had to, didn’t i? hehe.

cw: sex mentions throughout, medplay, pain, daddy kink (brief mention), choking, blah blah place name proper name (reader is female in this btw!)

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

cassie mckay is the most gentle person EVER. you’ve seen how she is with patients, and she’s even softer when it comes to you. after overstimulating you to the point of tears, she’ll come up to place kisses on your face and bruised shoulders, telling you softly how good you’ve been, how beautiful you are and how much she loves you

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

she loves her hands, mostly because she knows you love them. they’re quick, skilled and strong, and can make you come undone within minutes. otherwise she thinks she’s pretty average (insane tbh because she’s so fucking beautiful) but you’re trying to change her opinion on herself.

with you, god she could write pages about everything she loves about you. she can’t choose just one part she adores. she loves the curve of your waist, your soft stomach, your lips, how smooth your skin is, she can’t get enough of you.

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

absolutely adores cum play, would taste all of your slick if she could. the first time you squirted she was almost in disbelief that she could make you do that, but she loved it. she loves the sound of your cunt as your cum soaks her fingers, nothing gets her off more.

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

i feel like she’d love the idea of breath play. she’d wrap her stethoscope around your neck and squeeze until you start to panic a little bit, something about knowing she could bring you round again really gets her going

also she is a service top through and through but LOVES it when you’re on top of her, pinning her hands down and grinding against her, the thought of you strapping her also drives her insane.

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

she’s had a fair few experiences, she’s older so knows what she’s doing, she’s been with more women than men and i can’t imagine chad really cared much about her pleasure.

she’s been out of the game for a while so is a little rusty but once she gets into the swing of things and learns your body and what makes you shake underneath her, she’s like a dog in heat and incredibly skilled.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

cassie loves pushing your legs up to your chest and spreading your folds, before ravaging your pussy until you’re writhing. she loves having full access to you and seeing all of you.

i feel like she LOVES a good scissor, holding your leg up on her shoulder and grinding her wetness against yours, she can’t get enough of the feeling.

also really into fucking you from behind and biting on your shoulder and back while whispering the dirtiest things in your ear.

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

i think she’d be a nervous giggler at first (we’ve seen how shy she can get bless her) but once things are properly getting going, all she’s focused on is your pleasure, the sounds you’re making and the way your body shakes.

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

she keeps everything somewhat tidy but also doesn’t really care. she got to a point where she stopped shaving down there entirely bc she knew no one would see. until she met you and went for a wax one time (she hated it), and you also much preferred her having hair anyway, it’s sexy on her.

as for you, she could not care less what you do with your hair as long as she gets to fuck you with her tongue.

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

cassie is a very gentle lover, she’s very intense and focused on how you feel. she wants you to feel loved and beautiful. she doesn’t see it as just sex, she wants it to be an experience every single time. she’s very talkative and big on praise, she loves knowing that you’re feeling good because of her.

she’ll spend ages on foreplay, caressing your skin, kissing your body all over, tracing circles on your thighs, even when you’re sucking her strap while she’s sat on the bed she’ll lean forward and kiss your forehead midway through.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

sometimes she likes to masturbate to help her sleep after a long shift, but she hasn’t really felt the need to get herself off since meeting you. she does love touching herself while going down on you or while you’re riding her face though.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

defo breath play like i mentioned earlier. kinda into medplay role play as well, telling you to take deep breaths for her as she examines you with gloves on.

massive fan of marking you up, your thighs are covered in hickeys. something about you causing her a little bit of pain also gets her going, she’ll encourage you to scratch her back up while being fucked, and then admire the damage after.

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

i really don’t think she’d have the nerve to fuck you while at work, the risk of potentially losing what she’s worked for in her career is too high and she also wouldn’t want the whole department hearing your pretty sounds.

however when you’re at home, she lets loose, she’s not opposed to fucking you wherever she wants.

one time she drove you guys to an abandoned car park at night, played some music and fucked you senseless in the back of the car. it was the hottest thing you guys ever did.

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

LOVES when you wear pretty lingerie, especially sets that she’s bought you. something about seeing you at work knowing you’re wearing a lacy bra she picked out under your scrubs turns her on.

she also loves it when you tell her to look at you while she’s going down on you, something about you bossing her around a little bit is so sexy.

