouth.

"Fuck.. babe.." Eli moaned out loudly, You stop grinding against him and he panted a bit loud, "Let's go to the bedroom.." Eli said while trying to catch his breath.

You got off eli and stood up to grab his hand and led him to the bedroom, and he yelped.. as you both got into the room.. you closed and locked the door so you hoped no one else would hear and you walked in front of eli. He was standing in front of you while you slowly started to strip off your clothes, he was amazed.

He walked towards you, pressing his body against yours making you moan. Eli traced every curve on your body, which made you blush and then his hand traveled to your ass, squeezing it. You yelped, “E-Eli!” You stuttered out.

“It’s time for me to fuck you till you can’t walk for months..” He said smirking, your face turned red but before you could respond.. eli threw you onto the bed, your ass facing the air. “Can I suck you off?” You asked, and he nodded a ‘yes’ and you got up, getting off the bed.. getting on your knees but first you had to take his pants and boxers off.

You started to lick the tip and started to deep throat him, earning a loud moan from his mouth. Eli gripped onto your hair and pushed your mouth all the way down, boy he was a moaning mess.

As you kept deep throating him, he could feel he was about to cum.. and he did.. Eli moaned loudly, which anyone could’ve heard. You swallowed the cum, leaving some cum dripping on your chin.

“You did so w-well..” Eli panted as he took his shirt off, grabbing you and pushing you onto the bed, he got on top of you and kissed you roughly before fucking you. His cock was rubbing against your wet folds, slamming his cock into you.. causing you to scream. Eli just whimpered loudly but then the pain slowly started to turn into pleasure, he gave you no time to adjust.. he was just pounding into you very fast and roughly.

“Eli!” You moaned out, Eli reached behind your back n’ groped, and smacked your ass hard as he kept thrusting hard into you. He kept groping and smacking your ass so you know who you belong to.

You both were very close to cumming, and you both could feel knots in y’all’s stomachs before you two were going to cum. “I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, “Me too!” Eli groaned.

You both then cummed and you screamed loudly that the neighbors could’ve heard.

Eli pulled out and lied on you, still naked.. whispering ‘I love you’ and you whispered back saying ‘I love you too’.

And that was the day you both lost your virginity..

#the girl next door #chris marquette #eli brooks #Eli brooks smut #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #paul dano nation #percy dolarhyde #eli sunday x reader #edward nashton x you

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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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Paul Dano Masterlist:

Alex Jones/Barry Millard (Prisoners):

Warning: everything i write for Alex is platonic, spare me the block and don't requests smut or romance for him.

Being His Therapist

Being His Care Taker

Pierre Bezukhov (War and Peace):

Crema de Estrellas

Close To Me

NSFW alphabet

SFW alphabet

200 followers Drabble

Nights in White Satin

Edward Nashton (The Batman):

Sea, Swallow Me

NSFW alphabet

Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood):

NSFW alphabet

The Sinner

Percy Dolarhyde (Cowboys vs Aliens):

NSFW alphabet

Jay (Okja):

NSFW alphabet

Multiple:

Songs in My Spotify That Remind Me of Paul Dano Characters

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rats-write · 1 year

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About Me

Hi! You can call me Rat, Ace or any nickname you’d like!

I’m 20.

(If you can’t tell, my favorite colors purple as well)

What I do and don’t write:

I write mainly fluff but I will write other things.

I won’t write smut but I can write things in the territory of suggestive.

I will not write suggestive things about people or characters under 20

I write for both male and female characters. (Although mainly male)

I won’t write things that I personally disagree with or dislike so please keep that in mind.

I write headcannons, imagines and shorter fics as of now but I might write longer fics in the future!

I take requests (they are more than welcome)but it may take me a bit to get to them, sorry.

The characters I’ll write for are:

Paul dano characters:

Percy Dolarhyde (Cowboys and Aliens)

The Riddler/Edward Nashton (The Batman)

Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine - platonic only)

YouTubers:

Quackity

Ranboo

Wilbur Soot (and most of the bursonas)

Tommyinnit

Tubbo

Slimecicle

Fundy (only for his character)

Billzo

Ted Nivison

JSchlatt

*It will be added onto but for now that is who I write

Flufftober masterlist

#x reader #x male reader #dreamsmp x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimesicle x reader #fundy x reader #billzo x reader #ted nivison x reader #jschlatt x reader #dwayne hoover x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #percy dolarhyde x reader

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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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Chapter I - Bad Moon Rising

Percy Dolarhyde x f!Reader

Summary: Moving to the town of Absolution has brought nothing but trouble. An arranged marriage to a certain son of the colonel doesn’t go down too well, especially as he’s an ass. How does your business cope with all the shenanigans? Will your relationship with Mr Dolarhyde remain rocky, or can either of your hearts be tamed?

