#gunslinger ghost smut

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➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠ GUNSLINGER SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠ afab!reader. kinda mean!ghost. blood. gun violence. gore. smut. p in v. sex without protection. wild west au. wc 5.9k. ➠SUMMARY | you find yourself getting tangled up in the mission of a group of outlaw cowboys and ghost doesn't seem to take a liking to you. that is until you get hurt. ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | cowboy ghost! cowboy ghost! cowboy ghost!

gunslinger ghost image cr ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

you flipped another coin onto the bar, thanking the bartender as he refilled your glass with whiskey. you turned and leaned back, taking a sip of your drink. the high-noon light poured into the saloon, dust particles sparkling in its rays.

you played with the gun in your holster aimlessly as a group of men you’ve never seen before walked in. they pushed through the batwing doors and took in their surroundings, appraising the people of al mazrah. the piano stopped momentarily, synchronizing with the speechlessness of the room. 

your eyes glazed over several cowboys, all with their own unique getup. but the one that drew your attention the most was a man donning a red skull mask. it reflected the midday sun and piqued your curiosity. he stood behind the others, his head not scanning the saloon like his friends were. you felt his eyes settle on you and your cheeks went hot at the attention. 

they all approached the bar and you kept your eyes locked on them in a challenge. “afternoon, ma’am,” the only man in the group without some form of face covering said, tipping his hat as he did. 

you glanced up at him, narrowing your eyes before taking a swig of your drink. “can i help you boys?”

the other three men gathered around, one of them–the youngest looking of the bunch–leaned on the bartop and waved two fingers in the air to gain the bartender's attention. “whiskey neat,” you heard him order. it made the corner of your lip quirk upwards. 

“that depends,” he drawled. “we’re lookin’ for a wanted man.” he slid a wanted poster onto the bartop and you turned to look at it. you traced over the sketch’s features and the man’s name, all the while you could feel eyes burning through you. 

you turned back to the man. “i don’t recognize his likeness, but his name sounds familiar.”

“yeah?”

“i think i’ve heard of him and his men causing trouble up the bend at the neighboring town. ‘bout 20 miles from here, give or take.”

he reached up and scratched his overgrown stubble. “well, that helped plenty. thanks…” he drew out the word, waiting for you to introduce yourself. 

you accepted his extended hand and told him your name, your eyes flickering behind him to the man in the red skull mask. “john,” he said back to you, his free hand tipping his hat down again but in a thanks this time. 

you wondered who these men were working for. they didn’t exactly look like your typical bounty hunters. they were far more intimidating than that. their gear more intricate and sharp. 

“gaz, pay the man. we’re leaving,” john said. gaz downed his whiskey and threw a few coins on the counter before following his friends out. 

you watched as they drew everyone’s attention as they strolled out of the saloon. you were torn back and forth between doing something very thoughtless and stupid. you looked at the bartender–someone who had listened to you drone on and on about how nothing interesting ever happened in this town. he gave you a nod as he wiped down a glass, a sly smile forming on his lips. 

“ shit ,” you muttered as you pushed yourself away from the bar and scurried outside. 

the men were mounting their horses off to the side of the building. your boots echoed off the wooden porch as you hurried towards them. the men looked up at you as you jostled down the stairs and to the dirt road. 

john raised a brow at you, a small smile creeping on his lips. 

“i, uhm…” you hesitated. you summoned the courage inside of you–mainly from the whiskey–as john patiently waited for you to speak. “i was hopin’ i could come along.”

john smiled at you, his rough hands holding onto the reigns of his horse. “and why might we allow that?”

you stood up a bit taller. “i know i’m a woman, but–”

“didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout you bein’ a woman.”

you pursed your lips. the men’s eyes tentatively watched you as they each half-focused on what they were doing before you came storming over. “i’m a good shot. i have nothin’ left for me here,” you gestured around the desolate town. “i’d like to help.”

john looked pensive. “no,” a deep, guttural voice said. your eyes flickered to the man in the skull mask and grimaced. 

“don’t mind ghost. he’s not used to new company.” ghost . a chill ran up your spine at the name. these were no average bounty hunters you’d be getting yourself involved in, that was definitely clear now. it was like john could read your thoughts. “can’t guarantee your safety… but i don’t see why not. ”

you nodded. “that’s alright. i know the risks.”

ghost grumbled something and rode off. the other three men ignored him, like they were used to his grumpy behavior. “this here is gaz and soap,” john said, pointing to each man respectively. 

you smiled at them. “got yourself a horse?” soap asked you, pulling his bandana down so you could see his mouth move as he talked. you nodded, your heart racing at the promise of adventure. 

you adjusted your hat as you followed closely behind the men on horseback. you felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb. the men were absent of all colors apart from ghost’s red skull mask. they each had on a black outfit, paired with black boots, and a black hat. you, on the other hand, had on a dirty brown jacket, brown boots, faded blue pants, and a sunbleached hat. you never would have thought your outfit would seem almost colorful. 

you galloped closer to john, al mazrah getting smaller and smaller as you rode further away from the town. 

“heard people talkin’ ‘bout some bandits robbing folk around the bend comin’ up.”

john glanced at you before shifting his eyes to soap who was in hearing range. 

“woulda been nice to know that a bit earlier,” a deep voice said. you turned to see ghost riding at your side, his eyes bright against the black on his skin. you felt your chest tighten. 

“i-i didn’t think of it. didn’t realize where we were till i saw the hill in the bend in the road up ahead.”

ghost grunted, looking over at john who sat opposite of you. “no use arguing ‘bout it now,” he placated. 

before he could open his mouth to continue, a gunshot rang in your ear. your eyes widened as you looked forward, stupefied. your ears rang and your hands came up to clamp over your ears before you yelped in pain. you could hear the soft rumble of more gunshots going off, but it was like you were stuck in your own little bubble. 

you pulled your hands down and looked at them, blood covering your left hand. 

oh my god , you thought. you were shot. 

you heard your name coming in louder and louder until you finally could hear clearly again. you looked up to ghost who was grabbing your arm and yelling your name. his other hand held his shotgun, extended as he pulled it, and shot a bandit in the chest, knocking him off his horse. 

“focus!” he shouted. you nodded and locked eyes. 

“i’m okay,” you said. you knew the bullet must have hit skin, or you wouldn’t be bleeding, but it was just a graze. 

“your gun!” he growled. 

you shook your head to come to your senses and pulled your gun from it’s holster. ghost’s hand left you and you felt a chill run through your arm at the loss. 

you aimed to shoot one of the bandits immediately before he had time to raise his own gun at soap. your eyes moved and you saw john jump off his horse and tackle a man to the ground, knocking him out cold with a few punches. 

soap was aiming up on the hill, taking out a couple of men stationed there. they were waiting for someone stupid enough to come trotting down their trail. you felt like shit for not remembering this crucial bit of information until it was too late. 

you shot another bandit, riding your horse further up the road. you spotted ghost as he shot down a bandit coming at him before loading his gun in no time at all, then shooting the man riding up on gaz’s tail. another man came up from behind him and ghost had his knife in his hand and sliced across the man’s throat before you could even blink. 

you were no stranger to violence, but these men were cold-blooded killers, you’d be stupid to not feel a trace of formidable fear run up your spine. 

the gunshots slowly simmered down and the five of you found yourselves coming back together. you slid off your horse as the others did. “jesus,” gaz mumbled, his breathing slightly heavy. 

ghost flung himself off his horse and stormed up to you, grabbing your arm like he did earlier, and turning you to him. 

“what–?”

his gloved hand came up to your jaw and turned your head so he could see the drying blood that coated your ear. “fuckin’ hell. you coulda been killed.”

“yes, thank you. so glad i have you to point that out,” you snarled. 

john, soap, and gaz were busy talking, likely going over the group's next course of actions, and paid no mind to you and ghost as he hissed at you. 

“what's your problem with me?”

ghost released you and took a step back. “what’s my problem with you?” it was just now that you could really hear his accent. he wasn’t from around here, that was for sure. 

you nodded. 

“not keen on having to babysit.”

your eyes blared with heat, your fists clenching. “fuckin’ hell! you barely know me! i’ve done nothing that says i’m not up for this,” you gestured around you, “so i got shot unexpectedly, i hardly think that's my fault.”

he just stared at you, which honestly, frustrated you even more. 

“you ever take that stupid thing off?” you asked, referring to his mask. god, you were proving him right–you were acting like a baby.

“why? you wanna know what's underneath?”

his husky voice made your chest flutter. there was something about the combination of his terrifying appearance, his deep voice, and the way he seemed utterly concerned for your safety. it was doing things to your insides that you didn’t appreciate. 

he leaned in closer. “does it unsettle you, pet?” he asked, referring to his mask. 

frankly, it did. his entire body was covered from head to toe. the only bit of him you saw was his eyes, and even those were darkened with charcoal. maybe you were stupid to trust these men. it was just hitting you now that you were with a group of insanely skilled men. alone . 

it was as if ghost could read the sudden hesitation and regret that filled your features. his voice was low as he spoke. “we won’t hurt ya.” you swallowed hard. you should leave while it’s still daylight. “ not unless you ask. ”

your jaw would have fallen slack if you weren’t wound up so tight from ghost standing so close. he slid past you and you turned, starstruck, forcing your feet to move so you were standing in a circle with the men. 

“we’re only a few miles out from town. and clearly, we’re at a disadvantage,” john spoke. “we should split up and surround the town, figure out if hassan is there. and locate his base. it’s our best bet.”

soap and gaz nodded. 

“good,” john said in response to the agreement for his plan. “i’ll flank west. soap you go right. gaz you can take the southern part of town. ghost, north.”

you looked up at john expectantly. he went to open his mouth–to invite you to tag along with him you assumed–but ghost beat him to it. “she’ll come with me.” it wasn’t a question. and you hated that it sparked something inside you. 

john nodded. “we got a few more hours of daylight left. let's go. we’ll convene in the center of town.”

you trailed behind ghost on your horse. you two had gone off the road and were currently riding over the rough terrain of the surrounding woods. the sun was slowly setting and you found it hard to see your footing with all the shadows the trees cast. 

“so what’d you want with this guy anyways?” you asked ghost, breaking the silence. 

“he’s the enemy,” he said flatly. 

you rolled your eyes. “yeah. i get that. but why exactly are you–”

he cut you off with a single finger to his lips, his eyes gesturing in front of him. you immediately went silent, slowly reaching for your gun. 

you both paused on your horses, sitting still, listening. you felt your heartbeat racing in your chest. 

that's when you saw movement in the distance. “ghost! behind you–”

your warning was muffled as a hand wrapped around your face, covering your mouth, and yanking you off your horse. you slashed back and forth, trying to fight off whoever had you in their grip. 

you kicked backward, hitting them in the knee, and they finally dropped you to the ground. “fuckin’ bitch!”

you spun around, stumbling to your feet and grabbing your gun out of its holster. it was just one guy. you could take him. 

as you raised your gun, another man appeared beside him. your eyes widened. okay, this was going to be harder than you thought. 

“i wouldn’t do that if i was you,” the other man said. 

you gulped. before you could fully raise your hand, a third man knocked the gun from your hand and twisted your arm, holding you against him. “you don’t like to listen, do ya?”

you showed your teeth as you struggled against him. you kicked and squirmed as you felt the air begin to slip from you. 

suddenly, the man around you went slack, his arm falling, and hot liquid trailed your back. you turned and watched the man sink to the ground, grabbing at the slit in his throat. behind him towered ghost. 

he had blood on his mask and he was breathing so rapidly you could see his chest moving up and down under all his layers. 

you didn’t have long to take him in before he pushed you aside and began fighting the other two men. you scanned behind you and saw two other bodies sprawled on the rocky ground. he had already taken down three men. your eyes widened. 

“go!” he shouted at you. in the quick second he was distracted, one of the bandits managed to get a swing in and hit ghost right under his jaw. 

you mustered the courage inside yourself and you sprinted at the three men. you jumped on one of them, flying to the ground with him, landing atop him. his hand reached out and wrapped around your neck but you were faster. your knife was already plowing into the side of his skull. his hand fell loosely to his side.

you huffed as you climbed off of him. ghost’s hands struggled but he managed to get them on the man’s head that he was fighting and in a quick and sharp twist, he broke his neck. 

you gasped slightly, the air falling silent around you two. his hands were clenched at his side as you both stared at one another among the carnage. 

“i told you to go.”

“and i didn’t want to,” you responded. how was he going to be mad that you helped him?

you huffed and bent over to rip the knife from the man’s skull and slid it back into its sheath. as you stood straight, ghost was pushing you against a tree. you yelped as he pinned you back. 

“these aren’t just normal men,” he growled. 

you searched his eyes. you hoped he couldn’t hear your heart racing. “we handled it, didn’t we?”

ghost shook his head in annoyance, his body still entraping yours. “and if we hadn’t? if you had gotten yourself killed?”

you gave him an exacerbated look. “then i’d be dead. i don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

ghost pushed away from you and began walking back to his horse. “i want you to tell me you’ll listen next time i tell you to go.”

you hesitated before you found your way back to your own steed. “why do you care so much?” you had come along to help. and that’s what you planned on doing. ghost wasn’t the boss of you. 

he didn’t respond and you rode the rest of the way in silence.

it didn't take much longer to get into town. and it took an even shorter amount of time to find out hassan wasn’t here. you and the rest of the men met up in the middle of town, just like john had told you. 

“y’all run into trouble?” he asked you and ghost, noticing the blood on both of your clothes. 

“nothin’ we couldn’t handle,” you answered. 

john’s gaze met ghost’s momentarily and he smirked. john could tell you were driving ghost crazy, just from your short interactions. he liked that someone was getting this reaction from him. it felt like so long since he had seen ghost have any sort of emotional response. 

“think we should camp here for the night,” john added. 

the five of you went into the town’s saloon and the men went straight to the bar. drinks were ordered and you shifted uncomfortably, playing with the glass of whiskey in your hand. 

two women dressed in silky gowns, the cut of their dresses low and tight enough to expose their chests, strolled up to your group. “haven’t seen you boys before,” the blonde one said. you were in saloons enough to recognize prostitutes when you saw them. 

“just passin’ through,” gaz spoke. the ladies smiled and one of their hands came out and traced along gaz’s collar. 

“you look like you could use a little pick me up,” she said sweetly. 

you saw where this was going and you felt yourself grow uncomfortable. “i think i’m gonna go to my room,” you mumbled. john saluted you off, his attention going back to soap as they talked. one of the girls made her way to ghost and you hated that a pang of jealousy coursed through you as she sat on his lap. 

his eyes flickered to you as the woman whispered in his ear. the saloon was filled with a cacophony of noise, music playing loudly, and the sound of the girls giggling. no one but ghost had even paid attention to you leaving. and you really couldn’t hold it against any of them. you barely knew them. you weren’t friends yet. 

you felt your breath hitch as the woman reached her hand out to trace ghost’s mask, his hand catching her wrist. you wanted to turn to finish going up the stairs but your eyes were locked in challenge with his. 

he nudged the girl off his lap and she huffed slightly before turning her attention to soap. your face felt inflamed as you turned and went up the stairs, slipping off into one of the rooms the lot of you had paid for. 

why were you so attracted to ghost? he was intimidating, scary even. and you had no idea what he looked like. not even his hands or neck.

you sighed as you cleaned up, stripping your clothes down into your undergarments, washing the stain from your jacket, and hanging it against the wooden bedframe to dry. 

the room was small but comfortable. you let your hair down and washed your face with the bucket of water. you wore your undershirt and underwear, everything else was either drying or removed so you could sleep comfortably. 

you were ready to slip into bed when you hear footsteps stumbling past your room. you wondered if it was one of the men. you heard a woman’s voice and that same, uncomfortable feeling squeezed your chest. maybe it was ghost bringing one of the women back to his room. 

you walked to your door and your hand hovered over the doorknob. you wanted to peek out, just to see. to see if it was ghost, or one of the others from downstairs. you were being crazy, you knew it. but you pulled the door open ever so slightly and peered out. you jumped, a loud yelp escaping you as a large ghost stood in your doorway. 

he deftly pushed your door open and made his way inside your small room. he kicked it closed behind him, his eyes trailing your exposed body shadowed by the small glow of the few candles by your bedside. 

“ghost,” you breathed, unsure of what else to say. you could smell whiskey on him as he walked closer. you looked up at him, his eyes piercing your own. his mask still had blood on it. and the way the shadows of the room illuminated and hid his features was haunting.

“were you jealous?” he said. 

you were taken aback but his question. you almost laughed. what on earth was happening? ghost just barged inside your room and was asking if you were jealous. of what? the woman on his lap earlier? why would he think that? 

“did you hear a woman outside your door and open it to see if it was me who was bedding one of the whores?”

your mouth hung open at his forward words. that was one thing you came to know about ghost: he said whatever the fuck he was thinking. 

“i… i…” you stuttered. 

ghost spun you around, slamming you against the wall, one hand coming out beside your head, the other on your hip. you were startled, unsure of what to say or do. ghost’s hand on your hip slid down to the apex of your thighs, slowly slipping between them and pressing against you. you gasped. 

“tell me. were. you. jealous? ”

you swallowed hard before nodding. “y-yes.”

you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he hummed. he rubbed you a few times over your underwear before backing away slightly and removing his gloves. your marvled at his hands before they were lost between your legs again. 

he slipped one into your panties and circled your clit. your hands finally came out and grabbed onto his shoulders, small little noises escaping you. 

“mhmmm,” he hummed, “already so wet for me, pet.” one of his fingers slid inside your heat painfully slow and your eyes rolled back. he pumped his finger a few times before pulling out of you. your eyes focused back on him as he nudged his mask up and slid his finger into his mouth. you could see the stubble on his chin and the soft pink of his lips. 

when he pulled his finger out, he spoke. “still want to see what i look like?” he teased. 

you nodded. he didn't move, waiting for you to take initiative. your hands crept up and you peeled his mask off–the cloth covering and the hard red skull. you tossed it onto the floor and were faced with a beautiful man. he was both rugged and pretty. it almost hurt to look at him. 

he had a scar running below his eye and one slicing his upper lip. his eyes were smoked out in black that smudged his skin and ran down his face from sweat. his hair was surprisingly light and soft looking. you couldn’t help yourself as you ran your hand up the back of his head and into his hair. 

you didn’t say it, but ghost could see the way you were taking his features in. you were pleased. pleasantly surprised. 

his lips came down on yours, crushing against you and pushing you flat against the wall. his mouth moved in sync with yours, making you groan against him. his hand slid into your hair and grabbed it, pulling your head back to expose your neck to him. he began to place kisses there and you felt your legs squeeze together. 

“never wanted anyone so bad in my life,” he grumbled against your skin. you felt your heart race at the confession. it made your head dizzy to think this terrifying killer wanted you . he wanted you so bad he couldn’t help himself. he was so set on you that he didn’t give a shit how many women came onto him downstairs at the bar. he just wanted to get up to your room and throw you against the wall. no stranger had even consumed his thoughts like this.

his rough hand ran up your front and grabbed the hem of your loose undershirt before pulling it off your body. he stood back and looked at you, licking his lips. 

before you had time to feel self-conscious, his mouth was diving for your chest and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. you let out a breathless moan, your hands running through his hair. his hands slid to your ass and squeezed, pulling your hips against him. you could feel him tenting through his pants. 

before you could even think, he was on his knees, yanking your underwear all the way down your legs. you felt a weird sense of excitement course through you seeing him still fully dressed, knelt before you, while you were completely naked. 

he grabbed one of your legs and pulled it so you bent it over his shoulder. then his face was pleasantly nestled between your thighs. he sucked and licked at you and you threw your head back against the wall in a cry. “g-god.”

you could feel him smile against you. his stubble tickled you as his tongue moved in and out of you, then traced you up and down, before repeating the actions. you actually felt like you couldn’t breathe. and when two of his fingers came up to slide inside you while his mouth worked your clit, you felt your chest tighten and a hot flutter pool at the base of your spine. 