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

i don’t think she’d be into heavy degradation, in your eyes she’s your pretty girl who makes her world go round, so why would she want to call you anything mean? the worst she’d do is be a little condescending when you’re being particularly teasing or desperate for her to fuck you.

otherwise i think she’d be pretty open into trying whatever you’d like.

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

cassie has her tongue out SO often i just KNOW her tongue game is amazing. she loves devouring you, she’s messy, sloppy and fast, adoring the taste of you. she keeps her eyes glued to you, lacing her hands in yours while she swirls her tongue deep inside you. that woman is a total munch and she loves it.

when receiving, she wasn’t used to anyone even bothering to make her cum, until you went down on her for what felt like hours, determined to make her cum again and again. she swear she nearly blacked out the first time you ate her out.

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

it depends on the mood. sometimes she’ll be so turned on that she’ll want a quickie before work, but most days she wants to enjoy you properly. she loves taking her time with you. even if you’re only needing a quick release she will absolutely oblige, fingering you skillfully until you’re a begging mess underneath her.

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

same as above, i feel like she wakes up horny sometimes and just NEEDS you, in any way she can. you’re very hard for her to resist, even a certain way you look at her or tone of voice you use can have her flipping you on your back.

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

while she likes to keep your sex life at home, she’s down to experiment with anything you want to try out. it was you who suggested doctor/patient role play after all, and although she was a bit hesitant at first, it’s now one of her favourite things to do. you’ve opened her eyes to so many new things that she wasn’t expecting.

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

she can definitely last a good two or three rounds, even if she needs a break in the middle (she’s oldddd 🫦), sometimes just grinding her cunt against yours lazily will do the trick if she’s horny but too tired to do much else.

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

i think she has a strap and does like to use it, howeverrrr my headcanon is she loves putting a vibrator between the two of you and see who cums first. it’s almost like an overstimulation game to her, she won’t remove it until you’ve came at least 3 times.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

she’s definitely a tease and she knows it, but she sees it as just exploring your body and learning what gets you going. you’ll get frustrated sometimes and push her head down but she just responds by pinning your hands by your sides before continuing her torment. she loves seeing you come undone before she’s even touched you properly.

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

i think she’s quite shy when making noise at first, then after a good few fucks she’s absolutely feral, grunting and moaning down your ear, talking you through it soooo sweetly, sounding so smug knowing you’re on the brink of cumming yet again. when you’re the one fucking her, she loses all control and starts gasping and groaning your name, not caring how desperate she sounds while you’re getting wetter by the second.

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

biggest daddy kink ever. that’s all. (i’ve written about this already hehe)

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

cassie has a gorgeous body, she’s insecure because she thinks it’s not what it used to be, she has a few wrinkles and stretch marks, but god you’ve never been more turned on by her when you see her undressed.

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

definitely high since being with you, some days it’s all she can think about. sex took a huge back burner before, and now she can’t get through the day without craving your taste and touch.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pls feel free to send me requests and things!

will you ever write for molly o'shea please 🙏🙏

hiiii thank u so much!! <3

i’m so obsessed with the pitt rn that my rdr obsession has taken a bit of a back burner but i can defo see if i can pull out some molly content one day, i love her and she deserved better :(

cassie mckay who loves watching the strap slide inside you, her mouth falling open as she gazes at it plunging in and out of your walls.

cassie mckay who will just randomly have her mouth hanging open while staring at you, to the point you have to playfully close it for her.

cassie mckay who also knows it turns you on seeing her with her mouth open and her tongue out, she’ll start playing up to it pretending she’s concentrating when really she’s just wanting you to notice.

cassie mckay who has an oral fixation and loves anything in her mouth. imagineeeee she’s trying to quit smoking (i know she’s sober i just feel like she can’t kick this habit) and will just nurse anything with her mouth. i feel like she’d steal tongue depressors from work just so she has something.

cassie mckay who in that same vein, LOVES marking you up. you are her new chew toy, she loves licking and biting your skin, sometimes she’ll just gently suck on the skin of your stomach or thighs without realising she’s doing it.

cassie mckay who is a lip biter. especially when it comes to you. her mouth will slowly fall open as she prizes your underwear off and she sees your cunt for the first time, before biting her lip knowing it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever seen.