Warnings: prostitution, swearing, alcohol, arranged marriage, eventual smut

A/N: Percy Dolarhyde brain rot, my Dano obsession seems to be circling his characters at the moment! But I actually have a thought out story with this so stay tuned for more content! Enemies to lovers is one of my favourite tropes so buckle up, save a horse and ride a cowboy!

The desert town of Absolution was a bustling town in New Mexico filled with stores, bars and of course, cowboys. It was a small, dishevelled place, but it was called home by many.

You weren't native to Absolution, in fact your home town was a little haven called Sparrowdale, a good 40 miles away from your current residence. You were relocated here by your father, Mr Noah Langtree, who was a respected tradesman and cattleman. Apparently he had business with the infamous Col. Woodrow Dolarhyde which required him to move into the town itself; this made your business affairs rather difficult. As a successful bar keeper (and guardian of women of the night) you had to move everything to this isolated town, including your girls. Back in Sparrowdale, you had connections you wouldn’t otherwise have, you built a rapport with its citizens and the ‘higher ups’ as an entertainment bar; which meant you were questioned less on its “entertaining activities” - all of this dissolved overnight thanks to your father's impulsive decisions.

What had made it worse was his intentions towards you and a certain son of the colonel.

"Absolutely not"

"You haven't even met him yet"

"And neither will I"

Your arms are folded, a scowl on your face as you stare your father down from the other side of the dinner table.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you need to understand that its not easy..." your father raises his hands defensively, you take none of it.

"You didn't even ask me first"

It came to you quite appallingly when you discovered your arranged marriage to a Mr Percy Dolarhyde, apparently the colonel had insisted and "twisted" your fathers hand. It would strengthen the family businesses, making both your father and Col. Woodrow extremely rich; your father just had to sacrifice you.

"I knew you'd say no darlin', but with this deal it could mean that we have a better life!"

"As if we weren't living a satisfactory life as it is? I mean look at me pa! I’m a respected business woman, you don’t come across those every day!" This was very true, you had lived very comfortably under the Langtree’s business, and even more so when you opened the bar. Being the only child, you were able to purchase most things you desired - jewellery, books, clothing, and you never went a day starved or parched. The two surviving family members have a steady income, and even if you didn’t have a job, it would still be more than enough! What more could your father possibly want?

"We are, but sweetheart I ain't gettin' any younger and I don't wanna see you alone…or like your girls" His voice sounds weepy, you didn't want to show any sympathy but part of you felt for the man. You suppose that he himself is lonely after your mother’s passing and wishes for you to not experience a companionless life.

“My girls aren’t alone, I’m not alone. We’re rather happy, thank you very much” you insist, your father lets out a long sigh and wipes his hand across his face.

“But years down the line you’ll look back and wish you’d have a youngun’ of your own. And your ‘business’ may be solid now but a husband can support you if things go wrong and I can’t always be there to take care of you”

You consider his words, not that you particularly wanted any children (lets face it, your job isn’t really appropriate for kids) and a husband sounds…awful. You did however understand the necessity of a spouse, especially as a woman in the world you live in. Whilst in thought, your father reaches to hold your hand with a sullen look; you allowed it and held him tight in your palm.

"Just meet him once, if you really don't get on..." your father sighs once more. "Then I will call it off. But promise me you'll try with this boy, okay?"

"It's a deal papa" you reluctantly shake his hand, if Percy was anything like you heard, then the marriage will be over before it even began.

2 days pass after your agreement, you and your father were invited to the Dolarhyde estate where you'd meet Percy and Col. Woodrow for the first time. It was a social gathering, a party if you will, for all the business men in the area; though, this could only mean alcohol was involved. Great, meeting your potential future husband for the first time and he could be black out drunk. One of the stories you were told about this harasser of Absolution was his insatiable desire for booze. No doubt he also took advantage of many an escort. Although you made sure your girls were (mostly) clean, you couldn’t speak for the pre-existing prostitutes of the town, so whatever diseases Percy had, you were sure to share; just imaging it made you feel repugnantly sick.

Throwing on your violet dress, you make sure to look presentable; not for Percy who will in no doubt forget even meeting you after today, but for your father's business partners and associates. You wanted to give your father a good reputation, your mother would say "a pretty face makes for pretty business".

Staring at the mirror, you check yourself out, brushing off any wrinkles and even lowering the neckline to accentuate your bust; it made you feel like a piece of meat but you were dressed to impress.

"You look just like your mother" you hear you father chime through the door, you turn to give him a smile. "You got her eyes…and my stubbornness” he reaches forward and places a gentle hand to your face. As much as your father had placed you in such a shit situation, he was your pa, and he loved you dearly as you did him.

"Here, I got you somethin" out of his bag, he pulls out a delicate bottle of perfume. "I hope you like it"

Thanking him, you immediately (and excitedly) spray yourself with it - it has lovely notes of rose and lavender, a floral combination that reminded you of your mother.

