#braincell reader

Ruin Me Gently

Beth Dutton x Fem!Reader x Rip Wheeler

Warnings: Polyamory, Showering Together, Shower Sex, Age Gap, Threesome, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Hand Jobs, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cuckolding, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Blow Jobs, Hair-pulling, Fucking, Belly Bulge, Enthusiastic Consent, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Crying During Sex, Breeding Kink, Degradation, Objectification, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Aftercare, Domestic Fluff, Not Beta Read, Happy Ending

Word count: 2615

Shower sex with Beth and Rip.

What more can a girl want?

After the hell the three of you have been through tonight, it’s more than fair to say that a shower is in order.

Clothes are easily stripped away then tossed carelessly on the bedroom floor. Rip follows his wife into the shower. She twists the handle, causing warm water to spray out of the shower head above them. Their eyes fall to you while you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra before shimming out of it and letting it fall to the cool bathroom floor. You take the hand Beth extends towards you, allowing her to draw you into their orbit.

A warm shower is exactly what you need right now.

You close your eyes and tip your head back as you let the heavy droplets fall onto your hair and skin, feeling the tension of the day leave your body. You drag a wet hand down your face to cool it before opening your eyes to look at the other two people in the isolated space. To no surprise, Beth and Rip are making out, kissing all needy with lust and love. Her eyes find yours when Rip breaks away to kiss and nip at her throat. A sly smile pulls at her lips as she maintains eye contact with you while her hand drifts down to her husband’s hardening cock.

You feel yourself becoming wet from something other than the water streaming down on you.

You cross the distance between you as you’re hopelessly drawn to her once more like a sailor to a siren. Beth cups the side of your face, her thumb caressing your cheekbone. Your eyes fall shut as you melt into her touch. Her finger drifts down your face till it’s near your mouth. As if in a trance, you don’t think twice about taking her thumb into your mouth. She presses the pad of her finger against your tongue for a moment or two before thrusting her thumb at a slow, starting pace.

You moan without meaning to. The vibrations around Beth’s thumb sends a thrill down her spine, causing her nipples to harden to the point of pain. She bites her lower lip when you begin to suck on her thumb, your cheeks hollowing with each intake.

“Fuck. You’re taking me like a goddamn champ and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet”

“Not even close” Rip adds, his voice breathy from the way his wife’s handling his cock. He steals a kiss from her before backing her against the wall where she positioned his tip at her waiting entrance. Their foreheads touch when he sinks into Beth’s warm, inviting cunt. “Lord have mercy”

“He isn’t anywhere close to us, baby. Not tonight”

Beth looks at you from the corners of her eyes.

“Let’s show our dove here exactly why that is”

A grin spreads across Rip’s face. “Yes, ma’am”

He lifts her up with ease, his large hands settling under her thighs as she wraps her legs around his waist. The glass surfaces of the shower steam up as you watch the couple in front of you fuck with animalistic tendency. Your breathing slows while your heart races with both excitement and want. You don’t take your eyes off them. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. You’re utterly captivated.

Your hand drifts between your thighs.

Beth snaps her fingers at you twice without Rip halting his thrusts. She doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand what she means.

You frown, but pull your hand away. The ‘Good girl’ look Beth gives you with her eyes is almost taunting. You clench your thighs together and try to ignore the pestering ache you feel between them.

You don’t know how much time passes before you decide to finally break their spell on you and turn away from them. You might as well shower for real instead of letting the water go to waste.

You bite your lip when you hear them cum at the same time. Beth lets out a moan that makes you weak in the knees while Rip grunts like a beast.

While washing your face, a pair of hands settle on your hips. Their owner’s lips find the side of your neck, soft, plump lips planting open-mouthed kisses on your skin. Beth turns your head to the side so that you’re face to face before she leans in and claims your lips in a kiss that is all tongue and teeth. It’s sloppy and hasty. You fucking love it.

When Beth pulls away, your pupils have dilated and your mouth is still open. She licks your lips in a slow wet stripe before backing you against the wall this time. To her surprise, you sink down to your knees. She stares down at you, the sight of you kneeling before her taking the air from her lungs.

“Please” You breathe out, your hands roaming up her legs with desperate need. “Let me taste you”

You don’t wait for a response. You know what it’s gonna be. What it always is. That’s why you’re already licking at the most sensitive part of her. You hook her leg on your shoulder before holding her and eating her out properly like a starving animal.

Once again, your voracity takes Beth by surprise. If it wasn’t for her husband coming to stand beside her and putting a steady hand on her back, she’s sure she would’ve lost her balance entirely.