i know it’s summer but i can’t stop thinking about this concept and i also can’t stop writing the first things that come into my head lol

cw: alcohol mentions (reader only!! cassie is sober ofc), mentions of devil costumes, mentions of fake blood, age gap (reader is in her 20s and cassies in her 40s), established wlw relationship, smut/suggestive themes idk what else tbh lol

cassie laughed fondly when you asked her to do a couples costume with her, saying she’s too old, but secretly wished she’d said yes once you tell her she could be ghostface, making a vow in her head to order a mask (so she could fuck you while wearing it)

for weeks you’ve been trying on various outfits, teaming revealing dresses with some sort of headwear. you played up to it everytime, asking her what she thought as you showed all of them off, watching your legs move in fishnets and stockings made her mouth dry.

she watches you get ready for a halloween themed club night. you’ve finally decided on a devil costume.

she’s in awe of how your black latex dress hugs your curves and can’t help but stare at the fake blood dripping down your chin to your cleavage, your devil horns being the final touch that makes it almost impossible for her to resist pinning you to the wall and slipping her fingers inside you.

she smirks as she receives tipsy selfies of you in the bathroom, getting off on the fact that despite all the music and noise, you’re thinking of her instead.

the next thing she receives is a video of you pouring more fake blood down your cleavage, the lights red in the background. despite seeing blood all day everyday, something about you being covered in it was so sexy.

cassie keeps her phone on her all night just in case you need her. your texts become more incoherent as the hours go on and she knows you’ll be needing her to pick you up soon. she never minds it when you get drunk without her, knowing you’re still young and just need to get it out of your system.

she comes to get you once the club closes, your expression brightening as soon as you see her despite being drunk. she makes sure you’re safe in the car, strapped in with a bottle of water (she’s such a good butch)

when you’re drunk, you’re horny, and she knows it. but she’d never have sex with you when you know you can’t fully consent.

“come on baby, you need water and sleep” she says, as you press kisses to her bicep.

“don’t you wanna take my costume off for me though, dr mckay?”, you know the effect it has on her when you call her that and it works. her knuckles grip the steering wheel a little tighter.

“jesus christ” she mutters, resolving to fuck you senseless when you’re sober and alert the next morning.

she’s been out of the game for so long that she worries she won’t be good enough or know what to do anymore.

she holds you like expensive glass she’s terrified of breaking. every touch from her is cautious and gentle.

“is this okay, baby? tell me if it’s not” she asks whenever she even brushes your folds. you reassure her nonetheless, almost begging her to just fuck you, but you don’t want to push her.

she’s got insane skills once she gets into a rhythm and knows how to work you every single time. she keeps her eyes on you and listens for every hitch of your breath, takes note of every movement, feeling more confident by the second as she swirls her tongue on your clit while you writhe under her.

give it a few months and that woman will KNOW how to fuck you. she’ll still be gentle and ask if you’re okay, but she’s definitely more heavy handed. she’ll hold both your hands above your head with one hand as she curls her fingers inside you.

you’ll be pleasantly surprised at how much her confidence has grown. cassie will not hesitate anymore. she’ll leave bite marks on your back as she pounds you into the mattress. hiking your leg over her shoulder effortlessly as she grinds her slick against yours. pushing your legs back so she has full access to your cunt and lapping you up, knowing the exact spots that make you see stars.

okayyyy we’re doing some drabble on cassie mckay with a daddy kink ! totally haven’t been daydreaming about this concept for ages lol

cw: mentions of age gap, reader is female and in her 20s, pretty heavy smut descriptions, use of daddy (ofc) and one mention of age play, just brainrot that i wanted to share tbh, i don’t write much esp smut so please be nice

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cassie discovered she had a thing for being called daddy after you said it by mistake while she was three fingers deep inside you. at first you were absolutely mortified and started blurting out apologies but if anything it spurred her on more.

“say it again for me, come on” she’d tell you, her fingers pumping in and out roughly.