"That smells so nice! I love it pa, thank you" you give him a warm hug, it at least had put you in a cheerier mood.

Arriving at the estate, your carriage pulls outside of a rather large building; much larger than your home. You can somewhat understand your father's appeal of the place and the desire to own one himself. You could hear a rabble coming from the back where the party was taking place, spotting a few people dotted around; the ladies in particular had dolled up, making you feel a little insecure.

You internally slap yourself, you didn't really care what you looked like before and neither will you now. You felt that the girls you housed in your bar were infinitely more beautiful than you and it never mattered before. ‘Get it together Miss Langtree’. Eyes shift to the sky, although the weather was sunny, over in the horizon you saw storm clouds rolling in; you took this as a bad omen.

“I hear hurricanes a-blowin, something about this feels like trouble, pa” you pout

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N, it’ll be fine. Now, straight back, head held high and give us a big ol’ smile” your father draws an invisible line over his lips as he pulls an exaggerated, toothy grin.

You could only sigh and let out a rather noticeably fake smile, but it was good enough for your pa.

“Mr and Miss Langtree?” You hear a young man great you, he was a smallish fellow with many missing teeth. “I was told to bring yer round the back, Mr Dolarhyde said to take ya’ll right to him”

“Thank you kindly, uh…”

“Otis, just call me Otis”

“Alrighty then Otis” Your father tilted his hat towards the man before linking his arm with yours. For some reason, you could feel him shake under your grip, was he nervous? The colonel was known for being quite ruthless, but you’d never take your father to be a scared man. Maybe the rumours were true; the mere thought had you trembling a little, what if Percy was like his father?

As you walked around the building, you took note of all the trees and foliage, they certainly tarted up the place, supposing its because they were extremely rich. You hoped to one day have a nice garden of your own with lots of flowers and maybe even a cherry tree. Your eyes gaze over many a face, lots of fancy looking folk mixed with less fancy looking folk; all seemingly staring at you and your dad, you were strangers after all.

“Sir its the Langtree’s” Otis called over to an older gentleman, he was very tall with grey hair and a sandy hat; this was Woodrow Dolarhyde.

“Welcome welcome, its great to see you again Mr Langtree…” Woodrow shook your fathers hand with a half smile, he had a serious yet amused tone in his voice. “…and you must be the lovely Miss Y/N Langtree, its a pleasure to meet you” he held out his hand to yours, you take it and are surprised by a quick kiss to your knuckles. Mr Dolarhyde’s presence was incredibly intimidating, though you couldn’t help but blush a little, you could tell he would’ve been quite handsome in his younger years.

“I believe the pleasure is all mine Mr Dolarhyde” you give a cute little curtesy before taking back your hand.

“A polite lil’ thing aren’t ya? But please, call me Woodrow. And can I say, you smell like a bed o’ roses” he lets out a low chuckle.

“Why thank you, my pa gifted me some perfume just for the occasion”

”Well ain’t you just sunshine and rainbows” Woodrow dryly jokes, he turns to your father and gives him a knowing look. “I assume your daddy’s given you the news of our…plans” he awkwardly rests a hand on the back of his neck and gives you a sympathetic smile.

“I have indeed sir” your father blurts, the nerves beginning to get the better of him. “Go on” he whispers and nudges you towards the colonel.

“I uh yes, yes he has” Your father’s nerves were rubbing off on you, now you understood why your father wasn’t able to put up much an objection to this proposal.

“Percy!” Woodrow shouted, it was sudden and rather aggressive; both you and your father jump at his words. “Percy, boy where the hell are ya?” He bellowed once more. You look around and see a stumbling lanky young man emerge from the bushes, followed by a giggling young girl who quickly runs away from the scene. ‘Hmm an excellent start’ you think to yourself.

“Percy the fuck are you doin” Woodrow quietly grunted at his son. You look at this mess of a man, greasy hair, dopey sad eyes and crooked teeth (at least he had all of them). Despite this, he was an oddly attractive man, given that he could do with a good scrub and brushed hair; he had a bit of a baby face and was very tall, towering above your party. The thing that puts you off the most though was this strong stench of alcohol. Perfect! Just as you envisioned, an alcoholic with greedy eyes for women. This engagement was as good as finished.

“This is my son, Percy Dolarhyde, Percy this is Noah and Y/N Langtree” Woodrow attempts to introduce his son, Percy looks between you and your pa and gives you both a pursed smile.

“Howdy” was all he could muster, he was rather tipsy at this point as his body swayed from left to right.

“Ahem” your father coughed in his chest, nudging you once more.