“lemme hear you,” he grunted. you panted and moaned as he continued to work his mouth against you. it didn’t take long before you were shaking and crying out. your hands gripped the wall behind you, your nails digging into the wood. 

ghost worked you through your orgasm, lapping every drop of you up until you were begging him to stop. 

you didn’t have a real chance to catch your breath and really take in what was happening because ghost was shoving you down onto your knees before him. he was undoing his belt, his lips glistening. you hesitantly reached up and replaced his hands. he let you take over and you unbuttoned and unzipped his dark trousers, releasing his cock from its restraints.

you swallowed at his size, your eyes widening slightly. you heard ghost chuckle above you. annoyed that he was somehow getting satisfaction out of your surprise and tentativeness, you took him in your mouth without warning. ghost’s chuckle turned into a choked groan. 

you bobbed up and down, not taking your time at all, your hand coming up to wrap around the base of him to move in sync with your mouth. you could hear him panting as you slid your tongue up and down, swirling it around the tip before sinking him back deep inside of you. 

he swore under his breath as you pumped him a few times, kissing the tip of his cock already leaking with precum. when you took him in your mouth again, his hand fisted your hair and his hips swung forward, rutting himself into you. 

you braced a hand against his thigh as he took control, moving in and out of your mouth at a faster speed than you were taking him moments ago. he hit the back of your throat and you swallowed so you wouldn’t choke and his head flew back and he moaned uncontrollably. 

you coughed and tried to catch your breath as he pulled out of you. tears were running down your face and you wiped your mouth. his fingers slid under your chin and tilted your head up towards him. 

“you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, pet.” his thumb traced your bottom lip as he studied you, face flushed and glowing, tears making your eyes sparkle, your lips swollen and red, sat back on your haunches as you looked up. you were a marvel. 

he pulled you up and pushed you onto your bed. you watched as he crawled on top of you. your hands slid to his shirt and vest and you began to unbutton them. “want this off,” you muttered. 

his eyes searched yours for a moment, hesitating before he did what you wanted and stripped his top bare. it was hard to see in the dim light but you could tell he had scarring along his chest and back. you wondered if he was somehow ashamed or embarrassed by them and that’s why he contemplated removing his shirt or not. 

he settled back between your legs and you traced one of the scars on his shoulders before looking up at him. he was already looking at you, his eyes boring into your own. “how’d you get this?” you asked. 

he tilted his head, his hand brushing the side of your hair then cupping your cheek. “bounty hunting.” you looked at him expectantly. “he had me pinned down, tried to slit my throat. i kicked him from underneath and it made him miss. still hurt like a bitch though,” he said with a bit of faux mirth. 

you pulled him down to kiss you, his lips moving softer against you than earlier, gentle, but still just as hungry. 

he rolled his hips against you and you both groaned. “i need to fuck you so bad,” he said against your mouth. 

“so do it then.”

his eyes flared as he pulled back and looked at you. his hands shuffled his pants the rest of the way off and he lined himself up with your entrance. your hands wrapped around his back as he began to ease his way into you. 

you squeezed your eyes shut as he edged further in. he paused when he saw you. “am i hurting you?”

you shook your head. “no. keep going.” he gave you a questioning look, not sure if you were lying or not before he pushed all the way in. you both gasped as he sank as far as he could go. 

you both panted, trying to catch your breaths as he let you adjust to his size. he tested the waters by pulling out a little bit and pushing back in. he groaned deep in his chest as you spasmed around him, unused to someone of his size. 

“fuckin’ hell,” he said to himself. he knew he wasn’t going to last long. but fuck, he wanted to get you off at least one more time. 

he began to thrust in and out of you, doing a little more each time until he was almost pulling all the way out before thrusting back against your hips. 

the pain subsided and all you felt was ripples of pleasure as he moved inside of you. your nails dug into his back, your legs hooking around him and urging him to go faster. 

“you feel so good,” he mumbled against your neck. you mewled and threw your head back against the mattress as he relentlessly pounded into you, going rather hard now that you seemed to take him okay. the wooden bedframe crashed against the wall, thumping with the beat of his hips, but neither of you had it in you to care.

he picked up speed and you gasped, “ah!”

he stopped moving. “shit, did i hurt you?”

“no, no! keep going. move! fuck, please,” you said desperately. ghost chuckled before moving again, hitting you deep with each thrust. 

his smile quickly faded as he tried to stop himself from finishing too early. his hand slid between your bodies and began to rub your clit. your legs went outwards, letting him get you even deeper, and your walls spasmed around his cock. you felt yourself getting close. 

you were muttering all kinds of obscenities under your breath and ghost was growling and panting as he rutted against you. “you feel–fuck–so much better than i thought.”

your fingers ran through his hair and he kissed you again. “fuck, ghost,” you moaned. 

“simon.” you opened your eyes to look at him. “my name is simon.”

your eyes never left his as you whispered his name, the ‘n’ of it raising in octave as he thrusted into you. your eyes began to flutter again but one of his hands grabbed your jaw. “keep your eyes on me,” he demanded. 

his dark eyes were intoxicating as they glowed in the candlelight, the dark makeup around them making them that much more captivating. his hair was disheveled from all the times your fingers ran through it. you were certain you had never seen anyone so handsome. 

“i’m gonna come,” he growled. your breath picked up speed and your mouth hung open in breathy pants and little moans. 

“come in me,” you pleaded. before he could even respond, your soft voice saying something so obscene had him tumbling over the edge. his finger on your clit kept moving as he spurted inside you. 

you felt your legs shake and your walls clench down on him, dragging out his orgasm as he made sounds like he was in pain. 

you kept your eyes locked on him as you cried out, though you found it a difficult task. you felt his warmth fill you as you shuttered around his cock. he continued to thrust through both of your highs, a guttural groan escaping him each time your hips connected. 

when you both seemed to settle down, your highs coming to a blissful end, he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck, breathing you in. 

your hands traced absentmindedly up and down his arm as he pressed himself against you. a few minutes later he rolled over and slid out of you, white seeping out and onto the sheets. he gave you a satisfied grin as he looked between your legs. you felt oddly shy.

he laid back into your pillow and pulled you against him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. you still couldn’t fathom the fact that this man who seemed to hate you for no reason was actually extremely attracted to you and just ravished the fuck out of you. and he was far kinder in bed than you would have imagined. 

you liked the feeling of security as he possessively held you to him, his hand in your hair. 

you tilted your head up to him. “you might want to go back to your room,” you muttered. 

“why?”

you felt your face heat. “we probably don’t want the others to find out…” this was a whole new type of situation for you, and you weren’t sure you wanted the whole group to know you and ghost just fucked, only hours after meeting one another. 

he laughed. “i think they already know, pet. we weren’t exactly quiet.”

“oh my god,” you said in mortification, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

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[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT GUNSLINGER SIMON MEETING YOU AS HE PASS BY.

cw: fluff, comfort, sugesstive, kind of established relationship, groping, teasing, playful banters, kissing, dirty talk, marking, lot of intimacy, boner, pet names, brief mentions of female and male anatomy, could be posessive behavior, hints on sex, simon is filthy. pairing: cowboy simon ghost riley x fem reader

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

thinking about gunslinger!simon — he meets you at the store, riding through town on a powerful black stallion to cross the road, and maybe buy a few things, if the sharp gaze of his dark bottomless eyes hadn't caught on your silhouette in a small grocery store, well, seems like he would definitely linger a little longer there, spent a night, even.

you've gone out to buy some small grocery shopping and maybe treat yourself to some pastries, but all your plans go down the drain when the wooden door of the store opens with a bell ringing above it and a cunning, smug bright red skull shaped mask walks in, carrying the identity of its owner, Ghost, whom you know as Simon.

— «ah, see who the horse has brought — eek!» you're in a hurry to notice sharply, but you don't have time to anticipate how quickly he'll cross the line from the door to you, letting you only feel the hurried touch of rough leather gloves over the curve of your waist, clad in the fabric of your dress, before he reaches out and squeezes your rounded ass, ripping out a high squeak out between your lips which he swallows hastily.

he turns you around to pin your back against the shelves of canned food and other goods, blocking the view of surprised eyes of another folks towards both of you, as he casually lifts his mask to his nose to slot his dry, tobacco scented lips to yours, licking inside your warm mouth with fervor of hungry mutt, intertwining his warm tongue with yours for just a fleeting moment before letting go of you.

simon pulls away from your lips just slightly, letting your breath blend together and his teeth pass against your lower lip in a playful bite, as you curl your dainty hand against his dark vest, shooting him a glare as your another hand grip a shopping basket stronger, your tongue slips between puffy lips to lick them, while your gaze focus on simon's sly squint of eyes and his wide grin that he hides behind his mask, and you spat stricktly — “and what this was about? that's how you say hello now?„

simon is amused by your play of the strict, spoiled girl, cause he sees how your eyes flutter shyly during a kiss before closing, and how you sigh into his mouth very quietly, only for him to hear, so he allows you to behave in this way, and in return he demands nothing more than a submission, even when he hoists you by the waist and carries to the exit, forcing you to hurriedly put the basket on the wooden shelf of the store and grab his biceps, pulling, demanding to designate his actions with at least a word, and he chuckles hoarsely — “jus' taking what's mine, can'' i, dovie?„

that makes you huff, «taking what's his» he says, in the meantime preventing you from shopping and doing whatever he pleases to you in public, you have long since lost all shame in his company, so that the words and looks of the townspeople do not mean much to you, but you allow yourself to let him know how displeased you are with his actions, frowning and pouting your lips, adding meekly — “and don't let me shop properly so i'll have what to eat, huh? very kind of you, Sir Ghost„

he visibly rolls his eyes, resembling boiled caramel in the sunset light, before glancing at your frowning brows and the way you pout your swollen from his kiss lips, before his leather covered gloved fingers wrap around your chin and turn your face a little more in his direction, so that simon can press the fabric of his mask into your ear.

— “we can pretty stay here, darling, if you won' me to bend you agains' shop's woll and fuck you for everyone to see?„

of course, the question is nothing more than rhetorical, because you won't agree to this, but it's worth it to see how your eyes widen and round like beads, and your skin definitely flushes, you can't utter a word, your lips parting silly like one of a fish, while simon takes advantage of this moment to put you on his horse before untie it from the rope, and climb in after you, sitting comfortably behind your back.

a position that allows him to grab your hips to pull you closer to him, making the softness of your ass brush against tenting hardness in his trousers, which pokes in the swell of your ass that is definitely not his revolver.

pleased, simon grabs the reins and tugs them, lightly tapping the sides of his black stallion with his feet, as his chin suddenly touches the curve of your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine.

— “i think i need to leave another one in more visible place, wha' do you think, dove?„ drawls his smoky voice, when he pulls the sleeve of your dress slightly with his chin, looking at the devil's mark, his bite, on your shoulders skin for anyone to see, if it weren't for the clothes behind which it can be hidden, not that he likes it, simon himself would have liked if you had worn it openly.

— “s — shush it„ you mutter, looking at him out of the corner of your vision with a little seriousness, adjusting the sleeve of your dress with slightly trembling fingers before continuing to stare ahead, while his broad muscular chest behind you quiver in a hoarse laugh, as he quietly, meant just for you, adds — “course, darling, i'll save this for later, yeah? sure you would be more talkative in bed, hun„

and he may be right, but it will be for his ears only.

— “when i would be balls deep in this little cunt of yours, birdy„

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[strlingsav]

Ride

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Western AU: You have a run-in with notorious outlaw, Ghost.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Boisterous laughter and loud conversation made it difficult to hear John beside you, though you were hardly listening. You were too preoccupied with surveillance; scanning the crowd for a familiar face- or mask, more appropriately. It seemed most folks had let loose for the evening, but your eyes and ears remained sharp as you peered around the room.

Nightfall had come, cooling the hot sand of the desert and bringing with it the expectation of drunken patrons. Candelabras, oil lamps and a roaring fire tinged the saloon red and camouflaged the smell of cigar smoke. It was the usual for the small town, the only source of entertainment and drinks within a hundred-mile radius.

It'd been a while since you had the privilege of relaxing, even if you were still hyper-vigilant. Your exhaustion came from sleepless nights while on your travels. Unable to let your guard down under the stars, you'd hardly slept in the last few days. Sleeping on buffalo pelts and red dirt; your eyes were weary and tired, though there must've been a look of contemplation in your eyes.

"What's got you quiet?" John asked, leaning in closer. "Worried?"

You looked over at him; in all his drunken relaxation and exhaustion from the day's ride, he still read your expression with ease.

"Not worried," You shook your head once- unconvincingly. "Watching."

"Think you're waitin' for somethin' bad," He joked, elbowing you a bit harshly for your liking.

"Think you're a bit too drunk," You tossed back, watching him grin.

"Loosen up, kid," He scolded. "Only here for the night."

You were about to respond, when the saloon went dead-silent; the clinking of lost coins falling as patrons froze in their footsteps, the low shuffle of chairs while they searched for their pistols- likely dropped carelessly in a drunken stupor. The tune from the piano abruptly stopped, and all heads turned to the swinging parlour doors.

You lifted your gaze and there he was. Ghost.

Your jaw clenched, sitting up straight as you watched him slide in effortlessly, like he was unaware he'd stopped the world for a second. His boots hit the floorboards with heavy thuds, his spurs clanking and spinning with each step. You watched him tip his cowboy hat to the barkeep, who appeared no less than terrified.

"No trouble, alright? Hardly finished cleanin' up from last time," The barkeep said, stern yet wavering.

"No trouble," He nodded, taking a seat at the bar.

Most of the activity had resumed, though more than half of the townsfolk had escaped the moment he stepped inside. You didn't blame them; he was an intimidating man, and his stoic nature left questions and whispers at his back. You perched up further on your seat, eyes locked on the mass of muscle that made himself comfortable on the foolishly small stool.

"Ghost," John hardly whispered- disbelief, fear, a combination of both. It ran a shiver down your spine. "Never thought I'd see him here again."

You remained silent, studying the cowboy as he hunched over the bar and nursed his drink. He peered over his shoulder, finding your prying eyes and staring right back. You swallowed harshly, wondering if he recognized you. If he knew it was you, sitting mere feet from him.

Of course he knew it was you.

"Let's get out o' here before the shite hits," John swallowed the last of his beer, throwing his coat over his shoulders.

"I'll catch up," You nodded.

John was hesitant; he knew well you'd handle your own, stand your ground, but stray bullets have no name and he worried for your life. Ghost's reputation was not one of gentleness and kind deeds- he was an outlaw.

"C'mon," He ushered.

"I'm finishing my drink. I'll catch up, John," You insisted.

He finally conceded, pulling his arm through his sleeve before nodding curtly.

"I'll pay the barkeep and stablehand. I'll come lookin' if I don't see you in the mornin'."

You nodded in response, watching him stride past the masked man, head turned as he investigated. Finally, he disappeared from the saloon, leaving you to your own devices as you sipped your whisky. It wasn't without your appreciation- but unbeknownst to John, you knew Ghost better than anyone.

Your eyes drifted around the room, not noticing him stand from his stool and approach your table until you heard the spurs hit the floor. You lifted your head then, and watched as he pulled the chair out across from you to sit down.

His scent immediately washed over you- gunpowder and rolled cigarettes. The fresh smell of whisky emanated from his lips as he spoke through the black mask over his face. The deep, inviting accent made your body shiver- already planting arousal in your womb without any effort.

"You here on business?" He asked.

"Pleasure," You replied, finishing a gulp.

You feigned relaxation, letting your shoulders fall and your back hit the chair as you leaned further away. This was your game, your routine- you enjoyed the part you played, even if it took an astounding amount of willpower not to climb onto his lap.

"Seems you're in the right place," He said back, raising his head to look at you.

"Thought so," You added. "Wasn't sure when I didn't see your face plastered around town."

You watched the fabric of his mask move- a grin. You smiled softly, smugly.

"Reason for the mask," He responded. "Lucky few get to know my face."

You raised a brow.

"Colour me flattered."

"You interested in a ride, sweetheart?" He asked, thighs spread as he leaned back in his chair.

You swallowed again, this time finishing your drink. Your hand held your chin up as your eyes met his with a glimmer of sadistic enjoyment. He watched your hat tip, and you brushed a stray lock of hair from your face as he stood to his feet.

He lead you upstairs- a room he'd rented for the evening while in search of you. You'd met a handful of times, always finding each other in the chaos of the saloon and ending the evening in whatever bed was available.

Since then, he'd come to terms with the fact that he'd ride to the ends of the earth to find you. The laws he had to break hardly mattered, neither did the "wanted" posters or the townsfolk cowering in fear at his very appearance. None of it mattered as much as finding you. You left him chasing the very hint of you, the smallest pieces he could get his hands on just for the chance of relief.

He risked his freedom every time he strolled into town. It was common knowledge everywhere he went; his previous crimes still kept him labeled as a wanted man. He could've ridden off, started a new life under his true name, but you brought him back every damn time.

"Y'were hard to find," He muttered, his lips haphazardly pressed against your neck.

He'd corralled you against the wall while his fingers worked open the buttons on your breeches. He'd ditched his hat and mask, thrown recklessly on the floor as you danced around each other in an attempt to disrobe.

"Maybe I didn't want you to find me," You answered, your arm wrapping around his head as you pulled him closer.

"Doubt that," He answered as his calloused hand dove beneath your pants, and was welcomed with warmth and wetness. "You like knowin' I'll find you wherever you go, sweetheart."

You grinned, your ego slowly shattering as his fingers teased between your thighs. Warm, calloused fingers slid through your folds, eliciting a jolt when he purposely evaded your clit. You huffed softly, humming amusedly in his ear.

"Nowhere to hide from Ghost," You whispered in his ear, making him groan. "I think you like the chase."

"I do," He grinned against your neck. "But now that I've got you- there ain't nowhere left for you to run."

You shivered as he circled your clit, the softness in his touch a stark contrast to his other hand; an iron-like grip on your waist, keeping you pinned against the wall.

The room itself was quiet and dark, lit by only a few candles and the smell reminiscent of the fire roaring beneath you. You could hardly make out his face in the orange light, but your head turned to meet his gaze, and his lips upturned subtly.

He missed you; most everything about you. Truthfully, you weren't very hard to find. You left every possible clue and trace, in hopes he'd track you down. You never stood a chance against a man like Ghost, anyway. He could practically smell you from the town over.

His cock was pressed against your thigh, a sense of anticipation creeping up your spine. You grasped at his vest and work shirt as he slid two fingers inside you, lips against your neck again as he hid his soft grunts from you.

Long fingers stroked firmly inside you, his thumb caressing the bundle of nerves above. Your knees had weakened, pushing your hips against him in an effort to get closer- to get more.

"Ghost," You muttered softly, hands planted against his chest. He was still nipping and kissing at your neck, still driving his fingers into your pussy. "Get on the bed, cowboy," You said- firmer this time, and it caught his attention.

He pulled away slowly, withdrawing his fingers before placing them in his mouth and sucking softly.

"Beautiful," His lip twitched, removing his holster from his hips while he backed up.

You followed, shrugging off your blouse and stepping out of your breeches while he unbuttoned his work shirt.

Usually, Ghost wasn't one to allow a woman control, but the way you looked riding his cock was enough of an incentive to listen.

He collapsed on the bed, taking hold of your waist as you climbed on top of him, straddling his wide hips and setting your palms on his chest. His eyes were drawn to your chest, then your stomach, then your pussy, where he felt his cock rest between your folds and shifted your hips to feel the slick wetness seeping from your pussy.

"C'mon, then," He grunted, jerking his hips up to earn your attention. "Ride it, love."

You smirked- abiding his pestering by gently coaxing his cock inside you, a slow descent to fullness, earning an airy exhale as you found yourself seated on his hips.

He groaned, aggressive hands guiding your hips back and forth, up and down. He watched as your head fell back, toes curled beneath you while your hips strode forward.

"Ghost," You exhaled again, fingernails digging into the muscle and taught meat of his chest.

He sat up, his hand finding the small of your back, matching your rhythm with short thrusts. His other hand used heavy pressure against your clit, head tilted up while he watched your eyes squeeze shut with pleasure.

Your stomach twisted, pace increasing while you fell deeper and deeper, closing in on your orgasm with ambition. Your hips retreated, desperate to ease the over-stimulation and try to bring yourself back to present, before he tugged you closer and rammed his hips up into you.

"Don't run from me," He chided, eyes face-level with your bouncing tits, he brought one of your erect nipples to his mouth and sucked hard. "Take it, love."

You gasped, your body pushed over the boundary of stubbornness and finally allowing your orgasm to pass through your insides. Your entire body filled with heat, flushing red-hot blood through your womb as your pussy clenched around his cock.

"So good," You managed a whisper, jaw clenching before you sucked in a sharp breath to regain clarity.

"No cunt as good as yours," He grumbled, his hot tongue running across your breasts and circling your nipples. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, your body nearly crumbling in his hands. "Keep goin' sweetheart."