“cass- daddy… please” you moaned shakily as she groaned down your ear. it truly unlocked something new for her. something about you being at least 15 years or so younger than her and helplessly calling her daddy as she talks you through your orgasm turned her on more than anything she’d ever experienced before.

i feel like she wouldn’t overdo it too much, keeping it mostly for when you’re very close to climaxing knowing it would push you over the edge. she’d keep it strictly to the bedroom too, she wouldn’t be too fond of the concept of age play.

saying that, she’d find it amusing whenever you’d reply to her selfies with ‘i know dada’, not quite getting the concept (she’s allergic to social media guys) but she’d find it adorably hot anyway.

you knew how to get her going most of the time anyway, but this new kink between you REALLY got her going. she loved having you on your knees sucking her strap, lips glossy and coated in spit as you take a breath of air, cassie telling you to keep going as you reply with a ‘yes daddy’. fuck, it made her want to ravage you.

contents: sadie adler x f!reader

pov: you’re a harlot in the 1700s and long for escapism with the fairer sex. your wishes are granted in the form of sadie adler.

(i’ve been rewatching harlots and thinking about sadie and it came together to form this fic)

disclaimer: reader is f! and lesbian, in her 20s!! mentions of sex work, mentions of comphet (forcing herself to sleep w men), fic is set in 18th century england so progression isn’t amazing for women back then. tiny hints of smut i guess but it’s more pure sapphic yearning

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London, 1760

The brothel smelled of perfume, sweat, and candle wax, a heady mix that clung to your skin as you walked through the dimly lit corridors. The laughter of drunken men spilled from the main hall downstairs, accompanied by the discordant sound of a piano being played with far too much enthusiasm and far too little skill. The air was thick with pipe smoke, curling in ghostly wisps through the low-hanging chandeliers.

You had learned to ignore the noise, the debauchery, the way men pawed at you with hands that had never known softness. It was your life—one of lace and rouge, of whispered lies and painted smiles. ‘The finest courtesan in the city’ they called you, and in a world where a woman’s worth was measured by what she could offer men, you had made yourself invaluable.

But it was all a performance.

Your body belonged to them, but your heart… your heart was caged. You had spent years locking it away, crushing the longing that stirred when a woman’s fingertips grazed your skin, when a lady’s lips brushed your cheek in a farewell that lingered too long. You had seen what happened to women who let those feelings slip through their pretty little facades. You had seen the ruin, the scorn.

So you had buried it deep.

Until the night she arrived.

The doors swung open with an abrupt force that sent a hush rippling through the parlor. You didn’t look up at first—new patrons were nothing unusual—but something in the air shifted. The murmur of voices lowered, the sharp scent of gunpowder and leather cutting through the usual sickly perfumes.

Then you heard her voice.

“I’m lookin’ for some fine company.”

It was not the slurred, lecherous drawl of a man looking to drown his loneliness in warm flesh. It was smoother, edged with something dangerous, something untamed. You turned your head, and there she was—leaning against the doorway like she owned the whole damn place.

She was unlike anyone you had ever seen.

She wore no silks or satins, no powdered wig to hide the wild golden hair that fell over one shoulder. Her clothes were travel-worn—brown leather, dusted with the road, a pistol strapped to her hip as though it were as much a part of her as her own hand.

And then there were her eyes, sharply assessing you. You felt something shift in your chest, something unfamiliar and terrifying.

You forced a practiced smile and smoothed your skirts, rising with a grace that belied the way your pulse hammered beneath your corset.

“That depends on the company you seek,” you said, voice sweet as honey, though your throat felt dry.

Her lips twitched—not quite a smile, but the ghost of one.

“I reckon I’ll take you,” she said simply, flicking a coin onto the table between you.

You reached for it, but before you could grasp it, her hand caught yours. Rough leather against soft skin. A touch that was not forceful, not demanding—just firm. Deliberate.

You swallowed, tilting your head. “And what is it you seek tonight, Miss…?”

She released you, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Sadie. Sadie Adler.”

Without another word, you led her upstairs, past the shadowed alcoves where other courtesans entertained their clients, past the prying eyes of the Madame who arched a brow at your choice of patron.

In the candlelit glow of your chambers, you turned to face her, expecting the usual motions—the pretense, the undressing, the transaction.

But Sadie merely leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed, eyes studying you like she was peeling back layers no one had dared touch before.

“You don’t belong here,” she murmured.

The words struck something deep inside you, something you had spent years trying to forget.

You let out a soft, breathy laugh, though it did nothing to steady you. “And where do I belong, then?”