“A pleasure to meet you…Mr Dolarhyde” you say through gritted teeth, giving a slow and frustrated curtesy, Percy didn’t respond. All he could do was look at your breasts, this irritated you to no end. Woodrow stared up at the boy and gave him a firm and discrete punch in the arm.

“Oh, oh yeah uh nice to meet you too and all that” Percy tips his hat before his eyes looked away from your party, either out of awkwardness or searching for that young girl he was having a nice time with behind those bushes earlier. You could hear alarm bells in your mind, he kind of looked like a rag doll, and you wanted to shake him like one.

“So Miss Langtree, your father tells me that you are a business owner. What is it that you do?” Woodrow enquires, your father gives him a look of panic.

“I-”

“She’s an bar keeper!” Your dad interrupts, a pained grin on his lips

“I also provide a source of entertainment” you add

“Like what?”

“Mostly singing isn’t it darlin? Your girls are extremely talented”

“Girls?” Percy’s head swivels back to the conversation, Woodrow gives him another swift punch, at this rate he’ll give his son a dead arm.

“Yeah…when we came to Absolution, I brought all 7 of my girls. They’re either singers or dancers and-”

“They entertain at the bar!” Your father interrupts once more. You weren’t ashamed of the girls at all, what they have to do to survive in this world is their business and their business alone, all you could do is provide them shelter, food and a bed; and just for a few hours at the weekend they earn their keep to stay under your roof. Each girl is assigned a bedroom in your establishment, it cost a pretty penny but you had luckily saved enough to buy a building large enough for the girls to stay comfortably.

Woodrow looks you up and down, somewhat catching onto what kind of “entertainment” these girls get up to; which he doesn’t necessarily mind or care (especially after seeing a good few himself) but he wasn’t sure how well this will end with his son. Percy was the kind of person to divulge in anything he wants, not that Woodrow would ever stop him, he was his pride and joy but…in terms of business it wouldn’t look too good.

“Well I am sure we will have to pay a visit sometime and watch ya’ll perform. When do you open?”

“Yeah we’ll be sure to check them pretty ladies out” Percy drunkenly giggles, you give him a look of disgust, damned are you to allow him into your bar.

“Well I wanted my girls and I to settle in first, no doubt you’ve probably seen one of em’ walk about the town and explore. I intend to have a grand opening in a couple of weeks, give or take” You smile politely

“Well you better be prayin’ each night cuz you’ll have to compete with our good ol’ Gold Leaf” Percy spat, feeling rather defensive of his usual drinking spot. You swallow your anger before articulating an answer which didn’t come across as rude.

“I am sure the Gold Leaf has a well enough reputation to keep its loyal customers, just as I will gain mine. Plus I don’t know what entertainment the Gold Leaf has, but they certainly don’t have gals from Sparrowdale singin’ and dancin’ in revealin dresses”

“Reavealin??” Percy’s eyes widen with excitement, Woodrow rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed groan.

“Excuse me for a moment…Percy the fuck you playin’ around for?” Mr Dolarhyde grabs Percy by the scruff of his neck and pulls him aside to give him a good telling off. In the meantime, you turn to your father and give him a stern but amused look, a look to say ‘I told you so’.

“He’s uh…quite the catch huh?” Your father awkwardly chuckles.

“Clearly”

There is an awkward silence, you look between your father and over to the Dolarhydes who were arguing under hushed voices. You could overhear Percy whine something along the lines of “but I don’t wanna get married”. What a baby.

“So how do you feel if I stayed an independent woman for the rest of my life?” You half joked, your father rolled his shoulders back in attempts to collect himself.

“Come on sweetheart, give him a chance”

“I have! And look at him! You expect me to marry that?! Delusional” You furrow a brow, all you wanted to do was walk out, but you knew too much was at stake.

“Listen to me Y/N, he isn’t much of a man - and that’s a good thing”

You are somewhat taken aback by what your father said, he rests his hands on your shoulders and looks at you intently.

“A weak man is easy to control, a drunk man even easier. You may not love him, heck, you may not even like him but with you runnin the bar and him drinking all day at the Gold Leaf, you’ll barely see him. Now this is an entirely transactional wedding, I know its not great but imagine the benefits. You will be MRS Dolarhyde, the town will respect you and you’ll be well protected. If anything, do this for yourself, you could really take advantage of this”

Finally, a point that’s worth considering - when he puts it like that, it could actually be a good thing after all. Imagine if the Gold Leaf somehow outdid your bar, the girls would have to be let go, they would have to fend for themselves in a town they barely know. Having a husband in the Dolarhyde family would sure have its perks, if not a guaranteed safety net. ‘Fuck! I’d even marry Woodrow for that kind of stability’ you thought.

Giving Percy one last glance before sacrificing your freedom, you nod in agreement. You take your father’s hands off your shoulders and hold them in yours, stroking his palms and giving him a brave smile.