Your eyes are sealed shut as your lips and tongue work in tandem to take every ounce of pleasure they can from Beth’s godsend cunt. While one of your hands grips the back of her thigh, the other reaches next to her for Rip’s cock. Your hand wraps around it, the tips of your fingers barely touching from his daunting girth. You feel him harden fully under the touch of your palm. You stroke him gently at first, taking in his intimidating length. He curses softly underneath his breath.

“Look at how eager she is to make us feel good, darling” Beth tells Rip as she leans her head on his shoulder. She moans when you curl your tongue inside of her. Her hand flies to your head, fingers tangling in your hair to steady herself. “She’s like something out of a goddamn amateur porno”

Beth almost loses her composure when she cums on your mouth. The loud moan that tears from her throat is almost as rewarding as getting to taste her essence on your tongue. She tastes like heaven itself. Your lips are glossy when you finally pull away from her after sucking on her clit one last time. You don’t give yourself time to recover before taking Rip’s cock into your mouth. Well, what you can of him. Beth’s fingers tighten in your hair, unsure of whether in warning or encouragement.

Rip has to force himself to breathe. Beth notices and smiles before kissing him, adding to his pleasurable torture. Her hand doesn’t leave your hair. On the contrary, she pushes your head forward so that you’re taking in more of her husband’s cock. Your throat convulses happily around the welcoming intrusion. You suppress the urge to gag when the tip of your nose touches Rip’s pelvis. You don’t remember him being this big.

You take a moment to adjust to him before bobbing your head up and down his cock. You feel Beth helping you along with the way she pushes and pulls your head. At some point her hand leaves your head as it’s replaced by Rip’s. He starts moving his hips while holding your head still.

You’re too lost in your own pleasure to make out the filthy words of encouragement Beth says to Rip. His balls slap against your chin at a steady rhythm. His hips stutter when he cums, streaks of white shooting down your throat. He grunts while holding your head and milking every last drop into your mouth. Rip’s cock slips from your mouth when he pulls away. Beth reaches for your cheeks and squeezes them with one hand.

You tilt your face up as you open your mouth for her to see. An impressed smirk graces her features when she finds your mouth empty. She helps you to your feet before kissing you passionately. She backs away with you in her arms till her back is pressed firmly against the shower wall. Her hands roam over your back while she deepens the kiss.

Rip guides your hair away from your neck before leaning down to kiss the side of your throat. He positions himself at your entrance, the blunt head of his cock nestled between your folds.

You moan into his wife’s mouth when he drives into you without warning. He buries himself to the hilt inside of you. Beth breaks the kiss. She looks down at your body, her hand drifting from your chest to your stomach then lower abdomen till she can feel the faint tip of her husband’s cock inside of you.

“Jesus. He’s deep, isn’t he?”

You nod, agreeing with her.

Beth guides your hair away from your face, her expression serious now. “Do you want us to stop?”

“No. I can take it”

Suddenly, she smiles. “Attagirl”

You notice her looking at Rip behind you. The look in her eyes says something that her mouth doesn’t. You meet her gaze. “What is it?”

You can tell that Beth was trying to figure out a way to say what she wanted to say by using the right words. At some point she just gives up and comes out with it. “Have our baby, Y/N”

Your eyes widen, but not out of shock. No, they widen out of pure excitement. “Really?”

“Rip and I have been thinking about it for a while. For the first time in our lives, we finally have some real stability together. And now with you-“

You cut her off. “Yes”

Finally, Rip speaks again. “Yes, what?”

“I’ll do it. I’ll have your baby”

Beth is slightly taken aback by your eagerness. “Really? You’re agreeing just like that?”

“Beth, I’m dangerously in love with both of you. For me to help you start a family together.. The thought makes my stomach churn in the best way possible. So shut up and let Rip put a baby in me, please!”

Beth huffs a laugh. “As you wish, babygirl”

Rip puts his hand on the back of your neck. He doesn’t apply any real pressure, but the weight of it is there. You gasp when he starts moving his hips, his cock thrusting back and forth inside of you in a way that threatens to leave you speechless. When he picks up the pace, you start wondering if you’ll be able to walk properly tomorrow, if at all.

Beth’s arms slot around your waist. You brace one hand against the wall right next to her head while the other snaked its way between her legs. You don’t take your eyes off her as you push two fingers into her cunt. She moans softly at the intrusion, but holds your gaze. You start moving your fingers.

The sound of moans, ragged breathing and skin slapping against skin fills the bathroom.