Sadie pushed off the bedpost, stepping closer. “Somewhere you ain’t gotta pretend.”

Her voice was steady, but there was a softness there, an understanding.

You hated how much you wanted to believe her.

Her gloved fingers traced the lace at your wrist, not in possession, not in demand—but in question. A silent ask.

The room was quiet, save for the distant sound of rain beginning to patter against the window.

You swallowed. “You paid for an hour.”

Sadie exhaled through her nose, almost a laugh, but there was no amusement in her gaze. “That what you want? For me to pay you for this?”

You had played this game before. You had entertained noblemen who thought themselves charming, who feigned affection to ease their own guilt. But Sadie was not like them.

She was giving you an out.

You had spent your life being touched without being felt.

And yet, for the first time, someone was offering you the choice.

The silence stretched, fragile as spun glass.

Then, barely above a whisper, you spoke the most honest words of your life.

“No.”

Sadie smiled.

“Then come here, darlin’.”

For the first time in your life, you did not hesitate.

The space between you and Sadie disappeared with the quietest of movements. She reached for you, slow as the tide drawing back from the shore, giving you every chance to stop her.

You didn’t.

Her hands, clad in worn leather, traced the line of your corset where ribbon met fabric. Unlike the men who had come before her—clumsy, impatient, eager to take—Sadie’s touch was careful. Reverent.

She pulled off her gloves, one finger at a time, letting them drop to the floor before her fingers found the laces at your back.

“You alright?” she murmured, so low you almost didn’t hear it.

You swallowed, nodding, though you had never been more uncertain of anything in your life.

Sadie exhaled softly against your throat as she leaned in, her breath warm, teasing but never taking. Her hands moved slowly, tugging the ribbons loose, easing the tension from your ribs inch by inch. No one had ever undressed you like this—no rush, no fumbling hands, no tearing at fabric like you were something to be unwrapped and discarded.

Your corset fell open, slipping from your shoulders, leaving your chemise the only thing between you and the cool air. You shivered, but not from the cold.

Sadie pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, so light it was barely there.

“Y’know,” she murmured against your skin, “I never paid for an hour with someone just to take my time like this.”

You let out a breathy laugh, the sound unexpected, even to yourself.

“Then why are you?”

Sadie lifted her head, her lips curving into something soft, something knowing.

“‘Cause I figured no one ever has.”

Your heart clenched at that because she was right.

The men who had touched you before had done so with hunger, with greed. They had never asked, never waited. Never made you feel like you were anything more than a fleeting indulgence.

But Sadie…

Sadie made you feel like something precious.

Her fingers found the hem of your chemise, pausing again, waiting for permission.

You inhaled sharply, caught between fear and want. No one had ever touched you like this—like you mattered.

Slowly, tentatively, you covered her hand with yours, guiding it upward.

That was all the answer she needed.

She pulled the fabric over your head, leaving you bare in the candlelight. The fire in the hearth flickered, its glow casting golden light across your skin.

Sadie’s eyes roamed over you, but there was no hunger, no entitlement—only admiration.

She lifted a hand, brushing the back of her fingers down the curve of your spine, so gentle it sent a shiver through you.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.

The words sent warmth pooling in your stomach.

No one had ever told you that without wanting something in return.

Sadie cupped your face, tilting it up so you had no choice but to meet her gaze.

“You still alright?” she asked again, voice rough but tender.

You nodded.

She smiled, then leaned in, finally—finally—claiming your lips with her own.

Her kiss was slow, unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world. Her lips were warm, slightly chapped, tasting of whiskey and something untamed.

She kissed you the way a woman should be kissed. No force. No expectation. Just quiet, lingering want.

Your hands found her waist, tugging at her belt, but Sadie pulled back just enough to smirk against your lips.

“Easy, darlin’,” she murmured. “Ain’t no rush.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

There was always a rush, always a demand, a need to perform, to please. But Sadie… Sadie was waiting.