Your laboured breaths spurred him on, leaning against the wall as he sat up to finally kiss you, harsh lips enveloping yours. He sneaked his tongue inside your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

"Y'want it in you?" He asked, nearly breathless.

You nodded, eyes glazed over and too exhausted to answer. He released inside you, muscles tensing and cock twitching as warm spurts of cum coated your walls.

You took a moment to catch your breath, before dismounting and collapsing next to him with a huff.

"You onto the next after this?" He asked.

"Gotta be," You tilted your head to smile softly at him. "Can't stick around for long- people get suspicious."

"Come with me," He said, less of a question and more of a suggestion.

"You wanna run away together?" You asked, grinning.

"I'd turn myself in 'for I let you get away again."

You let out a short chuckle, "Alright, outlaw. Get your rest- we're gone at dawn."

#cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #cod mwii #ghost smut #mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #strlingsavwrites #western AU #western Simon Riley #gunslinger AU #outlaw AU #outlaw Simon Riley

[blingblong55]

You're trouble- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

A/N: I desperately need to ride.....his face

Based on a request:

PLS MOTHER FEED ME WTH GUNSLINGER GHOST WERE TALKING HIM CHASING A FEMALE READER HE USES HIS POWER (EVERYONE IN TOWN IS AFRAID OF HIM) TO FUCK THE NOT SO INNOCENT BANDIT OR OUTLAW READER. SO BASICLY POWER PLAY AND KNIFE PLAY WHERE HE TEARS OUR SKIRT OFF:( AND FUCKS HIS FINGERS INTO US>:) --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, knife!play, power!play, oral!sex, dub-con, rough!sex, gunslinger!Ghost, outlaw!reader ---

You and your people ran the town, that was until a gunslinger came in, desert tension grew, and he killed your men and allies and left you to fight for yourself. It was like the typical cowboy film, except in this one, he had more than malicious intents. As you ran away from his blazing gun, your horse came to a halt, you turned your gaze to the man chasing you, daring him for another move. "Don't you be coming 'ere!" You pointed your gun at him. "Darling don't you know who I am? Those aren't even threats," he chuckles.

He spins his gun in his hand, "Now, come with me I'll make sure to fuck that shit attitude from you." The masked man commanded but you denied his request by spitting on the ground. "Over my dead body, Ghost." He shook his head, what a terrible mistake you made. Two moves were all it took for you to be thrown on his shoulder like some damsel in distress. "Why don't I make you pay for this?" As he rode his horse whilst you sat on his lap tied, the townspeople stayed inside out of fear.

Word got around mean ol'Ghost found a new prey. You made a move, falling on your arse and stood up slowly, the tape broken when you began to run. His lasso, like all men do, swung it in the air, and gave you a taste of what was about to come. "Come 'ere you bitch," the rope perfectly caught you, pulling you back to him like a defenceless prey. "Don't go about breaking my rule, for this is my town now, R/N," he threatened and pulls you back on his lap.

Inside his rusty old home, he tied you to his bed and it'd be clear you were to stay there. The skirt which you wore, ripped from the waist to the hem. The fabric is cut by his trusted knife, "Girls like you deserve to learn lessons," his buckle hitting your bare thighs. "Didn't they tell you I don't take women like you so softly?" A grin on him. A newfound slut he could play with when angry, what a great day for him. He kisses your neck, "Taste so sweet huh," he whispers. You try to push him away but part of you wanted this. You had heard stories of the other women, how much of a good night this man gave, and needed to prove this theory for yourself.

His hands groped your thighs, lips kissing yours and you found yourself kissing him back. What an easy criminal, he thought. Your legs are wide open for him as he moves your panties aside. Thick calloused fingers rubbing your clit, he smirks at your reaction. "So wet already?" he taunts and slaps your clit with his belt. You mewl and he slaps your face, "Keep fucking quiet, slut."

He was gentle with the other women but you were the exception, maybe if he didn't dream of wank off to the thought of you, you wouldn't be in this place. Tears run down your face but he continues to slap you, "Look. At. Me." he gives you one final slap. Your gaze on his as he kneels down and begins to lick your cunt. "I said, fucking cry!" he slaps your cunt, your tears run down as you whimper. He looks at you, "Now you're learning." His deepesy fantasies all being played on you, well some, after all a man like him must save some for marriage.

His belt is now on the floor as he picks up his knife, the handle pushing into your tight cunt. He watches in amusement, you squirm and try to close your legs. He gives you one bite on the tight to which you cried about. Perfect mark for the perfect fuck toy. You clench around the handle, he licks the blood coming off the bite mark and looks up at you. A pouty lip which he loves. "Ghost~" you moan. He doesn't listen, all he does is push the handle further in and then pull it out. The sharp surface leaves small and thin marks on your chest and thighs. "Want to be a good girl?" he says between tongue flickers. to your wet pusssy.

He watches you grind on his tongue, pushes your tummy down and grins on how much that affected you. The thin blood trails were proof he was here and meant to be here. Your hands bruised up from how much you kept moving in the restraints. Your abused clit not being able to handle more, makes you push your pussy onto his face, grinding like you had no other purpose. You watch him beg for you to come, after all only good girls come for him. He kisses, sucks and fingers your clit until you cry from overstimulation.

He lets your juices get him drunk, drinking them like they were water from the gods. Your hips trying to move away from his mouth but not having much of a win. You look at him and he smirks just like the devil he is.

Days after that evening, you grew needy of him for the third time that week. "Darlin' what's the matter?" His voice worried, he had to admit he fell in love with corruption and the outlaw that he kept fucking at every one of her demands. "I miss you, come over~" your voice soft yet filled with seduction. "Darlin' i saw you this morning," he chiuckles over the phone. "Can't we have rounf three already?"

"Better be on your knees when I get there or else," a promise he made you understand ever since that night. "Yes, sir," you respond. "You're nothin' but trouble love. Just like I like 'em." He hangs up

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[fawnpires]

i have this really bad habit of starting new fics but losing motivation mid-writing them, so they just sit in my drafts unfinished with my other numerous unfinished fics… 😭

#𝜗𝜚 — fleur's musings. #desperately need to finish that gunslinger!ghost smut #the most unmotivated person (me)

[enviedear]

nsfw billy headcannons (begging with tears in my eyes) 🤲🏽

billy bonney nsfw alphabet

how about an entire alphabet's worth? tbfh i just needed an excuse to do one of these for billy, plus i had a few billy smut hc requests!

request

a = aftercare

billy is sweetheart after. he cleans you up, is nice enough to don his clothes and run outside to the well to bring you clean water to wash off with. he'll be so gentle with the rag along your body, leaving little kisses in its wake. he holds you close afterward, mumbling sleepy sweet nothings into your neck. he's clingy after he fucks you proper, wants to keep you hitched to him. he feels safest and most as ease in this setting, and he tries his hardest to show you just how much it means to him.

"m'pretty girl, you're so perfect."

b = body part

he loves his hands. he's good with them and they don't look half-bad. in honest, he really didn't have a favorite until how long your eyes would linger on them. after that, he's constantly showing them off for you. fiddling his thumbs in your peripheral until you give him your undivided attention or running them along your shoulders until you're whining for him.

"what're you starin' at, honey?" he'd ask, wise grin plastered onto his face. you'd advert your eyes from his, "hush, outlaw."

his favorite innocent body part of yours is your eyes. he'll often compliment them, swear that they're like the stars above. to him, they are. you always look at him with geninue love and he feels undeserving. now, his favorite indecent part of would have to be your breasts. there i said it. he's a boob man. he wouldn't care about what they looked like or the size— he just wants to touch and watch them bounce when you ride him. he's obsessive, always reaching for them when the two of you are alone. and every time he takes you out to ride, his hands will work their way up to your bust.

"hold the reins, sweetheart." billy requests, voice rolling and deep. you furrow your brows, taking the reins, "why? what are—" you don't have to finish your question, feeling the gunslingers' rough hands against the soft flesh of your bosom, "jus' want to hold 'em, honey."

c = cum

billy likes to finish on your stomach. wants to watch just how much he can leak onto you, how well he can paint you with it. i think he gets his fix by seeing how much you can make him cum. you'll look up at him, blissed out and in a hazy afterglow, watching his face contort into pleasure as he releases, spewing his large load onto your tummy.

"see how much you get out o'me? m'good girl."

d = dirty secret

his dirtiest secret is how pitiful he is for you. if anyone knew how much he depends on you, his sweetest comfort, they'd surely use it against him. billy truly wants nothing more than you and a home, living out your days in bliss. he's whiney for you, touchy when you aren't getting the message quick enough. when he finally gets you to bed, arms caging your frame, he's whimpering and praising you for everything under the sun.

the outlaw pushes into you slowly, letting out a treble gasp, "fuck, feels s'fuckin' good sweetheart." you let out a breath, mouth slacking at the sight above you. he buries himself inside of you, whipering as you clench around him in an attempt to adjust. he lets out a longdraw curse, "wanna be inside ya' forever," a shakey breath, "i'll do anything for ya. anything."

e = experience

he's not doing too bad! before you, he had a few nice ladies, but he doesn't know everything or what to say all the time. it gives you the opportunity to be plenty of his firsts, though. he'll mostly take the lead in bed but if you ever try or say something new, he's flushing and flustered.

"you like when i do that?" you ask, staring down at billy, his eyes shut and ghost of a smile on his lips, "hm? let m'hear you, daddy." his brows furros, lips gaping, "sweetheart..." you grin, know you've got him right where you want him, "c'mon, gimme more." you watch his eyes roll back before he lets go, singing your praise and moaning into your ear.

f = favorite position

would you hate if i said cowgirl. he loves watching you on top of him, craves it. getting to see you come undone above him elicits something wild within him. he also loves the lotus, loves the way you grab his shoulder and press your forehead into his. he can't get enough of you and he feels so close to you when you're like that.

g = goofy

billy doesn't mind cracking a saccharine smile during the deed. he likes showing you that you're safe, that this whole exchange is safe. he never wants you to be scared of him. he's too amazed you're not already to ever jeopardize it. he won't be cracking any jokes while you're at it, but he doesn't mind being sweet for you.

h = hair

this is the wild west baby, lover boy's got some hair. he'll try to clean up whenever he can, but it's such a long hassle he usually opts not to. i don't think he'd necessarily be completely wild, but certainly has hair down there.

i = intimacy

so romantic. he just wants you to feel hoe much he loves you, how much you work him, how much he needs you. if he can't get the words out, he'll just show you. he's apt to kiss you everywhere he can, twice over. he'll mummer adorations on your flesh, basking in the entirety of you.

j = jack off

before you, i don't think he got to as much as he wanted. he's been on the run, hungry, and tired, the last thing on his mind is fucking his hand. and then after you, he doesn't really have a need to. if he wants pleasure he'd rather seek you out and wait until you want him.

"need something, billy?" you ask, smiling knowingly the tall man. he sighs, mirroring your own smile, "you, if you'll have me."

k = kink

he loves marking you up with lovebites. can't get enough of it really. he loves seeing the bruises on your pretty skin, a rebellious display of indecency. they're always given with the best intention though, his way of showing you and the world how good you make him feel.

also exhibitionism. not so much because he likes the thrill of getting caught, but because he's wild and isn't above having you outside. a stretch of meadow? he'll lay you down on the earth like you're the most precious thing in the world.

l = location

as he's a man on the run, a warm bed. nothing beats it. sometimes, he'll go for the great expanse of land that is the west, but usually, he wants you in a bed.

m = motivation

anything you do turns him on and keeps him going. he's sincerely obsessed with you. but your touch, with sinful intent or not, makes his brain go to mush. he loves it if you card your fingers through his hair, rub his back, or interlock your fingers with his. you're so beautiful to him, he always gets flustered by your touch. end result being the both of you high of eachother and sweaty.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

hurting you. he can't do it. he doesn't mind things like spanking or orgasm denial, because he never takes it far enough to harm you. his spanks are firm but light, his goal is to build your anticipation and not leave you bawling on his lap. he wants you to feel good, wants to be the reason you feel good, and hurting you like that doesn't give him that pleasure. he's a sweet lover, he'll be rough when it's fitting but never cruel.

o = oral

billy eats you out like a man starved. he's fully in it for you, but the way you sound due to none other than his mouth? that alone has him thrusting into the bed, roused purely by your own delight. he loves it when you want to reciprocate, he'll never turn it down. he loves the way you look with a mouth full of him.

"you taste s'good, sweetheart. want you to cum for me, let m'taste it."

p = pace

billy is mostly slow and rough. he'll fuck into you with deep and meaningful thrusts. he likes drawing out both your pleasures and tries to hold out until you're begging and pleading for him to let you cum. he also always tries to finish after you, he knows it draws out your orgasm and he finds nothing better than for you to feel good for as long as possible.

q = quickie

billy will take whatever you give him. if you want a quickie he'll give you one. i see this being the start of a great many of the times he takes you outside. walking along the road back to your home together and studying his pretty face, you can't help but reach out to him with a mischievous smirk on your face. billy will oblige you, taking you up against some poor ranchers' barn, whispering for you to stay quiet.

"hush, baby. don't want anyone to hear." billy whispers, faint smirk on his lips.

r = risk

being his girl is kind of the riskest part of being with him, but he's game for some risky activities. i could see him handing you his gun laid beside your sweaty bodies, forcing your hand to center the barrel at his temple. you'd be at a loss at first, even more so when he asks you to pull the trigger.

"what?" you gasp, hand going limp. billy doesn't stop his thrusts, "pull the trigger, sweetheart. if i'm to die it'll only be at your hands." you stay silent, stunned by his actions. he straightens your hold, "s'not loaded, honey," he smiles when you huff, bringing his hand down to your bulb, massaging gently, "but i meant what i said. you've got my life in your hands."

s = stamina

billy can definetly go for a while. he'll need quick between rounds, but you'd have to be doing a lot to wear him out. it doesn't help that he has a constant need for you. he'll try to get you to cum in so many different ways before he ever slips in, spending hours on you in complete devotion.

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

did they have easily accessible sex toys in the wild west ??? idk but either way i don't think so. i do see him being very confident (rightfully so) in his own abilities. (not that he'd be against them completely)

u = unfair

billy is always a little bit unfair because he loves to tease. he really doesn't think there's anything better than the way you look deep in the thralls of ecstasy. he'll work you up when he knows the both of you can't act on it, just because he knows it'll have you a complete mess later.

v = volume

billy is pretty vocal, he's not giving you ear-splitting moans, but he is giving you wanton whimpers and needy groans. he's a rambler mostly, prattling nonsense while he slips in and out of you. he talks you through the entire act too (looking at you, anon who sent that into my inbox ur so right) he'll be so quick to tell you you're doing a good job. he also growls when he finishes, teeth barred and eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"thats m'girl, let go, i got'cha."

w = wild card

i think billy would have a secret breeding kink. he'd be pretty resolved not to finish inside you, not until his life is stable he thinks, but he craves it. he wants as many little ones as you'd give him— wants to be a father so long as you're the mother. he just wants life with you, every part, so the idea is in the back of his mind everytime he's buried within you.

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

this man is six and a half, veiny, and with a banana curve. the tip is deep pink and the most sensitive for him.

y = yearning

he has a constant sex drive for you. if you want him, he's yours. he thinks about it at least a few times a doy, he can't help it, you're too good to not think of in his opinion.

z = zzz

billy likes to cuddle and talk before drifting off. he wants to make sure you're okay afterward, but also he just wants to be close to you. mentally and physically. i think he'd get his most peaceful sleep after he takes care of you, satisfied by your enjoyment and lulled further into sleep by your sweet hold.

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[sunsetsimon]

Halloween Party (NSFW)

simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader nsfw

mentions of drinking alcohol, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, a little rough but nothing crazy

his gunslinger skin has had me going crazy recently. totally self indulgent.. my first time writing a full blown smut scenario in like 4 years so cut me some slack if it sucks lmao. AND SORRY ITS LATE I WAS OVERTHINKING IT TOO MUCH.

hope you enjoy!!! - sun

nsfw under the cut. mdni

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simon couldn't believe you managed to drag him to this halloween party hosted by your friends. you knew full well that simon is neither a halloween nor party guy, so this was way out of his comfort zone. but dammit... he wanted to make you happy. he knows you miss out on a lot of things because of his antisocial tendencies, and it made him feel better knowing he'd be there to protect you if anything happened, so he decided to go.

he's dressed in a gunslinger costume, full black dress attire and a red chrome mask. the bottom of his face is exposed, pale scar on his top lip barely visible. his black hat covers his eyes and he keeps his head low, not wanting to draw attention. the fabric hugs his muscles perfectly and your appetite is growing for something that isn't food. the short cape on his coat makes his shoulders broader, somehow making your boyfriend appear even bigger.

he steps to the door first, the music clearly blasting from inside, barely muffled by the thin door. giving you a nod, he opens it and you walk in, holding his hand as you lead him through the crowd.

"hey guys!!" you hear yelled over the music, turning to see your best girl friend, anna, waving at you two. she squeezes her way through the crowd, a huge smile on her face when she sees your matching outfits. simon in his costume, you in a cowgirl one. "you guys look great!" she says excitedly, giving you a quick hug and simon a wave.

simon leaves to make you both a drink while you catch up with your friend. he watches you from across the room, you look so beautiful when you laugh. with your cowgirl costume on, dressed in black shorts and a black vest top to match him, with fishnet tights and red cowgirl boots.

the night flows quickly as you get lost in the music and drinks. you chat with your friends throughout the night but make a point to stay close to simon, knowing he wanted to leave within the first ten minutes of arriving. "come with me," you say, grabbing his gloved hand and pulling him from the corner he got comfortable in.

simon huffs, following you out to the backyard, "what's out 'ere?"

you giggle, tipsy from the alcohol and feeling playful, "this is where the real fun is."

there's only a few stragglers, a couple sitting with their feet in the pool and a small group talking in the opposite corner of the yard.

pulling him to you, you push up his chrome mask to reveal his entire mouth. his lips are a soft pink, bottom one slightly plumper than the top. he hums when you kiss him, tasting the mixed drink you had been nursing for the last 15 minutes. dragging a hand slowly up your back, he holds the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and giving a small tug.

your tongues fight for dominance but you fail when he sucks on your wet muscle, knowing that makes you weak. cupping his growing bulge, lightly massaging him through his dress pants. simon almost growls, pulling away and dragging you to the side of the house for more privacy.

throwing his hat to the ground, he kisses you hungrily, loving the way you moan into the kiss when he gives your fat ass cheek a hard squeeze. your heart is pounding, worried that anyone could turn the corner and see you two. but simon quickly swipes that thought from your mind, trailing wet kisses down your neck and across your throat. his short blonde hair tickles your chin, a small chuckle vibrating through your chest. simon's head is spinning, the desire to be inside of you too strong to wait much longer.

"bite," he orders, holding a gloved finger up to your mouth. you submit easily, teeth grabbing the tip of the fabric as he pulls it off. his bare hand gives a small pat to your cheek, "good girl."

he shoves his hand down your shorts, teasing your swollen clit through your damp panties. he rolls your sweet bud in his fingers, loving the way you mewl, gripping his shoulders hard with want. his mask is lopsided on his face, lips swollen and pink from your bites and sucks.

"f-fuck simon... let's be quick," you whine. you might be tipsy and horny, but that doesn't let you forget that you're in your friend's backyard and anyone could see you right now.

“you rushin’ me, lovie? thought you dragged me out ‘ere cause you wanted to get fucked, yeah?” simon asks, his voice thick with lust. he takes his hand out of your shorts and flips you to face the brick wall, tugging them down just past your ass. quickly working to unbuckle his belt and fetch his cock from his pants, he fucks into you with haste, groaning at the way your tight hole sucks him in.

he drags your hips further from the wall, forcing you to arch your back and lean against it with your arms. the brick scratches your skin, your body jumping with each thrust as he bullies your gummy pussy, loving the way you squeeze him when his huge cock pokes your cervix. reaching around your thigh, he tickles your swollen and aching clit. the cold pad of his fingers adds to your pleasure, mind dizzy as he fucks you expertly.

"gonna cum si-" you cry, but a hand slaps over your mouth. as if anyone could even hear you from the loud music inside. his fingers tighten, lightly squeezing your tiny face when you continue to moan and cry into his hand. hot tears of pleasure stream down your face, the knot in your stomach twisting until it finally snaps.

pussy walls clenching eagerly around him as you cum, begging for his seed. euphoria washes over you in waves, shocks shooting through your entire body, tiny clit burning from his abuse. your legs are weak, knees knocking against each other but simon pulls you back up, refusing to let you fall.