“I’m not happy about this but…you’re right. I accept”

“Accept what?” You hear Woodrow ask as he walks over, Percy sorrowfully following close behind him

“To opening the Sweetwater earlier than schedule. I believe the sooner we open my bar, the sooner I get acquainted to the town’s folk!” You lie, it was convincing enough though.

“Sweetwater? Is that the name of your establishment” Woodrow smirks, “I like it…listen here, I don’t want you to get a bad lookin’ of my son here. He can be mighty fine when sober so waddaya say to a little rendezvous tomorrow when Percy’s had his kip?”

You push down all initial negative thoughts, biting your lip you look up at Percy who is somewhat scowling at you. ‘The fuck’s he starin at?’ You thought, it took everything in your power not to throttle him.

“I would be delighted” you smile sweetly if not patronisingly “though I must see how my girls are doing at some point”

“Y’know what, I got an idea. How ‘bout I’ll swing by with Percy here and we can check it out, considering we’ll be your sponsors from now on. Gotta support the family business right?”

You curl your toes in your shoes, calling you family already? You certainly weren’t ready for your girls to meet your husband and father-in-law to be, but alas, you agree to the arrangement.

“Great, now how about we leave these two love birds to get acquainted whilst we talk, there’s a lot to discuss. Mr Langtree, may I?” Woodrow pulls your father away and you are left internally screaming with a scarecrow of a person.

You glance up at him a couple of times, he hasn’t said anything yet and the tension is thick.

“I know this is probably not what you want…” you begin calmly

“It’s not”

You wanted to punch him so badly, you grasp your fists together tightly.

“But its the cards we’ve been dealt with, so we might as well play along” your body is tense, you really don’t want to be here. Remembering the words of your father, you adjust your shoulders, head held high and you gave Percy a strong, confident look. “Mr Dolarhyde…”

“Percy, just call me Percy. Everyone does”

“MR Dolarhyde, I will be frank. If you don’t get in my way, I won’t get in yours. You do whatever you please and I will do whatever I please. We don’t get in each other’s shit, and we will get along just swimmingly. Okay?”

“Fine by me, bitch”

Your eyes burn into him, if looks could kill, this man would be dead in an instant. As you were at a party so you didn’t want to cause a commotion, you calm yourself before saying anything.

“Less with the attitude or I’ll slit both your neck and your balls you hear me? Call me that again and you’ll be a dead man” You whisper a threat, he gulps and gives you a slightly nervous expression. “I’ve dealt with men far worse than you, I have fought with my bare hand with men twice your size off of my girls so don’t try me Mr Dolarhyde”

“Gee whizz, you are one scary woman. I heard ya loud and clear - just don’t go blowin’ your head off or anything” Even though he was pretty sure he was well protected by his father, there was something in your eye that believed your warning.

At the end of the day you left the party in higher spirits, you had made yourself quite the first impression; never fuck with a Langtree, especially not the owner of the Sweetwater bar. Percy didn’t quite know what to think, he knew he disliked you; thought you were a little freak. But much like you, he had agreed to the wedding out of duty for his father, and chose not to tell anyone about your threat.

Your pa had questioned the smug grin on your face as you got into the carriage, you didn’t explain why, just that you had found your footing and established order between you and Percy.

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Once someone mentioned to me a percy dolarhyde being reader’s sugar daddy headcanon and I never got over it. I’d be interested to see you write your take on it 🤭

– 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my god I completely forgot about how much I fucking adore this stupid, stinky man. I take one look at him and he just...his dumb punchable face makes me so feel so soft inside. I tried to keep this as brief as possible but oops this drabble is a little over 1,200 words, in true Andromeda fashion. anyhoo, enjoy this, my filthy friends.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MDNI), mommy kink, usage of pet names, brief descriptions of p in v sex, oral, and handjobs. little bits of angst (because who am I if I can't throw in a modicum of melancholy). nothing else I can think of!

He's not much to look at, but he'll do.

That's probably the closest approximation to what you first thought when Percy approached you. Of course, you knew full well who he was. It's hard not to. Especially with his infamous weekly temper tantrums in the town square.

You weren't surprised. Naturally, as the Dolarhyde brat got older his attention shifted to loftier prizes than money, alcohol, and infamy. He now aimed to hold his power over something new; you. And as much as that idea worried you, you would've been stupid to decline. Being on his payroll...you'd be set for a long, long time. Maybe you could leave Absolution one day after all. So you said yes.

You'd give him whatever he needed. Your body, your time, and – most importantly – your company.

Judging by his disposition, you assumed he'd be the type of man who had plenty of kinks hiding just beneath his wealthy surface. And for the most part, you were right.