Your chest tightened, a strange ache settling beneath your ribs.

sooooo i wrote a lil fic bc i need to climb this woman like a tree. it defo could be continued but i had to write some brain rot anyway bc i think of that picture all the time. it’s nothing amazing pls don’t expect it to be !!!

cw: hints of smut, very suggestive, lots of making out, u know the drill

pairing: sadie adler x female!reader

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Behind Shady Belle, the camp was quiet, the soft chirping of crickets filling the humid night air. Sadie sat on the steps at the back of the manor, her flask of whiskey resting loosely in her grip as she stared out into the dark, savoring the stillness. The chaos of the gang felt far away, and for once, she felt like she could breathe.

That is, until you appeared.

Your footsteps were light but deliberate, a familiar rhythm that made Sadie glance up instinctively. Your figure emerged from the shadows, your hair catching the dim glow of the lantern light spilling out from the house. You weren’t just walking—you were sauntering, deliberately swaying your hips with the kind of confidence that made Sadie’s pulse spike before you even got close.

“You always sneak off like this?” you asked, your voice low and teasing as you stopped a few feet away, your hands on your hips.

“Just enjoyin’ some quiet,” Sadie muttered, her voice gruff as her eyes lingered on you longer than she meant to. The smirk that curled your lips told her you’d noticed.

“Mm-hmm,” you replied, taking a step closer. “Mind if I join you?”

Sadie opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, you swung a leg over and settled yourself directly onto Sadie’s lap, straddling her without hesitation.

The shock of it made Sadie freeze, her hands instinctively landing on your thighs as the warmth of your body sank against her. You smirked, clearly pleased with yourself, as you shifted just enough to make Sadie’s grip tighten.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’?” Sadie asked, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

“Getting comfortable,” you said, your tone light and casual as your hands rested on Sadie’s shoulders. “You’re not complainin’, are you?”

Sadie’s jaw tightened, her dark eyes narrowing as she tried to ignore the rush of heat pooling low in her stomach. “You’re gonna get us caught,” she muttered, her voice low and strained.

“Nobody’s gonna see us,” you replied, leaning in closer, lips brushing against Sadie’s ear. “Unless you’re planning to make enough noise to wake the whole camp.”

Sadie growled softly, her fingers flexing against your thighs as her self control started to slip. “You’re real full of yourself, you know that?”

You just laughed, low and husky, as you rolled your hips against Sadie’s lap in a slow, deliberate motion. The friction was enough to make Sadie’s breath hitch, her hands gripping your thighs even tighter.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, your voice dripping with mock innocence. “Am I makin’ it hard for you to think straight?”

Before Sadie could respond, you leaned down, your lips brushing against Sadie’s neck. You kissed her there, slow and purposeful, your soft lips trailing over the sensitive skin just below Sadie’s jaw. As you kissed, you rolled your hips again, the combination of your movements and mouth sending a jolt of pure, unbearable heat through the blonde woman underneath you.

“Christ, Y/N,” Sadie groaned, her head tipping back slightly as her grip on your hips tightened.

You smiled against her neck, nipping lightly at her skin before soothing the spot with your tongue. “Mm, there’s my cowgirl,” you murmured, your voice thick with satisfaction. You rolled your hips again, your movements more deliberate now, drawing a deep, guttural sound from Sadie that made your smirk widen.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy,” Sadie growled, her voice rough as her hands slid up to grip your waist, trying, and failing, to hold you still.

“Maybe that’s the point,” you whisper, lips brushing against Sadie’s ear as you moved against her again, your body pressing closer. “Or maybe I just like seeing what you do when I push you this far.”

Sadie’s resolve snapped. With a low growl, she grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer, your bodies flush as her lips claimed yours in a kiss that was hot and urgent, all restraint gone. You moaned softly into her mouth, your fingers tangling in Sadie’s hair as you kissed her back just as fiercely.

When you broke apart, your breath was coming in shallow pants, cheeks flushed as you looked down at Sadie with a mix of triumph and hunger. “Is that all you got?” you teased, though your voice trembled slightly.

Sadie smirked, her hands sliding up to grip your thighs again. “Not even close,” she muttered, her lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, leaving heated kisses and light bites that made you gasp and squirm against her.

“You’re not stoppin’ me this time, darlin’,” Sadie growled against your neck, her voice thick with need. “But we ain’t finishin’ this out here.”

You blinked, your teasing grin faltering slightly as Sadie’s words sank in. “You’re serious,” you murmured, though the heat in your gaze hadn’t dimmed.