“I love you so fucking much” You tell Beth just before another moan spills from your lips as Rip’s thrusts grow faster and harder, each of them sending your body forward with a jolt. Tears of unfiltered pleasure well up in your eyes.

Beth wipes them away with one hand while the other kneads your breast, her thumb circling your nipple. “You’re so pretty when you’re being bred like this, sweetheart. Just taking and taking daddy’s cock til he fills you with his cum. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? To be our little breeding bitch?”

You moan at the way she degrades you.

The corners of Beth’s lips curl upwards in a smile that is almost all teeth. “Such a good, obedient girl. You’re too numb to deny what a cumslut you are”

Her breath hitches when you make her cum, her velvety walls clenching around your fingers. You pull them out of her. Before you have a chance to wipe them on your thigh, she grabs your wrist and brings your hand to her mouth. You blink twice when she takes your fingers into her mouth and starts licking them clean. That was the final push you needed. You let out a pathetic moan when you cum, your inner walls clenching around Rip’s cock.

“Fuck” He curses before climaxing right after you.

You can practically feel his balls being drained as he spills his little swimmers inside of you. You lose your balance and lean your forehead against Beth’s chest. She wraps her arms around your upper back and holds you close till her husband is done. After a minute, Rip finally pulls out of you. You wince a little bit at the loss of contact. It’s immediately forgotten when both Rip and Beth press a kiss to your head and praise you for all you did.

After you’ve come down from your highs, the three of you take a much-needed refreshing shower.

Beth and Rip’s hands are soft and gentle as they clean your body after washing themselves. She washes your hair while he cleans you gingerly with the loofah. When they’re done, you all step out and dry off before getting dressed for the night.

You put on one of Beth’s shirts that smells like her and Rip combined. The collar is a little big and the hem barely stops mid-thigh. You decide not to put on shorts tonight. Carter is at his girlfriend’s so the three of you have the house to yourselves.

After gulping down half a glacier freeze Gatorade, you hop into bed with Beth and Rip and settle between them under the covers.

Beth is lying on her side with her head propped up on her elbow. Her eyes are fixated on you and her husband. While you trace the scar around her left eye, her other hand settles on your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You hum in acknowledgment.

Her eyes roam over your face. “You know that we want you to raise this kid with us, right? We don’t just want you to be a human incubator for us because I can’t have kids of my own”

You reach down to squeeze the hand that’s on your stomach. You caress her wedding ring. “I know”

“Beth’s right” Rip says. “This partnership goes three ways now. It always did, but this here makes it official” His hand also settles on your stomach, right below where you’re holding Beth's own hand. “And I swear as god is my witness, we’ll never let anything bad happen to either of you”

“Not even over our dead bodies” Beth adds.

You smile up at them before pressing a chaste kiss to each of their lips. “In a few months when I’m all fat and hormonal, it’ll take a lot less than that to make me cry. So enjoy my dry eyes while I’m still being reasonable. Now, I love you two so much, but I’m all tuckered out so can we go to sleep?”

Beth and Rip share a glad and knowing look before turning off the nightlamps on their sides of the bed. They each drape an arm over your body. To no surprise, you fall asleep first, your soft snores filling the space between them. Beth follows soon after.

Weekend Lover pt 1

Beth Dutton x Fem!Reader x Rip Wheeler

Warnings: age gap, undefined relationships, morning after, domestic fluff, conflict, separation, hospitalization, angst

Word count: 2750

Starting over in Texas was supposed to be simple. New land, new rules. Just Beth, Rip and their son, Carter, against the world.

Then you came along.

Drawn into their orbit, you become something more than an outsider, reshaping the life they thought they wanted into something deeper, riskier, and impossible to walk away from.

Beth awakens to find her husband staring at her, his soft baby blue eyes filled with unconditional love as he smiles warmly. “Good mornin’, baby”

She returns his smile. “Mornin’, handsome”

They share a kiss, soft and gentle. Rip delicately strokes her hair, fingers tangling in light auburn strands. Beth pulls away and rests her chin on his chest as she looks at him through her lashes.

“Where’s Y/N?”

As if on cue, the sound of you cursing somewhat loudly reaches their ears. Rip gestures hopelessly to their ajar bedroom door. “There’s your answer”

Beth playfully swats his shoulder before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.

Rip shamelessly lets his eyes roam over his wife’s naked figure before it's hidden away under a silk robe that she ties loosely around her waist.

“I’m gonna go check on her”

“Mh. Make sure she’s ain’t burning down our kitchen”

Beth shoots him a playful look before rolling her eyes and leaving the bedroom. Her feet pad across the floor as she walks through the house. When she reaches the kitchen, she sees you wiping something off the counter with a napkin that you throw into the trash can when you’re done.