"nng- fuck. 'm so close," he heaves, his nails digging into your hips when he squeezes them hard. your whines and pulsating pussy are all he can focus on, the party a distant memory at this point. with one final push he cums, shooting his load deep into your cunt, holding you back against him to make sure you get every last drop.

"ready?" he asks after a minute and you nod. slowly withdrawing from your pussy, a trail of cum following suit. getting yourselves together, you pull up your soiled panties and shorts, cringing at the cold wetness in your pants.

"i guess we'd better say bye to anna and them," you laugh, "i need a fucking shower."

“let’s get out of ‘ere then,” simon agrees, buckling his belt and grabbing his hat before making his way back inside. he decided he needed to come to halloween parties with you more often.

#.wbm #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #smut

[twola]

Hi there! Saw your request for ideas, maybe smutty ones….what if Arthur and s/o have a bet or challenge for trying to entice the other into sex is a public place? The fear and/or embarrassment of getting caught? Doesn’t matter where-in camp, in an alley in town, in some random person’s barn….can’t keep their hands off each other, yet trying to see how far the other is wiling to go. You can make this a headcannon, one-shot story, or weave it into something else?

Just an idea. No pressure. 😉

Ohh - I kinda did a little twist on this, I hope you still like it!

Barely Hidden

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

There’s a certain thrill with getting away with it. Like robbing an idiot blind or sneaking away right from under the law’s nose. It should be no surprise that outlaws like to live on the edge, always on the verge of getting caught.

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Your nails dig into the bark of the tree as Arthur’s breath ghosts over your neck. His large hands encircle your hips, as he presses his up against yours, breathing heavily, gritting his teeth, trying to keep quiet.

He fists your skirts in one hand, the other spread wide over your back, as you’re bent halfway over, leaning on the tree, his large frame moving behind you.

A soft, quiet moan spills from your lips as he slides his cock in and out of your warmth. His hand moves from your back to cover your mouth.

“Swear, agh, yer tryin’ to get us caught.” He whispers, leaning to plaster his front against your back.

“You’re the one, oh, that couldn’t wait-” You hiss back at him, nudging his hand away from your mouth as you press your hips backward to meet his thrusts.

He rolls his hips against your rear, his breathing getting heavier as he increases the speed of his thrusts. You want to mewl aloud, he’s hitting that spot with every stroke.

“Who’s there?” John calls out into the night from his post of guard duty.

Arthur grunts, jutting hard into your hips in surprise, and before he can slow himself down or collect himself, he’s rapidly jerking his cock from your hips, spurting on the backs of your thighs seemingly without warning.

You gasp, pulling away from him, letting your skirts fall to your ankles as the uncomfortable dribble of his hot spend trails down your thighs. Leaning your back against the tree, you catch your breath, facing him.

“It’s just me, idiot.” Arthur calls into the night, very quickly collecting himself and tucking his still-hard cock into his pants and rebuttoning them. 

“You - you liked that.” You point at his chest, “We almost got caught and you…”

“Hush, woman. We’ve done enough tonight. Back to your tent before someone really catches us.” Arthur pushes you back toward the camp, and in the dark night, you cannot see how deeply he’s blushing.

But you have an idea. A terribly wonderful idea.

-

Several days pass before you have a chance to test your idea. Clemens Point was blessedly spread out along the shores of Flat Iron Lake, with a ridge just north of the camp that served as a place of refuge should someone from the gang want to be alone.

“Hey there, darlin’. What’re you doin out here?”

You squint against the setting sun in the west, placing your hand in front of your face looking up at your gunslinger, as he moseys toward where you sit, at the bottom of the small ridge where the dirt meets the sand.

“Waitin’ for you there, cowboy.” You smile as he stands several steps in front of you, blocking the sun from your eyes.

“Waitin’ for me to what?” Arthur asks, hands on his gunbelt.

You give him a sweet, overly saccharine smile. 

You pull your skirts up, baring your knees, then your thighs…

“What are you doin?” Arthur’s eyes widen as he jerks his head to see where people are mulling about, not fifty feet away in the evening sun, just over the ridge of rock along the shoreline.

“Mmm, nothin.” You sigh, your skirts flicking upward to show him that you forewent bloomers today. A devious smirk crosses your face as you expose your cunt to him, your folds glistening with moisture, already aroused thinking of him taking you in the daylight, just on the outskirts of camp, with everyone awake.

“You goddamn tease.” He grits, narrowing his eyes as he stalks closer to you. You would think he’s angry, but you don’t miss the growing bulge in his pants and how his hand nudges at it to adjust himself.

“Ain’t a tease if I put out for you, love,” You lay back against the stone, opening your legs wider, “Come and get me, Arthur.”

His gunbelt is on the ground in a single step as he starts unbuttoning his pants. Before he sinks to his knees, he gives one last look over the ridge, scanning the gang finishing their dinner and mulling about the campfire before the sun sets.

“Scared of gettin’ caught?”  You ask in a kittenish way, baring your neck as your knees swing open and closed, open and closed, as he gets on his knees a step away from you.

“I think you like that idea, woman.” With one hand, he pulls his cock from his trousers, the other, he grabs your thigh, pulling your body closer to his. 

“Mm, I think you-” You are cut off as you gasp, he presses the head of his cock within you with the practiced ease of being lovers, so intimately familiar with each other’s bodies.

He spreads himself over you, pressing his lips to yours, his days old beard scratching against your chin. You grab at his hat, tossing it to the side, and run your fingers through his short hair as you open your mouth and let his tongue press against yours as he slides completely within you. 

You cant your hips forward, taking him deeper, and a rumble moves up from his throat into your mouth as he starts to thrust his hips into yours, digging his hands into the sandy dirt beneath you.

You moan into his mouth as he moves above you, thrusting hard and fast, and the excitement of it all has you careen headlong into an orgasm that makes your back arch and him grunt in approval.

He retracts his hips just in time, shooting his spend on the ground between your legs, panting, his forehead pressed against yours.

You smirk against his lips as he pants, giggling softly.

“Yer a goddamn minx, woman.”

“Yeah, and you like it.”

-

Arthur knew what you were doing the second he saw that glimmer in your eye. Two could play at this game.

You should have known what this would turn into.

It was turning into a raging, burning fire between the two of you, reigniting passion and neediness like in the beginning of your relationship, when you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

Which is exactly the problem you have now. 

It was just a ride to Rhodes and back. Just to check the mail. But as the moon shone high above Scarlett Meadows, Arthur swings off his horse outside a work barn outside of town, dragging you down before handily hauling your body against him.

“You keep talking like that, woman, I swear, I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna what, cowboy?”

Arthur nearly growls, shoving his mouth against yours and near devouring you whole. He walks you backwards, taking only a moment to unlatch the door to the barn and pushing you inside before closing it behind him.

He grabs your shoulders, manhandling you into a shadowed, empty stall as he presses himself against you, the long line of him hard and ready.

“C’mon, little lady.” He rumbles and a shiver of delight rolls down your spine. 

“Get on the floor. Gonna ride you the way you deserve it.” You pant against him, your hands pressing against the hard muscles of his abdomen, in vain trying move the mountain of him.

Arthur grins like a damn Cheshire cat, moving himself next to a crate and sinking down to his knees as he undoes his gun belt, tossing it next to him as he lays out on the wooden floor. You hike up your skirts as you stand above his hips, to show him, again, that you forwent bloomers.

“Christ, woman.” Arthur’s eyes widen as he desperately shrugs his suspenders down his arms before unbuttoning his trousers and shoving them down his thighs, his heavy, engorged cock bobbing against his stomach.

You lower yourself to your knees, and without pretense or preamble, grasp his cock and guide yourself onto it, sliding down his hard inches until your rear meets his hips. He swears, blinking up to the roof, his hands flying to your waist as you place yours upon the planes of his hard chest, your fingers grasping at the black work shirt he was wearing.

You roll your hips forward, slowly at first, as you grow used to the stretch of him within you, but soon enough, your speed picks up, and he pants, his mouth falling open as you gyrate over his cock.

“Tha’s it, that’s it, come on, ride me-” Arthur groans, thrusting his hips upward against your movements, until, that is, the barn door swings open.

“Whoever’s in here, get the hell out before I shoot ya!” A voice calls out in the stillness, and you hear the racking of a shotgun and heavy footfalls as a man enters the space.

You slap a hand over Arthur’s mouth, as his eyes widen. You try to sit still, splayed over Arthur’s hips, but you can see his eyes flutter and feel his stomach muscles clench against your other hand.

You give him a warning look, and he squeezes his eyes shut, his fingers tightening almost painfully around your waist.

The farmer walks past the stall, the rifle in his hands as he scans the barn. All he would need to do is take one step in your direction and he would find you two behind the crate, Arthur laid out with you atop him, blessedly hidden by your skirts, but it would be obvious what you were doing.

Arthur’s hips jut up and your eyes shoot back to him, about to throttle the damn man, when you see it's a lost cause. With the farmer only a few steps away, Arthur’s eyes cross and you can feel his cock twitch within you, warmth flooding your hips as he spends himself buried in your cunt.

It's everything you are not to moan aloud, and with your free hand, you cover your own mouth as you watch the man unravel beneath you, breathing hard against your palm, his eyes rolling back into his head, his hips giving little pulses upward as he fills you, unable to hold back, utterly and completely wrecked. 

The farmer is still mulling about the barn, and you’re close to yanking one of the revolvers from Arthur’s discarded belt and shooting the man dead so you can continue to ride this man as his convulsing cock finally stills.

Arthur seems to regain some of his wits, but none of his caution, as one of his hands leaves your waist and burrows under your skirt, his thumb pressing right above where he’s buried within you. You jolt as he finds what he’s looking for, that nub of nerve endings that drives you wild.

Your eyes widen as your breathing gets shallow, the damn farmer is still in the barn, and Arthur is hell bent on making you come. If you two get out of this without getting shot, lord, is he going to get it from you.

You grind down on his hand as he feverishly rubs at you, throwing your head back, your hands still covering both of your mouths.

When you fall over that edge, it’s everything you are not to cry out, not to scream his name, not to gasp and moan and cry and tell him you love him as he works you through a shuddering release, his blue eyes locked on you and his head nodding back and forth to spur you on.

You basically collapse over him, his arms wrap tightly around your waist as you try to control your breathing.

The barn door shuts and you give a sigh of relief.

“I cannot believe you, Arthur Morgan.” You scold him, finally removing your hand from over his mouth. You press yourself up on his chest to sit above him.

Arthur pants, a smile crossing his features before he sits up and chases your lips. With him still nestled within your hips, he tangles his hands in your hair as he kisses you with a passion not nearly fazed by coming down from his orgasm. He pulls away only slightly, kissing the underside of your jaw.

“Maybe I do enjoy it.”

#rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x reader #rdr #red dead redemption #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fanfic #red dead smut #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x female reader #twolafic #tumblr prompt #voluptatem

[alkaline-wtr]

MY COD RECOMMENDATIONS

SERIES:

"HE KNOWS" by @sunonyoreface Ghost x fem!reader, angst, smut, (ongoing)

**OBSESSED with this one. It's so damn interesting and beautifully written.

“Body and Soul” by @qwimchii

gunslinger!Ghost x virgin!reader, wild west au, angst, smut, religious!reader, (ongoing)

**First chapter is soooo long but, I was so invested

ONESHOTS/IMAGINES:

**My listed tags are only meant to give a quick idea of what are in the recomended works, I have left the full tag lists and descriptions to the actual posts.

"One Cot" by @sunonyoreface Ghost x captured!reader,softboy!Ghost fluff, imagine

"Coloring Inside The Lines" by @obsolescent Ghost x fem!reader, spoiled!reader, fluff, imagine

"The Necessity Of Saints" by @obsolescent Ghost x fem!reader, singlemom!reader, fluff, imagine

"N/A" by @rodeo-star Ghost x reader, Ghost and reader are married, fluff, minor implications of smut, TEARS, imagine

"N/A" by @oleworldblues Ghost x Price x fem!reader, smut, threesome, pwp, imagine

HEAD-CANNONS:

A jealous!Konig by @roxy-writes Konig x reader, jealous!Konig, smut, head-cannon

A overstimulated!Ghost by @dilfdotgov Ghost x reader, overstimulated!Ghost, smut, head-cannon

A Ghost x male!reader by @marksbear Ghost x male!reader, tattooartist!reader, fluff, head-cannon

A gymrat!Ghost by @sugarbbgrl Ghost x fem!reader, gymrat!Ghost, smut, head-cannon

A sub!Soap x male!reader by @lieutnt Soap x male!reader, sub!Soap x dom!reader smut, head-cannon

Gen-z!reader by @av01d3d Ghost x gen-z!reader, TW reader jokes about suicide, gn!reader, fluff, silly, head-cannon

A Soap x 141 by @forestshadow-wolf Soap x 141, silly, Soap shenanigans, head-cannon

A Ghost head-cannon by @rowarn Ghost x fem!reader, reader wakes up Ghost, smut, head-cannon

OTHER:

**Just other silly posts I found worthy to recommend but don't quite fit the categories

Soap x reader by @av01d3d 141 x reader by @warenai SoapGhost Comic by @astheriiiart Price quote by @cod-dump Incorrect COD quotes by @skylarsblue SoapGhost quote by @warenai gn!Reader by @spidergutz-writes Ghost quote by @forestshadow-wolf 141 quotes by @that-one-country-emo Ghost x Gaz quote by @cod-dump WZ Niki x reader by @that-one-country-emo Ghost x Nurse!Reader by @warenai SoapGhost quote by @cod-dump

Things I've Written

#💚 recs #cod fanfic #cod fluff #cod smut #fanfic #fanfic reccomendation #mdni #✅ recd #cod x reader #cod x female reader #cod x male reader #cod headcanons #cod imagine #mw2 fanfic #cod mw3 #141 x reader #konig x reader #cod x gn!reader #incorrect cod quotes #cod incorrect quotes

[nescaveckwriter]

Wandering Love - Chapter One -🤠💕🐞

Benny Lafitte x Reader (Willow)

A/N: Okayz! So I'm not going to lie, when the beautiful bugsie requested I write something about "dear Benny" I was overly excited, for some reason I'm just always happy to write about him. The bugsie said I could make write whatever, so yeah, I do hope you're going to enjoy this😅...

Side Note: Once again thank you for the love and support🐞💕🥰

Warnings: Drinking, Smoking, Fluff, Tiny bit of Smut, if there's anything else, let me know...💕🐞

Summary: A rugged cowboy, an outlaw if you may, fighting the demons of his past. The only time he felt true joy in his life was the short period he knew his wandering love. But now, he drifts around with Shadow his black stallion, gunslinging through the dessert towns.

Chapter One 🐞

The moonlight danced on the river, tracing golden, lines across the edges, you could see the river from where I lived, old wooden house, with a front porch, consisting of one single wooden rocking chair, half drunken bottle of whisky next to it, as for the ashtray, there weren't anymore space left, the cigarette buds, were just to many. I always sat there, rocking into the night, drinking away my demons, then when its nearly two in the morning I'll take the half drunken 'Jack' with me, go sit on my bed, and drink till I pass out!

But that particular night, something caught my eye, and of course I thought that 'Jack' had some extra kick in it, but turns out my eyes did not betray me.

There it was, the moon was dancing around, something, a woman, bathing in the river. "Hell did that not only happen in the movies? "

I took my old hat, walked down to the water, to see for myself what this woman-child is up to.

The closer I walked the more, the moonlight lit up her alluring beauty, her blonde hair wet and slightly wavy, the length wasn't quite known too me at that point, as the ends where floating in the river.

She was gazing up at the moon and stars, as if it held some kind of magic, we'll that night it did.

All I could see was the outline of her bare skin in the water.

"Howdy miss" his southern voice deep and low.

She squirmed at the sound of my voice, sinking deeper into the river, only revealing her plum lips and button nose, she closed her eyes, and opened it again as if she thought I was a ghost or something.

Her voice shaky but sweet, "Don't come near me mister, I...I... Am not alone."

"Okay City girl, then were is this other person your hiding?" Mocking her

"I'm not from the city," she huffed

"Well, little darling, if you were from here, you'd know there's gators in those waters " he warned

"I'm not your darling, wait! Gators as in Alligator's?" She hissed

"Yes missy" he smirked

She squealed as she ran out of the water, covering the most important parts of her body, hiding behind a big willow tree.

I couldn't help but laugh, the first time in ages.

"Your a jerk, you know that" she scolded

Just her head peeking out behind the tree, wide-eyed she glared

"Hand me my clothes and you better not take a peek" she warned

Glancing over the river bedding, walking towards the clothes, picking up the white summer's dress, striding towards the mysterious city girl, behind the willow tree.

"There you go 'Willow' your garment" handing her the white dress.

She takes it, but then yelps "Spider" letting the dress fly throwing it up in the air, right into the river.

Laughing hard, "Nice one Willow, now what?"

Her sweet voice brittle, "that's just great, I just stay here then"

Mockingly he says "Nice knowing you, hopefully the wolves won't come out tonight"

Terrified she replied "Mister aren't you going to help me?"

"Oh now I'm Mister again?" Clicking his tongue

"I'm sorry about earlier, please help me, she pouts

Removing his shirt, handing it to her "there wear that so long, I'll fish out your dress, we can hang it by the fire"

Her hand shaking, when she takes the shirt! "Thank you"

Wet dress in his hand, feeling her eyes on him, "seeing something you like Willow?" Teasing her

"Uhm no, don't be, crazy" she stutters, her cheeks slightly red

"Well come on now, let me get you by the fire" he suggests

Walking up towards me, then only did I realize how small she is. "Mister, uhmmm..." She stutters

"Speak up little woman-child" his husky voice, makes her tremble

"Your not a psycho are you?" Concern in her voice

"Not more than the average person" he laughs

"I don't think your very funny" she huffed

"I don't care what you think, your the crazy one, swimming or bathing in the river at night" he mocks

Clicking her tongue"I've always wanted to do it, I didn't think there was going to be a creeper close by"

Stopping dead in his tracks, turning to face her, admiring the way his plaid shirt, hugs her curves, "you should decide now, am I creeper or psycho" he smirked

"I'm so sorry Mister" rolling her eyes, adjusting herself so that she faces him, standing her ground, glaring at his delightful lips, scruff beard and sky blue eyes, broad shoulders and bare chest, faded blue denim, and old cowboy boots, thinking damn, he is quite something.

"Its Benny, that's my name, not Mister" his husky voice, is a bit more breathy than he intended.

Smiling "oh hello Benny"

Hearing her say his name, is more than he can take , leaning in placing a deep kiss on her lips.

He suddenly stops, realising that he might be wrong, he pulls back, his husky voice a mere whisper "I'm sorry"

Her voice sounded hoarse and out of breath,  "Kiss me Benny" she demanded,

With out further due, he pulled her closer, he placed his hands on her hips, and his lips brushed over hers, in a deep passionate kiss, sensing the arousal and electricity in their bodies, he picked her up, not once breaking the kiss, he carried her up the porch and into his little rustic home, his hands exploring the velvet skin, his lips tasting her pleasure, the whimpered moans went on till early morning, the two of them devoured each other, over and over, seeing her lay entangled in his bed sheets that was once filled with his scent of sandalwood, musk and bourbon, now drenched in the sweet smell of jasmine.

He just layed there under the bedsheets with her body close to his, skin on skin, admiring her alluring beauty, a soft smile on her lips, when she woke up, looking into his eyes, the sunrise shining through the rugged window, falling across her face, thinking the way the light reflects in her emerald green eyes, he could write  pages of poetry, and it still won't do this beauty any justice.

The pages of his journals are filled with details of how he and 'Willow' the dear woman-child spend their days, a smile crept up his rugged face, its been almost five years, and I still think about her, life has not been easy before I met her, but it sure as hell got a lot harder the day she left, as he rested his head on a sleeping bag, a little fire burning, Shadow his horse roaming around close by, the empty can of beans on one side of him and the bottle of jack still in his hand, his 45' tucked in the holster, replaying the words her sweet voice said "Benny I'm a wanderer, I have to run free, I can't be tamed, if you love me you'll let me go, I'll come back, once I've found what I'm searching" and with a kiss goodbye his city grown willow, got on the train.