Almost immediately you learned Percy had quite a fixation on your...maternal aspects. He could hardly even bother averting his gaze when you were beneath him, chest heaving under the fabric of your blouse. He seemed to like the way your breasts sagged to the sides of your figure; how he could squish them together with his greedy hands and pull at your nipples with his lithe fingers. And when you yelped in pain and scolded his eagerness, you were shocked to be met with his cheeks flushing with guilt.

"'M sorry..." he murmured, looking up at you with those wet eyes like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And just like that, any frustration you felt washed away as he solidified the apology with his tongue.

Percy liked giving them this much attention. He liked listening to you groan as he sucked on your skin and left marks that were for his eyes only. And you liked the desperate possessiveness in his strangled voice when he whispered against your breast, "Mommy..."

There was that and a litany of other little phrases he repeated like prayers.

"Thank you, mommy."

"You sound so good, mommy."

"Do I turn you on, mommy?"

You'd heard that name leave his lips enough times that just the simple utterance now activated you. Heat would flood between your legs and you'd feel sweat begin to form on your upper lip. Heart beating fast, that single word would send you soaring to another planet, waiting for the chapped skin of Percy's lips to mercifully bring you back down.

But he didn't always like you being under him. In fact, as time went on and it became clear that he was comfortable confiding his desires, he requested that you'd be more domineering with him.

Push him down on the bed so hard that you could hear the springs squeak in protest. Straddle his hips and tease him with the agonizing drag of your clothed cunt against his groin. Grab him by his bandana and pull him into a searing, closed mouth kiss that still manages to render him breathless. Tug on his greasy locks and make him sob. And when you finally undress him, take it at your own pace. Because whether you show him the respect he thinks he deserves and carefully unbutton his fitted waistcoat or tear apart his fineries with an urgency that betrays your need for him, Percy said he'd like it.

Because he loves it when you take what you want from him. Even when his cock is fully sheathed in you, he wants you to grind against him and chase your own high. He wants the marks of your fingernails on his otherwise unblemished, silky flesh when you brace yourself on him. He'll beg for you to give him just an inch or two of friction, but you know that he's exactly where he wants to be. Percy will take your cunt clenching around him and savor the feeling of your muscles spasming as you reach the end of your rope.

And he'll adore it when you follow that act up with a gentle coo of, "You did such a wonderful job for me, baby boy." Because then he knows that he'll be rewarded. Either with some tugs with your generous hand or your warm mouth, cleaning up the mix of both of your messes off of his length.

More than any of that, you quickly discovered what he actually craved the most: conversation and company. And that was perhaps the saddest detail of all. But you promised yourself ages ago that you'd never shed a tear for the selfish and stupid man. But you'd listen. There's no harm in that, right?

Truth be told, he didn't have many actual problems. At least not ones that you completely sympathized with. Sure, he was crippled by loneliness and feeling like he was ultimately useless to the world around him. But he found a way to occupy his time with petty squabbles.

Most of his gripes would've made you roll your eyes if you didn't remember that he was paying you for your time. It's for that reason that he liked keeping you on his arm. Everyone else in his posse may have been on his father's payroll. But not you. At the end of the day, Percy handed you his own dollar bills and sent you off with a satisfied kiss on your cheek.

It made him feel special, knowing that you were all his.

"What exactly do you do with the heaps of money I give you, sweet pea?" he wondered aloud one lazy afternoon. You'd left your place on his bed momentarily to squirrel away your latest payment in your bag before taking your place beside him again.

When you nuzzle into his side and feel his arm instinctively curl around you, you chuckle, "Something you probably wouldn't be familiar with. I save it."

Percy pinches your side teasingly and questions, "What can you possibly be saving up for that I can't just buy for you, huh?"

Though you sniff lightly, you find yourself staring at where your hand lays on his chest, fingers drumming softly against his skin. The golden sunlight streaming through his window makes the sheen of sweat on his pale chest practically glitter. You mumble, "My freedom, I guess."

"Freedom?" Percy scoffs. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You sit up suddenly and look in his eyes. "I mean that I don't wanna get stuck here. Because when you get stuck here, it means you're stuck under the Dolarhyde thumb for the rest of your life."

Percy's stare grows cold. He pulls his arm out from around you and folds them indignantly over his chest. "Well, gee. Didn't know you were so miserable taking my money."

"Oh, c'mon, Percy," you attempt to reason with him. "That's not what I meant."

He chuckles humorlessly, "Then why'd you say it?"

"Because I'm tryna be honest with ya'. What else was I supposed to say?"

Say that you won't leave me. Or if you do leave, say that you want me with you. Say that I'm special.

Percy closes his eyes and shakes his head before letting his head sink deeper into his pillow. "Nothin'. Nothin' at all." He pauses, breathes deeply, and finally meets your gaze again, "Just...don't worry about it anymore, alright? Your pretty little head shouldn't have to worry about it right now. C'mere..." he beckons for you to settle down in his arms again. And you do.