You let out a frustrated breath before turning around and locking eyes with her. Your shoulders sag, some of the tension leaving them. “Hey”

“Hey”

You stare at Beth’s exposed chest as she makes her way towards you. You subconsciously lick your lips. She lets out an amused hum, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips before she reaches past you to retrieve her mug from the cupboard. Her free hand grasps at your hip, squeezing teasingly.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home”

You freeze up for a moment, your breath caught in your throat. You didn't think much about making breakfast this morning; simple pancakes with cut fruits on the side. You also brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Fuck. “Sorry. I should’ve asked before doing all of this. I just wanted to.. repay you for last night” You cringe internally at your choice of words.

“So what you’re saying is that we fucked you so good, you’re rewarding us with pancakes. Is that right?” Beth has her back turned to you while she pours coffee into her mug. “Does that mean the other times weren’t as reward-worthy?”

“No. Yes. I mean-“

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m fucking with you”

You watch Beth put creamer and sugar into her coffee. You breathe out. “I hate it when you do that”

“Not my fault you’re so easy to trick”

Beth turns around to face you. She leans against the counter while raising the mug to her lips. After she’s taken a sip, the warm liquid easing down her throat when she swallows, she palms the mug with both hands, letting the heat that the coffee provides sting her flesh like a thousand tiny lightning bolts.

She watches as you maneuver around the kitchen to make yourself a plate. Two fluffy pancakes stacked on top of each other with mixed fruit on the side. Her head tilts curiously when you pour maple syrup onto a saucer that you put on your plate. You take your plate and put it on the dining table in front of one of the chairs. You go back into the kitchen for a glass of orange juice and see that Beth has made herself a plate too. She joins you at the table. You eat in comfortable silence.

Rip comes in maybe fifteen minutes later dressed in his usual long sleeve black denim shirt and blue jeans combination. He stands behind Beth before leaning down to press a kiss on top of her head.

The two of them engage in casual conversation. You subconsciously tune them out, their voices fading into white noise as you continue to eat your breakfast. At some point, Beth taps her fork against your plate, causing you to look up at her.

“Are you listening to me?”

You blink. “Yeah. Of course I am”

“Really? What did I just say to Rip?”

“Something about.. the ranch?”

You hear Rip huff a laugh from the kitchen.

When Beth stares you down for your response, you smile awkwardly at her with all thirty-two teeth before digging back into your breakfast. You stab a piece of pineapple. “Okay, so I wasn’t paying attention. You weren’t even talking to me”

“That’s irrelevant. You can’t disassociate like that when Rip and I are talking. Not with us”

“Fine”

Beth clenches her jaw at your flippant response. She stands up with force, her chair scraping loudly across the floor as a result. She puts her empty mug on top of her equally empty plate. “Sometimes I don’t even know why I bother with you, Y/N”

Your hand stills, your fork completely rigid in the piece of pancake you had just cut. You look up to see the older woman walking away from you as she heads into the kitchen. You flinch when you hear her toss the dishes into the sink.

You purse your lips. Your chair doesn’t make a sound when you stand up and go upstairs, your feet padding quietly as they ascend the staircase.

In the kitchen, Rip stands beside his wife as she - somewhat angrily - washes the dishes.

“That girl..” Beth laughs in disbelief at your sheer fucking audacity. “I’m convinced she does this on purpose sometimes just to piss me the fuck off”

“Looks like she’s doing a great job”

Beth scoffs humorously while rinsing off a plate and putting it on the rack to dry. “You don’t find it irritating when Y/N acts like that?”

Rip sucks a breath through his teeth. “Doesn’t bother me” He says, a toothpick nestled between his lips at the right edge of his mouth.

“Well, maybe it should”

“Baby, I think you’re forgetting that Y/N’s a lot younger than us. She’s from Carter’s generation and they’re all sorts of different from us. They’re more observant and sensitive. At least Y/N is”

“She’s not made of glass, Rip”

“No” Rip agrees, his eyes looking out the casement window above the sink. “Y/N’s made of something far worse. You knew that the moment we met her”

Beth presses her lips into a thin line as she recalls the night when she and Rip first saw you.

It was at a bar. Beth and Rip were fairly new to town and Carter was out on a date so they decided to have a little night-out of their own. The bar wasn’t crowded, but it was certainly lively. You were behind the bar, half-assing the drink orders of people who were far too drunk to complain.

Then you saw them.