Glancing up at the bright stars that fills the dark sky, he ponders where she might be, and with a sigh he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Chapter One Here :)

Chapter Two Here :)

Chapter Three Here :)

Chapter Four Here :)

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[buckrecs]

2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 8

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

masterlist | req masterlist

✨ - fav fics

status - Completed

1. The Winter Ghost by @msmarvelwrites

Bucky x Reader

A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

2. A Moment of Your Time by @stevesbestgirl

Mob!Bucky x Reader

A soulmate AU where the headstrong reader realizes that she’s meant to love the brutal mob boss of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes. She doesn’t want to be a part of organized crime and she doesn’t want to rely on anyone, but how do you ignore your soulmate?

3. Gunslinger by @ghostofskywalker

Mob!Bucky x Bounty Hunter!Reader

The bitter reality was this: you did what you had to do to survive. And if that meant going head to head with the most feared mob boss of the city, so be it.

4. Code Words by @cinebration

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

Bucky crosses paths with someone who reminds him of his time as the Winter Soldier.

5. Bring Him Back by @tokoyamisstuff

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

The Winter Soldier gets triggered and you are the only one who’s able to calm him down. You soon realize that even this part of your boyfriend can be soft and caring…

6. Scars by @tokoyamisstuff ✨

Bucky x Reader

Based on the Soulmate Prompt where whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your Soulmate’s.  

7. lost and found by @dolcezzasfantasy

TVA Agent!Bucky x 40s!Reader

you are arrested for crimes against the sacred timeline, but there is much more to the tva than you could have ever thought possible.

8. Shameless by @unabashedcandymaker

Bucky x Reader

Filled with Angst, just wanna get that out in the open before you start this endeavor.  But it’s also got a lot of smutty goodness, so…tread lightly? Like, mostly smut. Bucky has some serious self-worth issues and Reader is always there for Bucky, in any way he may need her, even if her selflessness is bordering on the line of torturing herself to take care of him, to be anything and everything he needs.

9. You Saved Me by @buckywintersoldierbarnes2017

Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

You find Bucky after the events of ‘Winter Soldier’ have taken place and you help to re-introduce him to the world. Over time you become close and you enter into a relationship. Everything is perfect but on the day you find out you are pregnant with his child Steve Rogers turns up and everything changed.

10. Run Away With Your Footsteps | 2 by @lowkeybxrnes

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

After the events of The Winter Soldier, the reader (an avenger) goes out to find Bucky for Steve. When she finds him, he has his own apartment and trying to live a normal life. He begs her not to tell the captain. She stays to watch over him and they kind of fall in love. Later, Steve finally finds them looking angry because she went MIA.

11. Flowers Bloom by @revengingbarnes

Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. She is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder.

12. Stepping Up by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend ✨

Bucky x Reader

When Steve can’t go with you to your cousin’s wedding, he sends Bucky in his place. What happens when more than one person assume you’re dating?

13. Cuddles & Cocoa by @sparklefics

Bucky x Reader College AU

"I take it you’re here cause you read my letter." & "I'm sitting here, with this stupid pen in my hand, and damn I can't believe you have me writing right now."

14. Not The Time by @notimetoblog

Bucky x Doctor!Reader

After not seeing Bucky Barnes in what felt like forever you find yourself with him in the middle of a chaotic situation. Definitely not the time to reminisce about your past with him.

15. Bucky’s Bistro Dates by @wonderlandmind4 ✨

Bucky x Reader

A Bistro owner is witness to Bucky Barnes bad dates.

16. Premonitions by @beckzorz

Bucky x Reader

On Halloween, your clairvoyant niece leads you straight into Bucky Barnes. It could not have gone worse.

16-2. Premonitions 2 by @/beckzorz

Bucky x Reader

It’s been over a year since you met Bucky, and you couldn’t be happier. If only you could figure out why your precognitive niece is burying you in abstract crayon art…

17. No More Sex! by @alphaabucky

Bucky x Reader

and Bucky have a petty little argument, making you frustrated and ending the argument completely saying “fine! Fine! You know what? No physical contact! No nothing for… for 2 months!!”. For the first week it got hard, but then he started playing cruel, teasing games; and you being you can’t help but play a game of your own.

18. What Happens in Vegas by @bionic-buckyb

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

AU Drab Series.

19. Better by @captainscanadian ✨

Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Dr. James Barnes has it all: a loving family, caring best friends, and a successful career as one of the best heart surgeons in New York. He has everything he ever wanted his whole life… well, almost everything. One thing he never thought he could ever have was Y/N Y/L/N. She may have been a lot of things, but he loved her because she made him better.

20. Forgotten Love by @thundering-barnes

Bucky x Hydra!Reader

You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

21. A Benched Bucky 2 3 4 by @dabblinginmarvel

Bucky x Reader

Due to her health conditions, Bucky is very protective over the girlfriend his team doesn’t know about.

22. All Those Who Wander by @avengerofyourheart

Bucky x Reader Travel AU

After a traumatic injury and honorable discharge from the military, Bucky Barnes finds himself wanting to travel and get lost in some of the most iconic cities of the world. One night he stumbles upon a girl who sparks something inside him and he finds himself following in her footsteps. How far will he go to find her and what will he discover about himself along the way?

23. Some Sunny Day by @tricksters-captain

TFATWS!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.  

24. detectives-in-love by @real-jane

Detective!Bucky x Reader

detective barnes and his partner are the star team at precinct 75. one threat could tear it all apart.

25. Birth of a team by @writingsoftheloser

Bucky x Agent!Reader

When a threat arises into Shield, (Y/n) is called on the case. What happens when she is flanked by none other than Sergeant Barnes?

26. Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan ✨

Writer!Bucky x Artist!Reader

Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate... but she smiles so sweetly and she's endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

27. Mr Hollywood by @buckybabybaby

Actor!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he’s always wanted, and if it wasn’t for you, his best friend, he wouldn’t have been able to take it.

28. Memories by @the-bau-quinjet

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

You were captured by Hydra. What did they do to your memories?

29. Careful Soldier by @wxntersoldiers

40s!Bucky x Reader

bucky is off to war but someone catches his eye just before he leaves

30. Live Wild by @redgillan

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Reader and her friends are in a store when a group of men come to rob the place. Reader finds a hiding place and call the police. Detective James Barnes will help her through this terrifying situation.  

31. Save Me by @espinosaurusrexex ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumbles to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is?

32. i’d never hurt you | 2 by @sunflowersteves

Bucky x Civilian!Reader

you met Bucky in the markets in Bucharest and start dating. What happens when Captain America and the Falcon show up?

33. Unknown Caller by @sagechanoafterdark

Bucky x Reader

You should always answer an Unknown Caller, you never know when it’s important. After a late morning call puts you back on a path you’d long strayed from, you find yourself caught up in old feelings for James Barnes.

34. Summer Plans by @notimetoblog ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Planning a trip with Bucky takes a turn when someone new comes into his life. Will it all change or can you still manage to have the perfect summer you planned?

35. To Make A Soldier Blush by @justreadingfics

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

You’re a new avenger and you have your own mission to accomplish: making Bucky Barnes blush everytime you see him.

36. Run To You by @bestofbucky

Mob!Bucky x Bodyguard!Reader

Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard.

37. the warmth of winter by @captainsimagines

DBF!Bucky x Reader

You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted… for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

37-2. the warmth of the future by @/captainsimagines

It’s been two years since you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, and the holidays are just around the corner. With even more love, more friends, and more family in attendance, you and Bucky fully intend to enjoy these days with as little drama as possible. But that’s not always the case with a relationship like yours, is it?

38. Roses by @wlntrsldler

Bucky x Reader

Bucky tells Y/N he’s the Winter Soldier. The next day, he’s taken by the government and that’s the last Y/N sees of him… until they cross paths again. But what if Bucky doesn’t remember her?

39. i hate you but by @buckybarnesthehotshot ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

40. Words And Paper by @forever-rogue

Bucky x Lawyer!Reader

Y/N is a brilliant young lawyer who was hired by Tony Stark  himself. She didn’t expect half of the things that would happened, but  she was sure glad Bucky happened.  

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[ivysoul]

ugh and when i write gunslinger ghost smut w the cowboy hat rule.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 🫧 ꒰ reign rambles ! ⊹˚. ♡ ꒱ #we ignore the 29 drafts ok we ignore them

[fawnpires]

wrote the most detailed, chef’s-kiss ass sentences for my gunslinger!ghost smut only for the draft to not automatically save…

#𝜗𝜚 — fleur's musings. #i hate this app’s damn autosave feature #this is why we need an option to see the edits you’ve made to drafts #sighhh

[guardkeywolf]

The C.L.A.W.S' Charm

Warning: lots of smut

It had started slow at first.

Task Force 141 was introduced to the C.L.A.W.S by Emma and suggested that they start working together.

Blitz Claw was the leader and General of the team.

Wolf Claw was her Commander.

Emma Claw was her Lieutenant.

Leopode Frostbite was their Engineer.

Headshot Redblood was their Gunslinger, apparently.

And Darken was their Teleportian Wolf.

They were a simple unit and operated like any other.

Only thing was, they were all so damn attractive.

Ghost wasn't expecting to take a liking to the C.L.A.W.S General but she managed to pull him in with strong bait and good looks like it was nothing.

But it wasn't just him who was entranced by their leader, the other members of 141 also found themselves falling hard for Blitz's comrades as well.

Gaz's eyes were filled with hearts every time Leopode turned to face him and began letting his mouth run on and on about new weapon designs or other gadgets he was currently experimenting with at the moment. Gaz sat there, silently content as he watched the Leopardian-Arachnian ramble but deeply in love with him.

Alejandro's heart was slithered into by their Viperin Gunslinger Headshot, or Sloki Redblood, when they first met on the field. The Viperin even spoke fluent Spanish, practically making the Colonel's knee weak. The Los Vaqueros leader became a mess every time he spoke.

Even their Captain had gradually found himself sticking close to Blitz's second in command, and father, Wolf too now. The Full-blooded Ultrian was who Ghost least expected to see anyone with. The man was probably the most serious out of the six when it came to being on and off the field. Seeing how easily Price managed to rope him in made Ghost question his thoughts once more about the Commander.

Everyone already knew about Emma and Soap's love life, so it didn't strike him like the others did.

Blitz, Headshot, Wolf, and Leopode were all very, very, extreme when it came to love. Though they sometimes liked to act clueless, they knew how to wrap each man around their finger with ease, and it showed. Each C.L.A.W. all had their own way of showing it too.

Blitz was very big on touches. The 6'8" White Wolfian had no shame when it came to displaying affection whether in private or in public. She would simply smack his ass, kiss him on the head, whisper lustful things in his ear, or even grope him too, regardless of the setting. But she didn't always have to touch him; just her figure alone sent him spiraling. The toned muscles spoke for themselves within her figure accompanied by the clothing she usually sported to. It was always the sleeveless leather crop top she wore that drove him insane.

He could always see her toned abs and the way they flexed if he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Not only that, but if he got to see her remove her coat while engaged in combat, he'd get to see those powerful arms and built forearms that rocked him to the core.

It was always a sight to see the General fight when he could. Hell, it even made him horny sometimes. While on a mission, he had to pull her into a closet and ask her to fuck the living daylights out of him.

Thankfully, the General gladly obliged to his offer and truly went all out with that 11-inch monster. He can still feel the sting that it left in backside. The woman was ruthless but she knew how to deliver a good fucking and god did she deliver.

He still remembers her telling him to not let her cum spill out and even had a goddamn buttplug on deck. Ghost shook his head at the memory, slowing feeling red creep up his cheeks.

That was General Blitz Claw for you. The Woman with the Unexpected, but that aside, he wasn't the only one to fuck on a mission.

His eyes shifted to Gaz and Leopode sitting in the couch as they conversed about something. As innocent as they looked sitting there, what they did was far from it.

Gaz had forgotten to turn his radio off and the whole team took a second before they realized what was happening and muted their own radios.

Well not all of them did so, Blitz managed to hear the whole thing with that fabulous hearing of her's.

Leopode Frostbite, the engineer of the C.L.A.W.S, was eating out 141's little Brit while on a mission. Ghost never thought he'd live to see the day where he had to hear the sound of two people fucking but it could have been worse.

From what it sounded like, Leopode had one hell of a tounge on him enough to make Gaz's voice reach pitches that shouldn't even be humanly possible. The Leopardian-Arachnian was eating him out like a full course meal and Gaz was nearly on his last legs.

Ghost didn't think Leopode would have such a dominant side but he proved him wrong.

That memory nearly got him aroused as he remembered Blitz doing something similar to him as well. He shift his focus to the Viperin and the Colonel as they played some type of card game Ghost wasn't familiar with.

Headshot was more of a lover than then the other two. More consensual, easy-going, and the opposite of Blitz. He was by far the most charming, especially when he spoke Spanish.

He remembers the Viperin's voice, smooth, sexy, and sinfully monotone as he introduced himself to Alejandro for the first time. Even Ghost nearly fell for him.

"Saludos, diosa celestial. ¿Te importaría darme tu nombre?" Headshot spoke as he tipped his hat to Alejandro.

Ghost watched the Colonel's face glow red as he looked up to met the eyes of the Red Viperin Gunslinger. Though he didn't understand what he said, Alejandro's expression told him enough.

Ghost also recited being shocked when he first saw Headshot like the others. Headshot's lower half, due to his Viperin race, possessed no legs but a long snake body to substitute for them. So Headshot was half naked all the time.

Actually, now that he thought of it, the Viperin also didn't wear anything else but his hat, coat, and belt to holster his gun; so he was practically naked in public no matter where he was.

In Ghost opinion, Alejandro was lucky. Having that access meant they could fuck anywhere, but Headshot proved that wrong when Ghost heard many moans coming from the room futher down that was Alejandro's.

He saw the door slightly cracked and managed to gain a slight peak at the action. The Viperin made it look slightly odd, with a lack of legs, as he effortlessly held Alejandro with his arms and shoved the man down on his cock. He watched him hiss, his tail coiling as well in pleasure as he pushed in the Colonel's tight hole.

Ghost stopped watching from there but heard the rest as Alejandro's screams traveled through the walls. He could only imagine what that snake's toungue was doing to the Colonel.

For an Elite Team of Mercenaries, they sure did know how to give a pleasurable fuck, but Ghost and the 141 weren't complaining.

Now he pondered the thought of when Price and Wolf were caught fucking at the base. Like he said before, he least expected Wolf to actually take part in relationships as a man of few words and professionalism at his forefront. But seeing the way he fucked their Captain while bending him over the counter in the kitchen gave him second thoughts.

That 7'3" Ultrian made their Captain look like a slut with each whorish scream falling from his lips. Each thrust sent Price over the edge as he tried to reach anywhere to grab something for leverage but failed tremendously.

The older Brit cried in pleasure as his prostate was oversimulated by the alien, whines getting louder each second as he was pounded into relentlessly. Wolf showed Price no mercy as he growled out each time he thrusted into him. They both smiled when they finally climaxed together, enjoying each other's warmth as they stayed there for a minute.

Ghost smiled fondly at the thought though.

Having the C.L.A.W.S here was not only a advantage on the field but in their personal lives too.

#the c.l.a.w.s in the codverse #the C.L.A.W.S in COD #cod modren warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john mctavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #alejandro vargas #guard key's c.l.a.w.s #Blitz Claw #Emma Claw #wolf claw #wolf claw x captain price #headshot redblood #leopode frostbite #darken the teleportian wolf #my ocs

[safarigirlsp]

Ghost Town

Ghost Town

Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 14k

AO3 Link

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Alcohol. Graphic Violence. Gun Violence. Lots of Violence. Horror Themes. Possession Themes. Supernatural Themes. Shameless References to The Shining. This is a Darker take on Flip than I usually write, but it’s Halloween!

Authors Note: This is based on a combination of a few requests for something spooky along the lines of The Shining and Se7en!

A light snow fell from the October sky. It was an odd trick out in the west, that snow could be falling even when the blue sky peeked through the clouds and the sun shone brightly in your eyes.

This was the first winter that you and your new husband would spend in your new cabin on your new ranch near the booming town of Glenwood Springs, Colorado.

Your husband thought it would be just the right place for the two of you to marry and settle in to begin your life together. A fresh start from the life he had left behind in Dodge City, Kansas. And a fresh start away from the outlaws he had gunned down and imprisoned during his time as Sheriff. He was now a U.S. Marshal. Higher stakes with higher pay.

It was still hard for you to believe that you were now married to the man of your dreams. That you had captured the heart of the fearsome man who had more stars in his eyes when he looked at you than shimmered in the night sky.

Turning your face up toward the sky, you watched as the large fluffy snowflakes drifted lazily toward the ground. Your parasol shielded your face from the delicate snow.

Holding the hem of your buttercup yellow dress in one hand so as not to become soiled, you hurriedly walked across the dirt street. It was a busy morning, teeming with men on horses and women in bustles.

The Deadliest Hand in the West held yours gently, softly, sweetly, thick fingers interlaced with yours. The hand brought yours up to its owner’s lips to be met with an adoring kiss to the back of your hand as you approached the stagecoach station.

Entering the station, your eyes immediately flew to the walls. Advertisements and fliers were tacked intermittently across the weathered wood, a wallpaper of sketched grimaces. One section of the wall was dedicated to wanted posters. Your eyes paused on one that offered a reward of $5,000 for Jesse or Frank James.

Theirs was the only poster on the wall that still advertised an open bounty. All the others had large red X’s drawn across the posters. Bounty filled.

You knew all too well whose gun had filled the legion of bounties, as did almost every citizen from Colorado to Kansas to Wyoming.

The Deadliest Hand in the West. A nickname well earned, forged from the blood of countless outlaws who met their deaths from the shot of a perfectly aimed bullet or the blow from an iron fist.

The same man who had filled the bounties and countless more looked down at you with a smirk, winking at you rakishly. Shaking your head fondly at him, you reached to his collar, pulling his smart mouth down for a kiss. His goatee tickled you when his lips met yours, soft and passionate.

Your hand moved to his cheek when he deepened your kiss, parting his lips against yours, in a display far too lewd for the public setting. Not that you minded. Your fingers caressed his cheek and jaw, trailing down his neck to tease along the top of his collar.

Pulling back, you admired him. He was a dangerously handsome man with a wicked gleam in his whiskey-toned eyes, a proud arch to his nose, bearing a wolfish grin.

Rumors about Marshal Zimmerman were legion. How he had hunted down murderers and train robbers. How he had gunned down an entire gang of outlaws on a weeks’ long bounty hunt with a beautiful woman in tow. How he had charged men on horseback, outnumbered, and made it out alive and unscathed. Some rumors were too fantastical to be believed. You knew even the most incredible of them to be true.

There was also a rumor that the beastly gunslinger traveled in the company of an exceptionally beautiful women. You especially enjoyed that rumor.

Studying the posters himself brought a sideways grin to Flip’s lips. It was a source of pride to him that he had collected so many bounties, brought so many outlaws to justice, during his long career. Earning the nickname of The Deadliest Hand in the West took many years and many bodies.

Setting down the two large bags of luggage that Flip had been carrying in his free hand, he approached the ticket counter. Smiling down at you fondly, he purchased two tickets to Cody, Wyoming.

Wanting to do something extra special for you, he decided to take you on the stage all the way to Cody for a belated honeymoon in one of the most beautiful locations in the country. Even the stagecoach itself was for you. Flip certainly had no use for being stuck in an enclosed receptacle as he was hauled across the country. And although he knew perfectly well that you could outride most men, he also knew that it would be a treat for you to be able to wear fancy dresses and be pampered.

Walking back to you, Flip almost tripped over a small boy who had run into the station. He was awkwardly handing out pamphlets, no doubt a proxy for an unseen employer.

Shakily, the boy offered one to Flip. He was genuinely trying to be on good behavior for you because Flip took it from the boy with only a moderate scowl.

The boy bounded from Flip to you. Politely accepting the pamphlet, you turned it over in your hands as the boy ran on to other patrons and Flip strode back to your side.

The Seven Deadly Sins and Your Path to Heaven.

Returning to his place beside you, Flip placed his deadly hand at the small of your back, stroking you gently.

Outside, you could see the stagecoach approach. Its driver and the man riding shotgun talked jovially to one another.

When the stage was ready to load, Flip saw to it that the two of you were the first passengers to step inside, securing the best seats.