Feeling a little emptier than before, Percy holds you and whispers mostly to himself, "My girl...my good girl..."

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There's Fire In Your Belly

Chapter 2

Percy Dolarhyde x Female!Reader, word count: 2k chapter 1 here and chapter 3 here yeeeeeeeehaw more of this slimy little asshole who i am in love with, not in spite of his bad attitude, but because of it. request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, misogyny, marking, ropes, guns, violence, voyeurism, forceful behaviour, spanking, bondage, possessiveness, mean cowboys with bad attitudes

For the first week of your time on the ranch, Percy had made it his business to make your life a living misery, tempting you at every opportunity he got. Your anger rose and fell in painful waves, every minute you spent with him sending hatred and heat surging through your body. Blessedly, you were around him so infrequently that it wasn’t too hard to manage, but every second of time you spent in his presence was filled with humiliating and degrading tasks.

While general maintenance and some cleaning for upkeep were part of your routine, Percy seemed to create filth for you to tidy up, and would stand watching you clean it with a smug, self-satisfied grin. On more than one occasion he had tripped you on your way out of the milking shed, causing you to spill your buckets, landing you in the ensuing mud, and meaning you were getting reduced wages for that day. But you took his punishments in your stride. Something inside you knew that if you reacted to him, either screaming, crying or shooting at him, he’d be pretty pleased with himself. If you ignored him, he might get angry enough to just fire you or to leave you alone. You were reaching the end of your tether though.

Just the night before, you had made your way to the main house to collect your pitiful and cut back wage from one of the Dolarhyde’s workers, when Percy whistled for you to come into the dining room. Not wanting to appear to be ignorant to your boss’ wishes, you entered with a straight face. He sat in one of the wooden chairs, leaning back on two legs, his feet resting rudely on the long, beautiful table. He nodded his head towards his boots.

“Take them off for me, please.”

“You have to be kiddin’, right?”

“I never kid, darlin’. Take. Them. Off.” He leaned forward, settling the chair onto all four legs, watching you with raised eyebrows. “I’m getting impatient, missy.”

Swallowing your pride, or what little was left of it after a solid week of being degraded at every turn by this monster of nepotism, you walked over to Percy and took off one of his boots for him, settling it down on the floor by the fireplace. You moved to take the other off, and when you looked back up, you noticed he was wiggling his toes, grimy, holey socks resting on the table now, worse than the dirt clad boots. He leaned back in his chair again, swinging gently as he gazed at your form, derisive and yet appreciative.

“You wanna give ‘em a little rub, darlin’? They get awfully sore.”

“From sittin’ on your ass all day? What a miracle.”

His face contorted into a sneer as he spoke.

“Now you listen here-”

Emboldened by the act of humiliation, certain that none of the other staff were within ear shot and that Percy might not dare be shown up by being manhandled by a woman, you grabbed at his ascot and tugged him towards you, the chair legs slamming loudly on the wooden floor.

“No, you listen. I am sick of you, Percy Dolarhyde.” You spat his name out through gritted teeth, flecks of saliva landing on his cheek, the distance between you closed. He looked nervous, scared even. His mouth was in a slight frown, eyes bulging, cheeks flushing in a light pink. It only served to spur you on. “You are right about me. I am not the kind of woman that you want to fuck with. You’ll do well to remember that. You might be the boss’ son, but that’s all you are. You don’t tell me what to do, you don’t touch me. I will end you.”

You stepped back, smoothing down your shirt, watching him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing lightly in his throat.

“Now. Is there anything else you need of me, Mister Dolarhyde, or can I leave?”

“Get out.” His mouth barely opened as he spoke, meek and hushed. With no further permission needed, or asked for, you left the room and exited the house, heading back to your tent to try and sleep. Though it didn’t come easily. Tossing and turning all night, you wondered if you had done the right thing. It was important to nip the behaviour in the bud, yes. But it was at a risk to your new life, everything you had wanted for so long. It was the right thing to do, it was justified. And yet, it felt self-serving too, how nice it was to make him cower under you, hear him whine, almost whispered, as you exerted a dominance over him he didn’t expect. Relishing the feeling, you finally managed to fall asleep with a smile on your face, ready to face your second week on the ranch in the morning, hopeful that the new week would be better than the last.

But what kind of world would that be? A fair one. And that wasn’t the world you had known up to this point in your life. In the morning, after a quick breakfast and dunking your face in the wash basin by the camp fire, you noticed the other ranch hands were gathered near the training pen. As you approached them, you noticed Percy was among them, lasso in hand, attempting to show off his prowess, which was non-existent from the brief examples you were seeing now. One of the older horses was trotting around, and Percy was failing to loop the rope around it every try. You hopped up onto the fence to get a better look at him, laughing loud enough at his miserable attempts that he noticed you.