“Damn right I’m serious,” Sadie muttered, her voice rough as her hands tightened on your hips. “Now get up before I lose the last shred of patience I got.”

With a grin that was equal parts mischievous and breathless, you slide off Sadie’s lap, letting your fingers linger on Sadie’s shoulders as you stood. “Alright, cowgirl,” you said, your voice low and sultry. “Lead the way.”

Sadie stood, her hand catching yours as she pulled you towards her tent without another word. By the time you reached it, neither of you cared about anything but the fire blazing between you. Sadie backed you against the canvas wall, her lips crashing against yours again, her hands roaming with purpose as you melted into her touch.

“You’re mine tonight,” Sadie murmured against your lips, her voice rough with promise.

pairing: sadie adler x slightly fem!reader

cw: sex talk ofc, mentions of knives and blood, just absolute smut tbh lol

i haven’t seen one of these written for sadie as far as i could tell so i had to do it myself for everyone’s fave cowgirl. this is purely just my own thoughts !!

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

Sadie is huuuuge on aftercare. She’s such a lover girl, she’d almost feel guilty for getting too carried away and leaving marks or bruises all over you. The second she sees you wincing, she’s there peppering kisses over the sore areas and running you a bath. She also loves praising you, telling how amazing you felt and how beautiful you are.

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

Sadie loves her hands, and she loves them even more because you love them. Girl is amazing with her hands, she knows exactly how to make you unravel, and even feeling her calloused fingers brush against you gently makes you feel weak.

As for you, she loves your hips and thighs. I feel like her favourite thing to do is grip onto them while you ride her face, sometimes the tiniest bit too hard. She loves your eyes too, especially when your pupils dilate in pleasure. She’s just obsessed with every single part of you and finds a new part to love every day.

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

Sadie is a munch, this is canon (in my head), so she loves how messy you get when you cum over and over on her tongue and fingers. It’s intoxicating, like the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted. She’s definitely made you squirt a couple of times and found it the sexiest thing ever, making sure to clean you with her tongue after so not a single drop is wasted.

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

She won’t ever admit it, but she loves when you return to camp after a mission, covered in gun oil, sweat and blood, something about it makes her absolutely feral, especially as you pride yourself on your appearance, seeing you in an absolute mess makes her want to make you look even messier underneath her.

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

She’s only been with Jake (as far as we know) and didnt think she’d ever meet anyone who made her feel this way again. Especially not another woman. She knew she always LIKED women but didn’t know how to go about it. So, you are her first wlw experience but you wouldn’t have thought it when fucking her for the first time, girl picked things up FAST, mostly because she was desperate to please you but she loved studying your body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Idc what anyone says, Sadie is a huge scissoring fan. Sure, she loves strapping you if she’s feeling a bit tired and loves seeing you filled up, but the feeling of you underneath her as your wetness collides? God. Something about actually feeling your arousal against hers and seeing the way your hips move makes her go insane.

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

Sadie definitely sees sex as an emotional bond, and when you’re both really getting into it, she is very serious about pleasuring you. However, she will let out a soft chuckle when you’re begging her to fuck her, or when you try to dominate her (doesn’t happen often, Sadie is a top 99% of the time especially in later chapters).

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

I mean, is anyone groomed well down there in 1899? Especially in an outlaw gang where it can be a matter of life or death at any moment? Probably not. But she does try to keep everything as tidy as possible. As for you, she couldn’t care less what you do with your hair, as long as she can make you cum, she’s happy.

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

During your more intimate moments, she is focused on you, and only you. This woman adores you and wants you to be reminded of it any chance she gets. She loves telling you how beautiful you are as you unfold beneath her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She isn’t huge on masturbation, getting you off is more than enough for her, however she loves watching you touch yourself while whispering the dirtiest things in your ear, and in those moments it’s almost impossible for her not to touch herself too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s a huuuuge fan of fucking you in public, out of sight of everyone else but the risk that you could be caught is so sexy to her. She’ll pull you back round the saloon in Valentine and cover your mouth as she fingers you, watching as you unravel. “Gotta keep quiet for me honey, don’t want no one hearing those pretty noises except for me” she’ll mutter, grinning to herself as you whimper behind her hand. She also loves marking you up, often leaving a huge hickey on your neck, with other camp members asking you in the morning how you got such a huge bruise, smirking into her coffee as you find an excuse.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sometimes she wishes camp was a little more private, sure she’s happy enough having sex on your cots in your respective tents, but she’s a romantic at heart and will sometimes book a hotel room just so you can have a proper bed to share and not have to worry about noise (to some extent).