Flip held your hand as you boarded the coach, ensuring the train of your dress made it safely inside as well. Entering after you, he crammed his huge body into the corner seat. Resting one large arm along the back of the seat, he beckoned you to sidle up next to him.

Leaning against Flip’s side, you watched as the other passengers boarded the stage.

There was one other couple. A slender, nicely dressed brunette man with a mustache, a pale complexion, and conventionally handsome features boarded with a homely brunette woman.

The other couple fixed their eyes on you and Flip. The woman’s attention was fixed on Flip’s broad chest and the man’s gaze traveled from your legs up to your bust. His open interest didn’t go unnoticed by Flip, who cleared his throat in something more like a growl, drawing the man’s attention. Flip fixed him with a murderous glare, tightening his arm around your shoulders, until the man looked away.

Once everyone and their luggage were secured, the driver cracked his reins and drove the stage through town, headed towards Wyoming.

The stagecoach rocked as you pulled away from town, jostling you against Flip pleasantly. You felt a pang of guilt as you appraised him, pressed into the corner of the coach. His immensely broad shoulders were cramped, even with one thick arm draped over your shoulders, buying him a little extra room. His long legs were crossed, unable to straighten in front of him.

Flip had a notoriously rough demeanor, gruff and angry, and violent as hell when he needed to be. You had seen it many times, and you were the only person still living who had seen his temper truly flare. Yet, he had never lost his temper with you, never addressed you in anger or malice.

You wondered now, as he was cramped into the corner of the coach with his head intermittently banging into the window when the coach hit a rut, if he would be able to stomach the journey without chewing a hole through his lip or grinding his teeth down to stubs.

He was certainly giving a valiant effort at maintaining his good humor for you. You smiled warmly at him for it.

Catching your eye, he smirked, reaching into his inner breast pocket to retrieve the folded leaflet he had shoved inside at the station.

“Let’s see how much trouble we’re in for when we get to those pearly gates,” his deep voice was light, poking fun at the laughable idea of deadly sins.

Turning the pamphlet over in his large right hand as it rested on his thigh, Flip pursed his lips as he read the descriptions of the Seven Deadly Sins, his brow furrowed in mock consternation.

His left arm, resting behind you and across the back of the seat, reached to stroke his fingers along your arm, petting you gently to ensure he had your attention.

“I do believe you’ve damned me to Hell, sugar.” Flip’s copper eyes held a playful gleam when they met yours, one eyebrow cocked mischievously.

“Oh, am I the reason for your sinful ways?” You met his gaze with a raised eyebrow of your own and a smirk.

“Yes, ma’am, you surely are.” He smiled down at you, his hand rubbing your arm. “Let’s have a look, hmm?”

You leaned against his shoulder, tracing your left hand over his chest as you leaned in to read the pamphlet he held, enjoying the excuse to press yourself closer against him.

“Let’s start with Pride.” Flip winked at you. “The man isn’t alive who’s ever been more prideful than I am to have you on my arm.” He squeezed your upper arm fondly. “I’m the proudest man in the world to have you as my wife.”

“You damn well better be,” you smiled up at Flip, earning a huffed laugh from him.

“Greed.” Flip pretended to consider his own statement before returning his eyes to you. “I want to take everything you can give me, sugar. You’ve never met a man greedier.”

You smacked his chest lightly as you laughed at his humor.

“Envy?” You inquired, laughter still in your voice. “Who could you possibly envy?”

“Envy eats at me.” Flip shook his head in faux contrition. “I envy every eye that has ever looked at you.” He dropped his voice, “And I envy you, darlin.’” He reached his left hand to stroke a curl of your hair. “I envy how you wield more power in those bright eyes of yours than I do in both my fists or with both my guns.” He bent to kiss you lightly. “I envy how your pretty lips can cause more damage than I could ever hope to. How they have the power to condemn me or redeem me.”

You felt your cheeks heat under his praise, and you felt the deeply envious stares of the other passengers in the coach as they watched you under Flip’s touch.

“You’re hardly guilty of Sloth or Gluttony,” you said coyly, trailing your fingers up his chest to his neck, teasing his skin where it rose above his collar.

“But I am. Terribly so,” Flip purred. “And they go hand in hand.” He pulled you tighter against him as he spoke. “I would never leave my bed so long as you’re in it.” He lowered his deep voice, so only you could hear. “And I will never, never have enough of your sweet little pussy. You’re delicious, darlin.’ I could eat you for hours.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered as your hand rose higher along his neck until you were drawing your fingernails lightly along his sharp jawline.

“Lust?” He eyed you wickedly, leaning down again towards your lips. “You tell me, sugar.”

“Insatiable,” you murmured against his plush lips as they parted for you, his hot tongue caressing along your lower lip and into your mouth. You felt the muscles in his jaw flexing under your fingers as he kissed you ardently, consuming every sigh that you breathed into his mouth. He smiled warmly at you when he pulled back, his adoration for you gleaming in his eyes.

“You didn’t know how thoroughly you’ve corrupted me?” Flip raised his eyebrows at you teasingly.

“Am I somehow accountable for your Wrath, as well?” You asked, stroking his cheek.

Flip turned into your palm, closing his eyes and kissing at your wrist. “Nope. I’m guilty of that one all by myself.” He returned his gaze to hold your eyes. “That’s the only sin you’ve helped mitigate in me, my pretty little darlin.’”

After shoving the pamphlet back into his pocket, Flip hugged you closer to him. With your head leaning on your husband’s shoulder, the motion of the stage gently rocked you against him while he held you. You were quickly coming to enjoy traveling by stage.

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A resounding crack accompanied by a violent lurch roused you. Flip shot bolt upright in his seat, his arm around you clenching you roughly against him. The carriage had stopped with a jolt, held fast in its tracks. It was dark outside and snowing heavily. Looking out the window you couldn’t see more than a few yards.

The sound that tore through the serene snowfall was unlike anything you had ever heard. Something from a nightmare. A high-pitched squealing scream.

Flip surged up from beneath you, flung the carriage door open and jumped outside, moving fast on his long legs. Heart beating wildly, you followed immediately behind him, stepping out into several inches of fresh snow and a gust of chilled wind.

The screaming continued, piercing through the night. One of the four horses lay on the ground, thrashing and kicking violently in the mud and snow, its neck arched in pain, wrenched backward inside its thick harness collar by tangled reins as it scraped along the ground. It’s pained whinny shot through to your bones.

The horse had stumbled in a rut, hidden by snow, and collapsed. The canted angle of the fallen animal broke the tongue and axle of the stagecoach, pinning the horse underneath the weight of the front of the carriage as it tipped forward.

The driver and his partner were already off the coach, struggling to unbuckle the animal’s harness. Flip dropped to his knees in the snow beside them and the struggling horse. Pulling a large bowie knife from his pocket, he roughly shoved the other men out of his way so he could cut the horse free as it thrashed and kicked.

Rushing back to the stagecoach door, you shouted at the other passengers to get out of the coach to lessen the weight. Begrudgingly, they too stepped out into the blustery night air. You ran back to Flip who had cut the horse free where he could, but it was still pinned by the broken tongue pressing down against the horse’s collar. The drivers both tried fruitlessly to lift the tongue where it pinned the animal, using their combined strength to no avail.

Pushing back up to his feet, Flip hurried to the front of the coach. Bending enough to get his broad shoulder under the tongue where it connected to the coach, he heaved up with a growl. He didn’t need to lift the coach, just to move it a few inches so the horse could wiggle free. You could see the muscles in Flip’s huge back and thick thighs straining with effort as he shrugged the tongue up in his white knuckled grip.

Helping as much as you could, you ran to the horse, grabbing its reins and helping it move in the right direction. Flip was able to create just enough slack for the horse to scramble to its feet before Flip dropped the weight of the coach down off his shoulder with a loud grunt.

The horse stood beside you, shivers of shock raking its body. He was scraped up and favoring a leg, but it wasn’t broken.

Dusting the snow from his knees, Flip straightened back to his full height. He exchanged a concerned look with you as steaming breath huffed from his lips.

With a damaged coach and one injured horse, no one was going to travel any further tonight. There would be another stage coming down the line tomorrow. Or the next day. If the snow didn’t hold them up, which was a big if.

The dark-haired driver approached Flip with a handsome smile, hand extended.

“I’m Poe,” he introduced himself. “And that’s Finn,” he indicated the other man who had been riding shotgun before turning back to Flip. “You’re a good man to have around in a bind.”

Flip gave his full name as he shook Poe’s hand and exchanged a nodded greeting to Finn. Poe seemed to stare at Flip a moment too long, his eyes settling on Flip’s six twin guns, before his friendly smile returned.

“This is my wife,” Flip introduced you as he extended his arm, beckoning you to walk to his side and press yourself against his perpetually warm body.

“Ma’am,” Poe responded, tipping his hat, his attention still primarily on Flip. “I guess the bad news is that we’re stuck here for now.”

“Where abouts are we?” Flip asked amid a flurry of snow. The snowfall was a full-blown blizzard now, and too dense to see your surroundings for more than a few yards away in any direction.

The other couple, the brunette man and homely woman, walked to the front of the coach, each hugging themselves and shivering.

“Well, that’s the worse news.” Poe scratched the back of his neck as he spoke. “We’re just about as close to the middle of nowhere as we can get. Nothin’ for miles.”

“Miles?” The man intoned with annoyance.

“We can’t stay here in this cold overnight! We’ll freeze,” the woman beside him joined in pointlessly.

Flip smirked down at you, lowering his voice, “Don’t you worry about freezin,’ sugar. I know just how to keep you nice n’ warm.”

“What makes you think I’m worried?” You raised your eyebrow at him. “This is hardly a dangerous situation. By our standards.”

Something out of the corner of his eye drew Flip’s attention. Raising his head, he looked easily over the top of your head. A strong gust of frigid wind cleared the snow ahead, offering a brief window through the blizzard. He was just barely able to see the outline of a large building about half a mile ahead.

“What town is that up ahead?” Flip directed at Poe.

“What?” Poe squinted to see through the snow. “There’s no town out here.”

“There’s something,’” Flip huffed as he buttoned up his jacket.

Returning his attention to you, Flip rubbed your back with his warm hand and spoke softly, “Sit back in the coach for a minute, darlin.’ Warm yourself up.” He looked from you back toward the building he had seen through the snow. “I’m gonna see to it that the horses are unhitched and then we have a bit of a walk in store for us.”

The other woman looked appalled, looking from her man to Flip as she whined, “I’m not walking in this.”

“What you do hardly concerns me, miss,” Flip clipped brusquely.

Returning to the coach, you fished out a heavy wool coat from your luggage and pulled it on. By the time you had retrieved yours and Flip’s bags, Flip was nearly done helping Poe with the horses.

As you placed the two bags back inside the coach, you wondered if you should dig your gun out of your bag, a beautiful .357 Colt six-shooter with pearl a grip and luxurious engraving along the barrel and cylinder. Flip had given it to you as a wedding present. You decided against it, for now. Flip had at least three guns on him at all times; his two trusted .45 Colt revolvers on his hips and a small four-barreled derringer hidden in his pocket.

Leading two horses as he approached you, Flip handed the reins of one horse to you. He had picked the two fittest looking animals. You knew what he was thinking. If worse came to lousy, at least you would each have a horse to ride out on.

Flip grabbed both your bags in his right hand, leading his horse with his left, and started out down the snowy trail. You walked beside him, leading your own horse. Snow had now risen above your ankles and the wind swirled around you as the temperature dropped by the minute. You were glad to be moving.

Poe and Finn followed behind you, naturally influenced by Flip’s commanding presence. Each of them also led a horse, Poe taking care to guide the injured animal. Further behind you, the whining tones of the bickering couple could be heard on the wind, whose names you had learned were Walter and Hannah. They had also decided to reluctantly trudge toward the building Flip had spotted.

It seemed like miles that you walked in the shivering cold as snowy wind stung your cheeks and numbed your ears, but in reality it could not have been much further than half a mile. Soon, the outline of a huge building came into view through the blizzard. As you walked closer, you realized it was actually a large hotel. Strange that Poe was unaware of it as many times as he had driven this line. It appeared to be abandoned. No lights or sounds greeted you as you approached.

Virgil’s Overlook was printed in boldly festooned lettering on the front of the hotel, welcoming its guests.

“I’ll be damned that I never noticed this before.” Poe shook his head at the sight of the large abandoned hotel. When you reached the steps, Finn and Poe took the reins of the horses you and Flip led. They took all four horses to a stable you could see off to the side of the hotel.

Flip roughly kicked open the locked double doors, gaining you entrance into the hotel. It was warm inside, welcoming. A huge lobby sprawled in front of a wide staircase. Although the hotel had looked dark from the outside, the lobby was dimly lit well enough for you to make out its features plainly. You wondered briefly who was around to tend to the lighting, but you were pulled from your thoughts by Flip wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and pulling you close against him.

“It won’t be too bad for us bein’ hold up in here,” he said as he smirked down at you. “Time will fly right by, so long as we have a decent mattress.”

You let out a shivering laugh in response, smacking his chest playfully.

Taking your freezing hand in his huge warm one, he led you up the large staircase in search of a room.

The second floor had a large saloon complete with a parlor. It was also lit with a healthy glow. The bar itself was long enough to seat twelve men comfortably. Behind the bar was a large mirror above fully stocked shelves of liquor. Tables were set up for dining or playing cards, and you couldn’t help but feel excitement at the prospect of shooting a few rounds of pool with your husband on the green-topped pool table.

Hanging on the wall next to the bar was a framed layout of the hotel. After studying it for a moment, Flip brought a thick finger up to sketch, tapping on a room.

“Guess we’re headed up to the third floor, sugar,” he told you with a wink.

Looking where he pointed, you saw the room labeled ‘Honeymoon Suite.’

“Fingers crossed that we’ll be snowed in a while,” you said as you winked right back.

Grabbing a flickering oil lamp off the wall, Flip held it ahead as you both walked through the parlor to ascend another flight of stairs.

When you reached the top of the stairs, Flip grabbed your arm, spinning you to face him. He swiftly ducked under your arm and shoved his shoulder into your waist, lifting you up over his shoulder with a laugh. Giggling yourself, you pounded your fists playfully against his back while he carried you over his shoulder and your two bags and the lamp in his free hand as he walked down the long hallway to the honeymoon suite.

The doors lining the hallway were all closed as you were carried past them. Not that it would be a hindrance. Flip could kick one of these doors in without missing a stride. Fortunately, however, when you reached the door at the end of the hallway, it was already ajar. Welcoming you inside.

The room was beautiful, large and ornate, with vaulted ceilings and intricate crown molding. A large four poster bed with a luxurious duvet sat in the center. Flip kicked the door shut behind him and dropped your bags in a heap before placing the lamp on the dresser, its golden glow filling the bedroom.

Walking to the bed, he flipped you back over his shoulder, tossing you playfully onto your back on the mattress. Crawling over you as you were still bouncing, Flip wasted no time in attacking your neck with playful bites. You were still laughing from his antics when his bites turned to slow kisses, rising up your neck toward your jaw.

Settling more of his heavy weight on you as he reached your lips, he kissed you deeply as your arms wrapped around his neck. With his added weight pressing you down into the mattress, it wasn’t long before something hard was digging painfully into your thigh.

“Flip,” you laughed against his lips. “You have to at least take your guns off long enough to fuck me.”

“I don’t know, darlin,’” he growled, lifting his weight back off of you as he looked down at you, grinning. “You’re just about the most dangerous creature I’ve ever encountered.”

“It’s a good thing that I’m on your side, then.” You reached to untie the bandanna at his throat, throwing it aside.

Flip stepped back off the bed, smirking down at you as he stood to remove his gun belt. You held a hand up to him from where you lay on your back. Taking your hand, Flip yanked you up with playful roughness, pulling you up off the bed and against his chest.

Turning your back to him, his hands instantly reached to begin the lengthy process of unlacing your dress. His thick fingers were ill-suited to the delicate task, but he was always careful to avoid ripping the fabric of your dress. Unless you told him otherwise.

Leaning his head down behind you, Flip brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing you as he undid the laces at your back. Sighing at the feeling of his lips, you leaned in toward his mouth. It was one of your favorite things when he kissed your neck and shoulders. He could render you damp and shivering from that alone.

Working the laces apart down to the top of your ass, Flip’s kisses turned to sucking bites along your exposed back. After pushing your dress off your shoulders, his hands moved around you to your tits where they spilled over the top of your still laced corset.

Stepping out of your yellow dress, you turned to face him. Your hands smoothed over his massive chest before working to undo the buttons on his cream-colored shirt. You pushed him backward as you did, away from the bed. Backing him up until the backs of his knees collided with a large armchair and he fell back into it with a huffed laugh.

Following him down into the chair, you climbed into his lap, planting your knees on either side of his thighs and straddling him. You finished unbuttoning his shirt as he ran his hands up your thighs.

“You want to ride my cock, darlin’?” Flip huffed, squeezing your thighs.

“As long as you’re ready to buck nice and hard for me,” you replied with a smirk as you pulled his unbuttoned shirt free from where it was tucked into his pants.

Grinning up at you wolfishly, Flip playfully bucked his hips roughly under you, knocking you forward against his chest. He used the opportunity to press his lips to your neck, littering your skin with kisses and nips. His hands traveled up your thighs and around to grip your ass, pulling you more firmly into his lap over his cock straining beneath his pants.

With a head sigh, you tilted your head back, granting him better access to your neck as you ground over his cock. The feeling of his lips, hot and soft on your delicate skin, sent a rush of warmth through your belly.

Stroking your hands down his bare chest, you pushed his open shirt away from his beautiful muscles. Leaning back on his thighs, you took a moment to admire the powerful man beneath you as your hand travelled lower down his body. Flip lifted your skirt, bringing one hand to your pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb. Looking from your pussy up to your eyes, he smiled at the amount of slick that already coated his thumb.

“You’re already drippin’ for my cock, sugar,” he said as he swirled his thumb around your clit for emphasis.

After undoing his pants, you pushed them open enough to free his cock. Massive and throbbing, his perfect cock was already painfully hard and eager to push into your pussy. You watched a pearl of precum drip from his tip when you wrapped one of your hands as far around him as you could, your fingers unable to meet around his girth. Your pussy grew wetter just at the magnificent sight of him. Flip felt your reaction, his smile widening.

Placing your hands on his broad shoulders, you used him to balance as you raised yourself high enough off his lap to position yourself above his cock. Steadying your hips with one of his hands, Flip ran his tip through your folds, slicking himself in your arousal. A pungent moan escaped your lips when you sank down onto his massive cock, matching the growl that rumbled through Flip’s chest at the feeling of filling you.

“Your little pussy always feels so fuckin’ good around my cock, darlin,’” Flip praised you. “The perfect fit for me.”

Reaching one of his hands behind your neck, he brought you down into a deep kiss. His lips caressed yours lovingly as you rocked your hips, adjusting to the size of his cock. As your rocking turned to grinding, Flip’s mouth traveled from your lips down to your neck, returning his lips to adorn your skin with wet kisses and soft bites. His hands both skimmed down your body to grip around your corseted waist.

Quickly, the near painful stretch of his cock turned to pleasure as you ground on him and his mouth raised goosebumps along your neck and shoulders. You wanted more. Planting your hands on his chest, you began to bounce, chasing the feeling of his cock slamming into you. Flip’s head fell back against the chair, watching you with eyes glazed with lust. He loved watching you like this. You looked so gorgeous riding his cock, wearing a pleasured smile, hair falling wildly around your face and cascading down around your bouncing tits.

“You sure look fuckin’ good up there, sugar,” Flip purred. “I love watchin’ you ride my cock. And I love buckin’ nice and hard for my little filly.”

“Oh, yes! Fuck me harder, handsome,” you moaned, arching your back. “Give me a good ride on your cock.”

Your corset held your breasts perfectly in place for Flip’s mouth to attach to one of your nipples. The feel of his tongue swirling around it made your back arch even more, pushing your tits further into his face as they bounced above the top of your corset. His hands moved to grab your hips roughly, helping you bounce and grind even harder on his cock. Matching your pace, he bucked his hips up beneath you, shoving his cock in as far as he could reach.

Tightness that coiled in your abdomen trickled down to your pussy, causing you to clench around Flip’s cock as you rode him. Feeling you getting tighter, he started fucking up into you harder, jolting your body with every rough thrust and buck of his hips. Riding him like this, his cock hit the perfect spots inside you with every bounce and thrust. Your head fell back in ecstasy as you felt yourself on the verge of erupting.