Percy shot a glance at you, anger simmering behind it, and you made no effort to conceal your glee at his misery.

“You think you can do a better job?” He yelled over the chuckling from the ranch hands. “Come on then, prove you’re any better than me.”

Without speaking, you swung your legs over the fence and joined him in the pen. You knew with all confidence that you would show him up, and you gathered the rope from your belt and swiftly lassoed the horse as it passed the furthest point from you. As the ranch hands cheered, you turned to see Percy, hands balled into fists. He took a few steps forward and held the rope over his head, swinging it at you and, for the first time that day, meeting his target.

Before you had time to react, he yanked at the rope, pulling you forward and sending you splaying into the dirt. No one else laughed, which meant you could hear Percy’s loud and clearly. The others were walking away, finally finding the enthusiasm to get back to work. You attempted to stand up, but Percy tugged on the rope again, your body falling flat into the ground, chin hitting the dirt.

“Aw.” Percy stepped towards you, standing over you, inches away from you. He nudged your side with one of his boots. “Get up.”

You stood, finally unhindered by his childish actions, and stepped out of the loosened rope. Without looking at him, you stomped past his body, trying to ignore his giggling as you headed to the house in search of one of the ranch hands wives.

Inside, you found someone in the kitchen, you didn’t know her name and didn’t care to. But she was sweet, and offered to patch up the hole in your pants. As you sat, she mentioned that she had noticed Percy had taken a shine to you, hushing herself when she saw the look of distaste you gave her. The last thing she said as you left, muttering only a thanks to her, was that your actions were surely only leading him on. She warned it would end in misery. Good, you hoped. Misery was all he deserved. You wondered briefly how often the other women spoke of you, what gossip they might share surrounding you and your past, the work you chose to do, the way that Percy Dolarhyde had singled you out. Trying not to let it fill your mind and heart with worry, you focused all of your attention on your work for the rest of the day. So focused that you barely noticed when the sun had gone down, leaving you in the barns in the dark.

On your return to the camp, you noticed there was an extra person by the fire. And from the obnoxious cackling, you could tell it was Percy. You approached slowly, hoping to be able to sneak to your tent without anyone noticing you, drawing you in and forcing you to endure the torture of Percy’s existence more than you needed to. The closer you got though, the more you could hear, and it wasn’t something you could ignore.

“Give me time, I’m sure I can convince her to let me get a little sweetness from her. I’ve got her under my finger, she works for my pa, so she works for me. If she wants to keep this job, she’ll do as I say, regardless of what that is.”

You wondered which poor soul Percy was planning on pitching his unique brand of woo at, listening in longer in hopes of finding out, maybe you could warn her at least.

“I mean, I already told her as much. She’s as good as mine. You should have seen her the other day, I had her takin’ off my boots, won’t be long before I have her takin’ off my pants too, and hers finally. I mean, would it kill her to wear a skirt sometime?”

Approaching him from behind, rage behind every footstep, inspired by the very notion that Percy god damn Dolarhyde would think you could ever be under his thumb, or under his body. You knocked the hat of his head with a swipe and stood back, ready to berate him, when he shot up and aimed his pistol at you. Reacting quickly, you raised yours to him too, in a tense stand-off. Percy smiled, sneering at you as he put the gun back into the holster and raised his hands at you. He walked towards you, leaning in as he passed, whispering into your ear.

“I know you’ve got fire in your belly, and I’ll see it some time darlin’. Won’t be long before I break you and everythin’ you heard will come true. You’ll see! Women don’t say no to Percy Dolarhyde.”

He nudged you as he walked past, shoving you to the side as he left for the house. You shot a threatening look to the others, hoping they sensed your disappointment in their lack of morals, not one of them having stood up to Percy on your behalf. You had no energy to scold them though, Percy drained you completely, even with the most miniscule of interactions.

And you were irritated by how he had a habit of staying on your mind, even in the moments of peace you received from him. That night, you struggled to sleep, everything he said playing on your mind to the point that when you did eventually manage to close your eyes and dream, Percy intruded your thoughts there too. You hated him, but the things he said at the fire, the confidence in his voice, had spurred something in you, something you desperately wanted to push back down, but your subconscious mind indulged in.

So you had a fitful sleep, thoughts of Percy floating around your mind. Of him winning you over, of him holding you against the stables, digging the spurs at the back of his riding boots into your skin as he kicked your legs, spreading them apart, so he could fuck you against the wall. In the morning, you scrubbed hard at your face, as though clean skin might mean a clean mind, free of the frankly disturbing and un-pure thoughts you’d had about the vilest creature to walk this earth. Everything in you prayed that you would be able to avoid him today, but luck was never on your side, and you knew it was hopeless to even dream of a world where you might be able to stave off further interactions with him and save yourself the potential embarrassment of blushing at the sight of him.

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