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

With you, it could be anything, the way your hips moved in your clothes, the way you bent down to get something, watching your deft fingers move on your gun, anything at all could make her have this sudden primal need to take you right there and then. And you know it too, sometimes you’ll deliberately show a little too much skin while she watches you doing chores around camp, or adjust your corset in front of her, watching her lose composure over you was all part of the fun.

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

She wouldn’t do anything that’ll cause you any long term pain or injury. To her, you’re the most perfect little thing and she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. That’s not to say she isn’t opposed to being very rough with you in the heat of the moment, if you give her the go ahead to put her hand round your throat, she’ll do it no problem, but only with your full permission and consent.

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

Like I mentioned before, Sadie is an oral queen, she will become so pussydrunk within moments of going down on you. She doesn’t like to tease either, to her you’re the most delicious thing she’s ever had, and her favourite place to be is between your thighs, barely coming up for air while you’re gripping anything you can. She’s messy with it and knows just how to work you until you’re cumming over and over again. Girl could go multiple rounds just because she loves the taste of you so much.

When receiving, honestly she hasn’t felt anything so incredible in her life, at first she doesn’t like to ask you to go down on her (she’s stubborn we all know this), but over time she craves your sweet mouth especially after a rough day, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

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

It really depends on whether you have enough time. Those nights where you can fuck for hours at a time are a dream for both of you, she knows how to take care of you and time isn’t important when it comes to your pleasure. However, if you both know there won’t be much time on your hands for sex, she’s not opposed to quickly fucking you with her fingers in her tent.

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

Sadie is more than happy with a quickie, even when she knows you have somewhere to be, she’ll pull you behind some trees while you’re out and have her way with you because ‘you’re just too damn sexy to resist, darlin’, and it makes you fold everytime. She’s also a big fan of morning sex, loving the early hours where the camp is silent and she can have you all to herself.

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

Sadie loves a risk, she loves the idea of someone catching you both going at it in a bustling high street. While she loves keeping you all to herself, she wants everyone to know how fucking good you sound.

She’s also super happy with any sort of experimenting, anything you’re up for, she’ll try it at least once.

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

Sadie could go for hours if she could, until you’re absolutely fucked out and dizzy. We all know she has insane stamina and strength anyway, and would definitely use that to her advantage. She loves coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you, praising you as she does it.

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

I feel like Sadie wouldn’t be a huge vibrator fan, she wants to be the one to do all the work on you and know it was her who makes you shake underneath her. However, of course she owns a strap (I feel like she would’ve made it herself lol) and will use it on you when she’s feeling lazy or you ask specifically, she almost wishes the strap was part of her so she could REALLY feel you with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh she’s a big lover of edging, she loves hearing the sweet sounds of you begging her to touch you. If she’s feeling really mean, she’ll do this all day to the point you’re on the verge of tears from desperation. It’s also a way of her punishing you if you tease her too much as well throughout the day.

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

Sadie isn’t the loudest herself, usually just grunting or panting as she fucks you, but she makes very guttural moans when she’s about to cum. She will almost moan into your pussy as she’s eating you out, as if she could cum from that alone. When it comes to you, she encourages noise, she loves to hear how incredible she’s making you feel, she wants to hear all of it.

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

Okay I know I said she wouldn’t want to do anything that causes you injury BUT, my headcanon for Sadie is that she has a huge knife kink.

She’s incredible skilled and careful with it but god, seeing your pupils dilate with a mixture of arousal and terror while she holds her knife against your throat as she warns you not to make a sound while she fucks you, running the blunter side of the knife down your body and seeing you gasp from the coldness, it drives her insane.

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

Pretty damn high since meeting you, she pined after you for a long time and when she finally got you all to herself, she was making the most of it. She’ll be playfully teasing you and flirting with you most of the time, knowing her voice and sweet words make you fold. You’re the sexiest woman alive, even thinking about you for a moment or having sex flashbacks make her yearn for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)