“Eyes on me, darlin.’ I want to see you when you cum on my cock,” Flip commanded as he bucked up extra forcibly, getting your attention amid your pleasured haze.

Holding Flip’s vibrant whiskey gaze, your thighs started to quiver, your pussy tensing as you teetered on the edge.

Knowing just what you needed, Flip fucked up into you as hard as he could. After only a few more hard thrusts, you were cumming in intense pulses of euphoria. Your jaw fell open with pleasure as Flip fucked you through all the aftershocks of your orgasm, his own jaw clenched tight with the effort of keeping himself from cumming as your pussy spasmed around his cock.

“I’m gonna fill you up, beautiful,” he groaned. “I love knowin’ your pussy’s pumped full of my cum.”

Flip growled with effort as he fucked you until your body went limp and pliant, his hands now supporting you. His cock throbbed with his final thrusts before he buried it as deeply as he could in your pussy, his hot cum shooting into you in thick ropes.

Once his hips stilled, you collapsed forward onto his chest. His hands smoothed and caressed your back as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I love you so fuckin’ much, sugar,” Flip’s voice rumbled near your ear as he turned in to kiss your neck.

“I love you more,” you whispered against him.

“That’s not possible, darlin,’” he assured you between kisses.

Flip held you against him as he gently kissed your neck and shoulders. You sat on his lap until you could feel his cum leaking out of you around his cock, still buried inside of you.

Wrapping his arms tighter around you, Flip pushed himself up from the chair, easily lifting you with him as he stood. Taking a few steps with you, he deposited you back on the bed, leaning over you to kiss your lips again.

When he pulled away from you, he tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned his shirt, grinning down at you as he did. From your place on the bed, you raised a questioning eyebrow at him as he re-dressed.

By way of answering, Flip moved to the dresser, picking up an empty pitcher that sat atop it inside a large bowl.

“I’ll go find us some water,” Flip said as he turned back to you, holding the large porcelain pitcher. “I won’t be long, sugar.”

“Don’t be,” you warned, smiling up at him. “This bed’s awfully cold and lonely without you in it.”

Flip set the pitcher down long enough to buckle his gun belt back into place around his hips, earning an amused grin from you, before retrieving it and heading out of the door. He turned to smile back at you as he closed the door behind him. You could hear his footfalls, heavy with his boots, as he walked away down the hallway.

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Greed & Pride

Flip walked quickly down the hallway, pitcher in hand, and descended the stairs two at a time. Making his way back to the saloon, he found it occupied by the other passengers from the stage. It appeared as though you and Flip had been the only two who had been eager to find a room, the other passengers content to pass the time by drinking and talking amongst themselves.

Seated at a small round table was the other couple, Walter and Hannah, the man trying valiantly to creep his hand up under the woman’s dress. Hannah turned her attention immediately to Flip when he made his entrance, eyeing him hungrily. Poe and Finn were seated at the bar facing the mirrored backdrop. A mostly empty whiskey bottle sat on the bar between them, their glasses substantially empty in front of them.

Approaching the bar from the side, Flip eyed Poe and Finn cautiously, always warry of men after they’d downed a bottle of whiskey due to his extensive experience getting in barfights and shootouts. Poe was closer to Flip with Finn seated further down the bar. They also appeared to be talking animatedly to someone behind the bar, where a bartender would regularly stand.

There was no one there, of course. The hotel was abandoned other than the passengers from the stage. Although, as Flip walked toward the bar, he could almost swear he saw something like a faint mirage of a man behind the bar, as though he were looking through a haze of fog. As quickly as Flip registered the figure, it evaporated away entirely.

It’s been a long fuckin’ day, Flip thought as he brought his free hand up to rub his eyes. Maybe a drink wouldn’t do him any harm either. He knew you didn’t like it when he drank. When he really drank, anyway. You were right not to like it, even Flip agreed. He had a tendency to lose his notoriously violent temper with the help of a few too many drinks. But you never minded if he indulged in only a drink or two.

Flip placed the pitcher on the counter and walked toward the two other men. He watched them closely, a habit that had saved his life more times than he could remember. For some reason, just the sight of the other men had his temper rising. He felt inexplicably irritable and angry, especially misplaced given the rush of endorphins he had just gotten from fucking you.

“So, you’re that bigtime marshal, huh?” Poe directed at Flip, sliding a shot glass full of whiskey down the bar toward him. “The one who made a name out of bringing down the baddest of the bad guys?”

“That’s the rumor,” Flip agreed in a clipped, irritated tone, catching the shot glass in his hand and pushing it aside.

“The Deadliest Hand in the West,” Finn intoned, leaning back from his seat at the bar to take a look at Flip. “But I think that you were the Deadliest Hand. When you were younger. Now, you’re over the hill. Old. Slow.”

“I wouldn’t go bettin’ your life on that, slick,” Flip gritted, reaching into his breast pocket to retrieve his pack of cigarette makings. Rolling a cigarette with his dexterous fingers, he kept the other men fixed in his gaze as he raised the paper to lick along its edge and place the rolled cigarette between his teeth. Striking a match on the side of the bar, he raised the flame to its tip, inhaling deeply.

“I’m a bounty hunter, you know,” Finn said more aggressively, pushing himself away from the bar to stand. “But it’s slim pickin’ out there now, thanks to you. It’s hard for me to make a buck tryin’ to pick off your scraps.”

“Well, you’re in luck.” Flip grinned sarcastically around his cigarette, smoke pluming from his nose. “I’m newly retired from chasin’ down outlaws. My new wife asked me to settle down in lots of ways, and I’m happy to oblige her.”

“I can’t figure how much money you’ve cost me over the years,” Finn continued, shaking his head angrily.

Poe stood from the bar himself, infected with Finn’s indignancy. Poe nodded at nothing across the bar from him, as though he was again talking to the unseen bartender. Poe and Finn were now very different men from the jovial pair who embarked on the coach ride early that morning.

“You’ve made it hard for me too, Zimmerman,” Poe said, narrowing his eyes at Flip. “I was a lawman, too. And I’m fast. But I never got any name for myself because everyone only ever talked about the Deadliest Hand in the West. You.”

“Plenty of room for you now.” Flip glared at the two men, chewing his cigarette, his temper growing hotter by the second. “Go out there and shoot the hell outta everyone. Have fun.”

“The more I think about it,” Poe said as he took a step closer to Flip. “What better way to make a name for myself, I mean a real name for myself, than by gunning down the great Marshal Zimmerman.”

“I’d like a cut of that pot, myself,” Finn added, stepping forward too until he stood beside Poe. “You think outlaws are the only ones with bounties on their heads? I know a lot of people who’d pay good cash money to see you dead.”

“I’d be the fastest gun in the west once you’re dead, Zimmerman,” Poe said with a spiteful smile, his hand lingering above the butt of his revolver. “I’d be a hero.”

“I’d be a rich man,” Finn declared, the fingers of his right hand twitching in anticipation.

“Heroes die young around me,” Flip growled menacingly at Poe before turning his deadly gaze to Finn, straightening and squaring his shoulders toward the other men. “All that money won’t do you much good from the inside of a pine box.”

“There’s another rumor about you these days, Zimmerman.” Poe grew bolder with every word he spoke. “Rumor is that you’ve gone soft. That your wife has you on too tight of a leash. That any balls you used to have are now in her purse.”

“Well, you’d be right in that my wife can do whatever the hell she pleases with my balls,” Flip replied with a dangerous sideways grin.

“Have you always been this much of a fucking coward, Zimmerman?” Finn hissed, his hand inching closer to his gun.

“I reckon I’m about the same amount of coward I’ve always been,” Flip growled, his amber eyes gleaming murderously, his hands icily still where they hovered above his six-shooters. “In my experience, there’s only two kinds of men in this world.”

“Let me guess,” Poe scoffed. “Brave and cowardly?”

“Nope,” Flip replied, feeling the familiar itch in his trigger finger. “Alive and dead.”

Finn yanked his gun with a jolt, telegraphing his tepid movement, in his attempt to gun Flip down.

Faster than greased lightening, Flip drew his gun. Eyes never leaving his target, Flip squeezed the trigger when his sights covered Finn’s forehead. As soon as the hammer dropped, sending a bullet into Finn’s head, Flip’s left hand fanned the hammer, drawing it back with the wedge of his palm to cock it again, as he trained his pistol on Poe.

Two gunshots rang out in immediate succession, overlapping each other. Twin holes bored into Poe’s head. One right in the center of his forehead erupted in a scarlet blossom. The other in his left eye, exploded in a burst of milky white splattering from the ruptured eye.

Flip’s head jerked sharply to look behind him toward the source of the other gunshot, his hand swinging in unison, following his gaze with the barrel of his gun, as Poe’s body dropped to the floor beside Finn’s. An impulse inside of him, as if from a disembodied voice inside his head, told him to shoot on sight.

Flip halted his turn with a jolt when his eyes landed on you, still aiming your pistol at Poe’s lifeless body, smoke rising from its barrel. Poe, for all his bluster, hadn’t managed to squeeze off a shot. Neither had Finn.

You knew Flip could take care of himself. He didn’t need your help. He could easily take down half a dozen armed men, let alone two. You had seen him do it before. But, by God, any man who dared to come after your husband would not only have to deal with his wrath, but yours too.

Smirking around his cigarette, sucking his teeth, Flip’s smile widened as he looked at you.

“The bed got cold,” you said with a nonchalant shrug. “So, I came to find you and tell you to get your ass back in it next to me.”

Grinning broadly at you, Flip returned his gun to its holster before opening his arms wide to catch you when you rushed into them. You reached to his cigarette, plucking it from his lips and tossing it onto the floor so he was free to kiss you.

“Do you just go around looking for trouble?” you asked with a laugh against his lips.

“It sure seems to know where I am most of the damn time,” he agreed as he pulled back from your lips.

“It’s a good thing you have me to look out for you, then.” You smoothed your hands up his chest, smiling fondly.

“I hear there’s a rumor goin’ around that I’ve gone soft because of you,” Flip told you, his eyes shining with adoration as he looked down at you. “What do you think about that, sugar?”

“Soft? You?” You feigned shock, bringing a hand to your chest in surprise. “Why, you’re always so hard around me, Marshal.”

Huffing a laugh at your words, Flip leaned down to kiss you again. Parting your lips with his tongue, he deepened his kiss until you were whimpering into his mouth, your hands fisting his lapels to pull him down even closer to you.

From their round table across the saloon, the other couple watched you both. Hannah rubbed her thighs together, her breath coming short as she watched Flip kiss you, wanting to have a man kiss her with such ardor. Her companion ground his teeth together, digging his nails into his palms as he balled his fists. Looking at you, Walter wanted his hands to be on you the way Flip’s were, to have you in his bed the way Flip did. A murmur throughout the saloon for their ears only whispered to them each that they deserved exactly that.

Impervious to the onlookers, Flip took your hand. Raising it to his lips, he kissed your skin gently before leading you out of the saloon.

“Who taught you how to shoot like that, sugar?” he teased, lacing his fingers through yours as he walked beside you.

“You should be careful,” you answered back coyly. “I learned from the Deadliest Hand in the West himself.”

“He better make damn sure he keeps you happy then, huh? So he doesn’t go gettin’ his ass shot by that dead aim of yours.” Flip squeezed your hand with his words, smirking down at you.

“He’s doing a pretty good job of keeping me happy so far,” you assured him, bumping him playfully with your shoulder as you walked.

“Yeah? You should hear the rumor about what you keep in your purse,” Flip continued with a laugh.

“You’ll have to enlighten me,” you said before you recalled something out of place. “Who was that bartender? I didn’t remember seeing him on the stage with us.”

Flip stopped in his tracks at your words, yanking you to a stop beside him like a mule sitting back in his harness.

“You saw a bartender?” Flip asked, his brow furrowing as he looked down at you sternly.

“Of course, I did. Didn’t you?” you answered, baffled by his confusion. “He was standing right behind the bar the whole time watching you. He was smiling, too. He seemed to like watching you kick ass almost as much as I do.”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me, sugar.” Flip shook his head incredulously, as if trying to clear away an unpleasant thought. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, handsome,” you confirmed, unused to being pressed by your husband. “I wondered at first if I’d have to shoot him too if he tried to pull a gun on you from behind.”

Baffled by your words, Flip rubbed his eyes before smoothing his hand down his face.

“Let’s get back to bed and get some shut eye,” he said hoarsely, pulling you beside him as he continued back toward your room. “I think you wore me out today, darlin.’”

Ascending the stairs, Flip could feel the weariness of the day settle deeper into his bones with every step. He felt at once both dead tired and restless, as though his body wanted to collapse on his feet, but pinpricks of agitation prodded his mind, keeping him on edge.

The feeling of your hand in his and your body next to him as you both walked down the hallway leading to the honeymoon suite were the only things that kept him calm. Your presence had always grounded him. You were the only balm that had ever been able to silence his demons and tame the beast that lived inside his skin.

Back inside your room, you both remained clothed when you fell together onto the bed. After the events in the saloon, it seemed too lackadaisical to get too comfortable for the remainder of the night.

Lying on his back, Flip pulled you into his arms across his chest, stroking your hair and breathing in the scent of you until you were both lulled into sleep.

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Lust & Envy

A harrowing scream echoed through the hallways of the hotel, reaching Flip’s ears as he dozed. Shooting bolt upright from a deep sleep at the sound, Flip wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow, ignoring the sweat beading on his chest. Straining his ears for more, he wondered if the sound had been real or something from the confines of his dreams. You still slept soundly beside him, your features serenely beautiful.

I can’t remember ever wantin’ a drink this fuckin’ bad, Flip thought to himself, his mouth parched and nerves alight with a creeping anger. Outside the window, snow flurried in a curtain of white and a frigid breeze howled against the glass. Even the sight itself making Flip think of the warm comfort that a shot of whiskey could offer.

Looking down at you again, Flip took a deep breath, calmed by the sight of you, and pushing the thought of a drink out of his mind. As he was laying back down, another sound drew his attention.

“Help me, Flip,” the voice of an unfamiliar woman resounded in his head. It sounded at once faraway and so close that it rang in his ears.

Shaking his head, Flip turned to kick his legs off the bed and sit up fully. You still slept peacefully. How the hell was that? Your hearing was much better than his after decades of gunfire damaging his ears.

“Pleassssseeee…” The voice came again, beginning in a feminine lilt and trailing off into something like an unnatural snarl.

Flip jumped to his feet, his blood pounding in his ears.

He watched as you turned over in your sleep, reaching your hand to seek his warmth that lingered on the mattress. There was no need to wake you. He could go see what was going on and be back without you knowing anything was wrong.

Adjusting his gun belt around his hips, Flip strode to the door. He silently slipped out of it and closed it fast behind him, careful not to wake you.

The hallway was silent. But Flip knew where the voice had come from as though he had been in this hotel, hearing the same voice many times before, a distant memory he had all but forgotten.

Taking the stairs up to the next level, Flip saw the door to room 237 sat ajar, waiting for him. The warm glow from a flickering oil lamp drawing him in like a moth to its flame.

Pushing the door the rest of the way open with the square toe of his boot, Flip leaned in the doorway, surveying the inside of the room.

A clawfoot bathtub sat in the middle of the room. A beautiful naked woman reclined calmly in its basin, relaxing in steaming soapy water. Unconcerned when the door opened, she languorously turned her head to Flip.

“Were you callin’ for help, ma’am?” Flip asked, refusing to allow his eyes to fall below hers. Even as she stood from the tub in response to his question.

“Not calling for help,” her voice sounded in his ears, although her lips didn’t move. Her eyes shone black as ebony, an inescapable void. “Calling for you.”

Stepping from the tub, she didn’t reach for a towel or move to cover herself as she stalked toward Flip.

“Look lady, I’m flattered but I’m not interested,” Flip told her firmly from his place in the doorway. “I’m taken.”

“Taken? By your wife?” The voice echoed in his head, playing his nerve endings like a harp. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

“She’s the only woman I lust after.” Flip scowled as he moved to step backwards, but he found himself rooted in place, almost hypnotized by the voice.

“You don’t make her happy. Who wants a retired gunslinger? A man who used to be great?” The woman asked inside Flip’s mind, closing the distance between her body and Flip’s. “She’ll find someone else. Someone younger. Someone better.”

The woman seemed to grow more beautiful with every step. Raising her arms, she moved to loop them around Flip’s neck and press her body to his. Flip stopped her short, pushing her back with his huge hand on the base of her throat at her collarbone, solidly above her breasts.

“I said I’m taken,” Flip growled, feeling hot under the collar and angry. “Back the fuck off.”

“I could be yours forever,” the woman tried again, knocking Flip’s hand aside and rushing toward him.

Flip shoved the woman roughly backward as she tried to crash her lips to his, sending her stumbling back away from him. When she regained her balance and straightened, her visage had changed. Instead of the beautiful young woman, now it was her rotting corpse, standing before him. Her skin was a jaundiced yellow with patches of necrotic green and black, chunks of her flesh gone from the extent of her purification.

Sucking in a shocked breath at the sight, Flip jumped backward on reflex, reaching for his gun, as the corpse lunged at him.

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The blast of a gunshot ringing through the halls on the floor above you woke you from a restful sleep. You sat upright, instantly alert from years of being attune to gunplay in the company of your husband, as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom.

A thin line of light entered your room from the bedroom door where it was cracked open, admitting the faint light from the hallway.

Backlit by the light from the doorway, you saw the figure of a man standing near it.

“Christ, Flip, what’s going on?” you asked the man, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“You can call me Walter,” the man answered, sending a chill down your spine, just as the weight of another body roughly collided with you, tackling you back down onto the mattress.

Hannah jumped on you with all her weight, catching you off guard and pinning you down on the mattress. She held a large bowie knife in her hand. A knife that she raised to your face when you struggled beneath her, pricking the skin of your cheek with its razored tip.

“All my life, I’ve wanted to be beautiful like you,” she hissed down at you, tracing the knife over the skin of your cheek. Behind her, Walter snaked his hand down his pants, rubbing his insignificant little dick as he watched. “All my life I’ve wanted a man to look at me the way your husband looks at you.”

Not responding to her, you tried to steady your breath as you surreptitiously slid your hand upward, underneath your pillow.

“I wonder if he’ll still want you after I cut your pretty face up,” the woman said with a maniacal laugh, trailing the blade over your lips. Pressing the tip into your lower lip, she drew a drop of blood, as she cast a look over her shoulder toward her companion. “But don’t worry. Walter wants you next after I’m done with you.”

Using the opening her momentary distraction provided, you yanked your revolver out from underneath your pillow where you had hidden it on habit before sleep overtook you.

Hannah had just enough time to register the gun, her eyes going wide in terror, when you pulled the trigger, sending a bullet right through her forehead as you grinned wickedly. A spray of hot blood rained down upon you as her body collapsed on top of yours.

Shoving her off of you, you rose to your knees and leveled your gun on Walter in the same swift movement.

Before you could squeeze the trigger, the bedroom door exploded inward in a burst of light, accompanied by a murderous growl. Kicking the door open, Flip charged into the room.

Walter was just quick enough to turn and see death barreling down upon him.

Flip’s right hand struck Walter in the throat with all of his remarkable strength behind it. The blow alone crushed the voyeur’s larynx, but Flip wasn’t satisfied. Clenching his powerful fist around the man’s throat, Flip wrenched his hand to the side with a growl, ripping his enemy’s throat completely apart.

Kicking Walter’s body aside as it slumped to the floor, Flip rushed to you. Before you could rise yourself, he pulled you bodily up into his arms, holding you tight in his powerful embrace.

“Where were you, Flip?” you asked into his neck where you buried your face as you squeezed him tight. “What the hell is happening here?”

“I had to shoot a broad upstairs, but I’m pretty sure she was already dead to begin with,” Flip told you, swaying with you gently in his arms. “Are you alright, sugar?”

“I am now,” you said as you breathed in the comforting scent of him, feeling surrounded by his warmth and strength. “Do you think we can ride out yet? There’s something wrong with this hotel, Flip. I don’t know if a blizzard can be worse than being stuck in here.”

“It can sure be a helluva lot worse if we freeze to death out in it,” Flip replied, chewing his lip in frustration as he looked out of the window to see a haze of snow swirling thickly outside. “But I should go check on the horses. If they run off or die, we die.”

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Sloth & Gluttony

A blast of deathly cold air hit you and Flip like a slap in the face when he pulled open the entrance door in the hotel lobby. The sheer frigidity of the wind stopped your breath in your throat like jumping into a pool of ice water. Outside, snow blustered in stinging sheets. Visibility extended only a few feet ahead of you into the churning blizzard, the snow obscuring everything from view behind its white veil. You wondered if the oil lamp that Flip held would do you any good at all in such a blizzard.

Merely from standing in the open doorway, your ears and nose were already going numb and your fingers were not far behind. Beside you, even Flip shivered from the cold, bunching his shoulders and huffing a fogged breath. It was a rare sight that your furnace of a man balked against the cold.

“You have to stay here, sugar,” he said gruffly, tightening his dark, duster-length jacket around his body.

“I can handle it,” you assured him, taking a confident breath.

“No fuckin’ way. It has to be twenty-five below out there,” Flip said firmly, shaking his head. “It’ll be a sonofabitch for me, but you have no business goin’ out in this.”

“Well then, neither do you,” you said with equal hardheadedness.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll go fast. Keep movin,’” he assured you, bending to place a hot kiss to your cheek. “And you’ll be safe in here. We’ve already killed everythin’ that could give you any trouble.”

Walking through the doors with his usual proud swagger, Flip only strode a few steps out into the blizzard before hunching down against the biting cold and wrapping his arms around himself. As you watched, his broad frame was entirely consumed by the snow in seconds.

The frozen air burned through Flip’s nose with every inhale, stinging his lungs, chilling him from the inside out. He couldn’t remember the last time he was out in weather this dangerously cold. He was used to the harsh Colorado winters, but he usually had more sense than to wander out into a fuckin’ blizzard in the middle of the night.

Blinded by snowy darkness and by the sleet that stung his eyes, Flip could only hope that he lumbered in the right direction of the stable, hugging the side of the hotel as he trudged through the ever-deepening snow that already rose to his knees.

The snow seemed to get thicker by the minute, wanting to trap him in its frigid embrace forever. Flip couldn’t see the stable wall until he shouldered blindly into it, colliding with its wooden exterior with a frustrated grunt.

Feeling along the wall of the stable, Flip fumbled for the iron handle with numb hands to yank the door open. Rushing inside, he pulled the door roughly closed behind him, a gust of snow blowing inside behind him.

All four horses greeted Flip inside the stable. Standing clustered together for warmth, they all raised their heads hopefully when he entered, no doubt hoping their human visitor came bearing grain. The inside of the stable was barely warmer than the outside, but it was dry and devoid of the extra chill carried by the wind. Flip sat the oil lamp down near the center of the stable, it’s warm light filling the small enclosure.

Flip felt pained himself at the sight of the shivering animals, starving for both feed and warmth. Approaching them, he reached a hand to pat the neck of the injured animal, feeling a shiver run through his own body. Resting both his palms on the horse’s neck, he tried to absorb some of its body heat back into his frozen hands. He couldn’t stay out in this cold much longer himself without risking more than he was willing to gamble.

Running his hand from the horse’s neck down over its shoulder, he continued down its injured leg, dropping to a knee beside it to examine its wound more closely. The horse would be fine, but he wouldn’t be able to carry the weight of a rider. The other three, however, looked sound.

The animals could endure the cold from the shelter of the stable through the night. Provided the temperature didn’t drop much further. Flip made a point of locating the bridles and saddles, in case he needed to find them quickly in the darkness. Satisfied that he could saddle two horses quickly if needed, he moved back toward the stable door.

In unison, the four horses all jerked their heads bolt upright, turning to face the stable door over Flip’s head, their ears all pricked forward with interest.

Flip couldn’t hear a damn thing above the wind that howled outside and rattled the wooden stable walls, but he knew enough to trust horses and their superior senses.

Moving into the darkest corner of the stable to the side of its door, Flip waited, watching the horses as they watched the stable door with interest. Rubbing his hands together, Flip blew a breath of heat into them, trying to regain feeling in his numbed fingers. He knew that he couldn’t shoot worth a damn with numb fingers, if he could even manage to draw his guns without dropping them.

The doors to the stables burst inward, kicked in roughly. And stupidly. Allowing a fresh rush of blistering cold inside that brought with it a tangible drop in temperature.

Flip watched as two men he never thought he’d ever see again stepped inside.

Felix Kendrickson and Andy Landers. Pinkerton agents.

If there was one thing Flip hated more than anything else, second only to someone who tried to lay hands on his girl, it was a rat. Rats, moles, snitches, double agents. Pinkertons. He wasn’t alone in that sentiment. Most gunfighters and lawmen alike could agree on one thing. They can’t abide a two-faced Pinkerton.

And two of the slimiest Pinkertons Flip had ever had the displeasure of knowing now stood before him, shaking and patting snow from their clothing. Flip’s blood boiled at the sight of them, his malice surging hot through his veins.  

Flip knew all too well of the men’s crimes and trespasses, most of which were done while hiding behind a badge. He knew about their many sins.

Felix was a nobody, a petty criminal who always lusted for more. More power. More control. More leadership. He found that power when he enlisted as a Pinkerton, along with the authority to beat and kill to gain more and more. His hunger for power was never satisfied. Felix resented men like Flip who never had to ask for power. Men who commanded power and respect by their sheer force of will and imposing presence.

Landers began his career as a deputy under Flip back during his days as the Sheriff of Dodge City. Landers’ career was short-lived. The man was so slovenly that he never cared enough to investigate a case. He could never be bothered to do enough work to learn what was right and what was just. It was always easier for Landers to find a quick, easy fall-guy to pin a case on, upping his arrest numbers to rise through the ranks.

Not surprising, the two loathsome men had teamed up together.

“I knew we’d find some horses in here,” Felix said in his rasping tone, clapping his hands together and startling the animals with the harsh sound. “Can’t have a hotel without horses.”

“We’re damn lucky we did,” Landers agreed in a voice that shook from cold. “I thought we were goners for sure when your horse broke his leg in the snow-covered gully and mine bucked me off at the sight.”

Flip scanned the dim stable around him. A wicked grin turned his lips when he saw the light from the lamp glinting off the metal of some farm tools. The handle of a pitchfork rose up from the bale of hay in which it was impaled, only feet away from where Flip stood, between himself and the other men. On the side of the stable wall was tacked an assortment of other implements. The tool that caught Flip’s eye was a long-handled scythe.

Clenching and unclenching his fists both in an attempt to bring some warmth back into them and from the sheer rage he felt rising within him, Flip pondered whether or not his hands were frozen enough to be clumsy and slow, a deadly condition in this game.

“You boys know that horse thievin’ is a killin’ offense,” Flip said with a darkly menacing glare, stepping forward from the shadows toward the two men. And toward the farm tools. “And I’m more than happy to oblige the two of you if killin’ is what you’re lookin’ for.”

“We ain’t guilty of nothing, Marshal,” Felix hissed sarcastically. “You have to play by the rules behind that badge.”

“Yeah, and the Pinkertons don’t care as much about the rules,” Landers intoned beside him.

Both men turned to face Flip, leering at him with their greasy smiles.

“I know you’re both plenty guilty of a lot of things that deserve killin,” Flip snarled at the men, feeling a rush of excited anticipation at the thought of ripping them apart. “And I’m thinkin’ that I’m just the man for the job.”

“You can’t do nothin’ to us,” Felix sneered. “Besides, there’s two of us and only one of you.”

“Your odds ain’t so great, Zimmerman,” Landers agreed, cracking an obscene smile.

“I like these odds just fine,” Flip gritted, grinding his teeth, taking an aggressive step toward the men.

Flip stood within an arm’s length of the pitchfork at the end of the stable near its door. The other two men stood near the horses, closer to the far end of the stable.

Felix watched Flip calmly. Like Flip, he too was a killer, hardened and cool under pressure. Landers was nervous, twitchy.

Landers moved first. He jerked his gun from its holster with a shaking hand. Flip lunged forward, wrenching the pitchfork free from the bale.

Raising the pitchfork like a striking snake, Flip threw it like a javelin as Landers squeezed off an errant shot. Landers’ bullet sizzled past Flip’s ear as the pitchfork buried itself in Landers’ chest, knocking him backward with the force of Flip’s throw.

Beside Landers, Felix was unfazed when he drew his own gun. The sort of relaxed resolve that the elite killers possessed and others admired. Flip had it himself and he was seasoned enough to know when he faced a real adversary. When he looked death down the barrel of its gun as he did now.

Dodging to the side, Flip reached the scythe, yanking it off the wall. Felix already had his gun trained on Flip’s head when Flip leveled his swing.

With a grin, Felix pulled the trigger. At least, he tried to. His finger fumbled inside the trigger guard, just as numb and unresponsive as Flip had feared his own would be, failing to respond when Felix commanded his body to squeeze off a shot. Flip brought the scythe down across Felix’s extended gun arm, severing the limb cleanly from his body in a plume of blood, and removing the threat of the gun.

The very embodiment of the grim reaper, of death himself, Flip stood in his long dark coat, breath steaming from his mouth, wielding a sharpened scythe. Flip’s murderous glare and growling lips were the last thing Felix saw as Flip sliced the scythe through his neck, cleaving his head from his shoulders. Blood erupted from the stump of Felix’s neck, misting in the cold air, as his head hit the ground with a dull thud, rolling away into the darkness. With a rough kick to its chest, Flip sent what remained of Felix’s body flying backward to collapse in a heap on the ground.

Behind the two bodies, the horses snorted nervously, watching Flip now with wide white-rimmed eyes, worried of what he might do to them next. They could feel the malicious fury emanating off of him in fearsome waves.

“Easy, boys,” Flip said in what he hoped was a soothing tone. Throwing the scythe aside, he walked again to the horses with an outstretched hand.

After ensuring he rubbed each animal enough to calm them, Flip steeled himself with a deep breath and stepped back out into the biting cold of the blizzard. It was a struggle for him to close the stable door behind him against the force of the wind.

Adrenaline coursed through Flip’s veins. He felt invigorated. Hell, he felt fuckin’ incredible, riding a murder high like he’d never experienced before. He had always gotten a bit of a rush from the excitement of it all, but never from the killin’ itself. But tonight, he sure fuckin’ did. The thrill consumed him like the fumes in an opium den or the taste of the Green Fairy, leaving him wanting more. More death. More carnage. More blood on his hands.

Staggering back through the cold to the welcoming warmth of the hotel, Flip stumbled through its entry doors, slamming them closed behind him. A shuddering sigh left his lungs at the feeling of finally being surrounded by a modicum of heat again.

Flip had expected to find you waiting right inside for him, ready to rush to him and throw your loving arms around him the way you always greeted him when he came home through the front door. With a pang of annoyance, he couldn’t see hide nor hair of you. His jaw clenched as tight as his fists at your absence.

I need a fuckin’ drink anyway, Flip thought, grumbling to himself and sour at the knowledge that he’d already killed everyone who needed killin’ inside the hotel, wishing he had more adversaries to gun down. I need somethin’ to warm me up if nothin’ else.

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Wrath

Sitting at the bar, Flip could still feel his anger mounting. Burning him from the inside out with the rage that simmered just below the surface of his consciousness, Flip felt his body heating despite his chill and his pulse pounding.

Grinding his teeth, he wondered where the fuck you had run off too. The thought served to stoke his temper like a red-hot poker. Flip couldn’t remember being this furious in years, and he had never before been angered by the thought of you. Now, it consumed him like a red fog swirling inside his mind.

A friendly bartender with a curled waxed mustache, who must have been hiding somewhere during all the commotion, poured Flip a double shot of whiskey.

“Rough night, sir?” The bartender asked pleasantly.

“It started out pretty damn good,” Flip said before slamming his shot. “But it’s been a helluva ride downhill from there.”

“Yes,” the bartender said knowingly. “Many problems begin with women.”

Flip’s eyes shot to him, narrowed in a deadly glare.

“Not my woman,” Flip snarled, pushing his shot glass forward for a refill.

“Am I mistaken, sir? Or would you not be here at all, but for your woman?” The bartender refilled his shot. “You would be back in your cabin on your ranch in Colorado, relaxing by a fire, if she had not enticed you to take the stage to Wyoming.”

“You’d best leave her outta your conversation with me.” Flip glowered at him as he downed the second shot, feeling the whiskey burn down his throat. “None of this was her fault.”

“Oh, I’m sure not.” The bartender shrugged as he poured a third shot. “I’m sure she had nothing to do about tempting the other couple into insanity.” He paused, looking pointedly at Flip. “A woman who looks like your wife, possessing of her sinful beauty… I suppose you can’t blame her for wanting to incite other men. For wanting the attention of other men.”

Throwing back the third shot with a jerk of his head, Flip slammed the glass down roughly onto the bar. “I’ve had about enough-“

“The thing about some women, sir,” the bartender said brusquely, cutting Flip off. “Is that they need to be reminded who they belong to. Sometimes they forget, you see, if they’re not reminded. And if they forget, then sometimes…”

Flip glared at the bartender over the rim of his empty shot glass, still holding it near his lips, weighing the benefit of killing the man versus the hassle of having to pour his own drinks if he did so.

“Sometimes, they need to be punished. Sir.” The bartender reached for Flip’s glass, filling it to the brim and setting it down in front of him in an almost challenging gesture.

Despite himself, Flip felt the bartender’s words creep into his mind like rot spreading through a carcass. As he threw back the shot, the familiar grip of wrath’s fist began to tighten inside his chest.

“Doesn’t it make you angry, sir?” The bartender continued calmly, refilling Flip’s glass from a bottomless bottle. “Don’t you get mad enough to kill when you see other men looking at your wife? Trying to touch her? Do you really think it’s all their fault? Or perhaps, she encourages them.”

“My wife’s a pretty girl. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Flip gritted with a scowl instead of the usual smile that curled his lips at the thought of you. “Men are gonna look at her. She can’t help it when they’re assholes on top of lookin.’”

Taking another shot, Flip slammed the glass down hard enough to shatter on the bar top at the thought of men looking at you, leering at you, wanting to see you in the way that only he was allowed. Shards of glass bounced across the bar, glistening like diamonds in the dim light. Far from being upset at Flip’s outburst, the bartender smiled and placed a full fresh glass down in front of Flip.

You had been watching from the entrance to the saloon for a few minutes. Watching him from behind, you saw Flip’s broad shoulders hunch aggressively over the bar as he gritted in a hoarse tone to a spectral bartender. The bartender looked past Flip’s shoulder, fixing you with an evil smile, as he wiped the bar clean of broken glass.

“Flip?” you asked hesitantly, taking a few steps into the saloon.

Slowly, almost ominously, Flip swiveled in his barstool to face you. Resting his left arm on the bar, he brought his right hand to his hip, sucking his teeth as he appraised you.

“Hey, sugar,” he greeted you roughly, devoid of any of his usual warm affection, his eyes harsh as they regarded you. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I was waiting by the door when you came back inside,” you told him, keeping your voice calm and soothing, as you took a few steps closer. “You walked right past me like you couldn’t see or hear me at all.”

“Are you going to let a woman tell you such lies?” the bartender asked, leaning across the bar closer to Flip.

Flip’s eyes darkened at the man’s comments, his glare deepening and jaw clenching. You had seen Flip when he was seeing red, when he had been pushed over the edge into a rage by an outlaw or man who got too friendly with you. You were one of the few people who had seen him in that state who was still alive to reminisce about it.

“Don’t you see what’s happening here, Flip?” you asked, a pleading edge to your voice. Walking closer to Flip, you reached an arm out toward him, beckoning him into your touch. “That’s the bartender I saw talking to Poe and Finn earlier. The man you couldn’t see then. Now, he’s talking to you. Trying to push you over the edge too.”

“Over the edge into what, exactly?” Flip’s trigger finger traced the grip of his revolver from where his hand rested on his hip above it. A gesture that up until this moment you had always found interminably sexy.

“Wrath,” you said firmly, hazarding a brush of your fingers across his cheek. “He’s trying to push you into becoming the embodiment of wrath. To keep us here forever, imprisoned just like the other ghosts in this town.”

“I told you she was pretty,” Flip addressed the bartender while he kept his gaze fixed on you. “She’s smart as hell too.”

Finally leaning into your touch, Flip nuzzled into your palm like a great cat wanting to be petted, his throat rumbling with a purr in likewise fashion.

“I’ve been the embodiment of wrath for most of my fuckin’ life,” Flip growled dangerously at the bartender, casting him a sideways glare, while he still savored your touch. “But never with my girl.”

Skinning his pistol from its leather holster, Flip turned on his barstool to level the barrel at the bartender’s forehead.

“I guess you want to see that firsthand,” Flip gritted wickedly as he squeezed the trigger, sending a bullet through the bartender’s skull.

The bartender remained unfazed, looking at Flip with disappointment, as the bullet passed through his ghostly form and exploded into the mirrored wall behind him, shattering the mirrored glass. With a final defeated grimace, the man dissolved back into the abyss from which he came.

“You can’t kill him, Flip!” you exclaimed, clasping your hands over your ringing ears from the painful sound of the gunshot so close.

“I guess not, but it made me feel better.” Flip grinned at you with a dash of his normal sarcastic self.

“Get me the fuck out of here,” you commanded. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Flip agreed, returning his gun to its holster.

Rising from the barstool, Flip walked to Poe’s body where it lay on the floor. He knelt beside it to peel off his jacket. He then did the same to Finn. Returning to you, he held one jacket out for you to shrug on and then the other, helping you button the two jackets around your figure. He again knelt to fish the men’s gloves out from their pockets, seeing to it that you donned both pair.

“You need warmer clothes, too.” You shook your head with concern, knowing how cold Flip had gotten from only a few minutes outside while dressed in his long coat.

“Nothin’ here’s big enough for me, darlin.’” Flip huffed sardonically. “I’ll be fine. I didn’t just survive six murderers and a haunted hotel for a little snow to do me in.”

Taking your hand, Flip led you back through the hotel to its front entrance.

You expected to be hit with another glacial gust of air when Flip pushed the doors open. You almost choked on a sigh of relief when instead you were met with only a light snow, the blizzard having blown through. Outside, the pinks of dawn were just beginning to peak through the gray clouds above. Snow still fell from the sky, but only a flurry. The blizzard had passed over you and soon the lingering clouds would blow away themselves, leaving only a bright golden dawn and its warming sunlight.

Beside you, Flip smiled broadly down at you, as he came to the same realization.

Excitedly pulling you to the stables, Flip saddled two horses and bridled all four. Picking the two fittest horses, Flip helped you up into the saddle of the first before climbing onto the second himself. You would each lead another horse behind you, a contingency in case of more bad luck.

After only a few miles of riding out in the crisp light of dawn back toward civilization, the temperature had risen to a manageable chill. Looking back over your shoulder, the Virgil’s Overlook Hotel was nowhere to be seen, having vanished back into Purgatory with its newly acquired guests.

Riding beside you, Flip smiled down at you, knowing just as you did that you both would be just fine. And that in its own macabre way, this was a great start to your lives together as husband and wife, proving that nothing could come between you.

Flip Zimmerman was a notoriously ruthless and violent man. His temper was infamous and his rage the stuff of deadly legend. His reputation had been written over decades in the blood of the men who had crossed him. He had killed men, women, just about everything that lived and breathed at one time or another when duty called or when they came to gun him down. His wrath and skill had become tantamount to folklore. No one who had ever looked into his maliciously cold amber glare had ever lived much longer after that.

But when Flip looked at you, all he could see was the future he wanted reflected back in your eyes. All he could feel was just how much he fuckin’ loved you.

You were his salvation. You always had been.

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© safarigirlsp 2021

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red ghosts - SpicefullyYours - Red Dead Redemption [Archive of Our Own]

red ghosts - by SpicefullyYours on ao3 

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Reader (third person pov, can be read with oc in mind)

Length: 2812 words (3 chapters so far + chapter length varies) 

Rating: Mature

Chose not to use archive warnings (for now) 

cover art - screenshot from two mules for sister sara (1970)

Summary

A gunslinger like him at a time like this is the last thing a nun expects when she’s on her own quest for revenge.

ao3 tags    

Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Angst, POV Third Person, can be read as reader insert or with oc in mind, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Maybe - Freeform, Reader-Insert, reader presents as female, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Light Angst, Arthur Morgan Deserves Better, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No Spoilers, Warnings May Change, Not Beta Read, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Medium Honor Arthur Morgan, Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence

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