Your eyes fell on Beth first. Your lips parted involuntarily at the sight of her. Rip wasn’t bad looking either, but something about the redhead made your heart skip a beat. When her light green eyes finally found yours, it was like everything went still. Then she bared her teeth in a smile that felt both like a tease and a warning.

You were in their grasp before you even knew it.

That was almost two months ago.

Presently, Beth turns around to lean against the sink. Her arms are crossed over her chest. “I don’t understand why she’s so avoidant one minute and then all clingy and wanting the next”

“Hm. Remind you of someone?”

Beth playfully hits her husband, causing him to chuckle. He shakes his head before finally fixing himself something to eat, a teasing smile still lingering on his lips. She’s smiling now too.

It falters a little when she takes Rip’s words into consideration. He’s not wrong. As much as she hates to admit it, Y/N reminds her of the girl she used to be. The girl who played with Rip’s feelings whenever it suited her. That girl was selfish and angry at the world for what had been done to her.

Beth’s thoughts are interrupted when she hears a car engine start followed by the sound of tires reversing in a hurry. She makes it outside just moments before Y/N’s white Chevrolet Camaro disappears from view as it's driven further and further away from the Dutton ranch.

Inside the car, you mask an emotionless expression. You’re done with the Dutton’s. You won’t stay where you’re not wanted. Not again.

Two weeks or so pass by. You haven’t seen or heard from either Beth or Rip. The latter is probably (and definitely) more of an issue on your part because you blocked their numbers the second you came home after you left their ranch. As for the former, well.. you’ve been kind of cooped up in your apartment every day. You’ve been eating all sorts of weird food combinations (mostly because your groceries were running out, but also) to ignore the hole you feel in your chest. The yogurt and pickles are a wake-up call. So, at 7PM, you get off your ass, put on a hoodie to go with your sweats, grab your purse and go out to get some real food to eat.

You drive to your local Chinese restaurant and order enough food to feed a family of three minimum. You’re so hungry that you eat the entire container of chow mein right there in the parking lot. You’re also so invested in your meal that you don’t seem to notice the elderly owner’s wife shaking her head in clear disappointment from the outward corner of the partly vacant restaurant.

After that, you go home.

Once you’re back in the safety and comfort of your apartment, you dig into the rest of your food. What’s leftover is put into the fridge for another day.

You decide to call it a night.

But not before you rush to the bathroom to throw up into the toilet. You hold your hair back as you retch and heave into the bowl, vomit spilling from your mouth like a faulty faucet. Once you’re sure you’re done throwing up, you flush the mess away and go to the sink to clean your hands and mouth. Afterwards, you go into the kitchen to grab a can of sprite. You take a few sips hoping to relieve some of your nausea. You drink about half before putting the can back into the fridge and going to bed.

The next morning you go back to work. You’re grateful to your boss for allowing you to take a few days off of work. And they say working at a bar doesn’t have its perks (besides the free booze).

You stock up on alcohol then when you’re done you help with what you can in the kitchen as a way to make up for the days you missed. You make a joke to the line-cook, Travis, while you help him dice up a couple onions. You tell him not to undercook the chicken because you think got food poisoning from the chicken you ate at that Chinese restaurant. You told him how you threw up and he glanced at you from the corners of his judgmental brown eyes, effectively silencing you. TMI I guess.

When Hannah, your coworker, mentions that she left her phone at home, you offer to walk with her to her apartment. You didn’t realize how fucking hot it was going to be. While Hannah obliviously chats away, you take off your jacket and tie it around your waist. Beads of sweat drip down your forehead, shoulders and arms from where your tank top leaves you exposed. You swallow thickly as your feet start to feel heavier and heavier. Your skin feels hot and you swear you can hear your heart beating out of your chest. Your skin feels dry now.

The last thing you hear is Hannah calling your name before everything fades to black.

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by the sight of a square white ceiling. There’s a sort of sterile scent in the air that makes you scrunch up your nose from the strength of it. The last thing you register is a heart monitor beating to your left. You look to your right and lay eyes on the last two fucking people that you wanted to see.

You sit up immediately. “Wha-“ You pause, your mouth feeling like you have just eaten hot sand.

Rip gets up from his seat to pour some cold water into your cup. Beth remains rooted to her chair.

Despite being upset, you grab the cup when he hands it to you and drink it in big, needy gulps. The man sets the pitcher back down on the overbed table. Finally, Beth rises from her chair and comes to stand beside her husband.

You set the empty cup on the table and look up at them. “What are you doing here?”

Rip tsks, moving his toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “You really hate us that much now that you don’t even wanna know why you’re in the hospital?”

You furrow your brows and look down at yourself. He’s.. right. You’re in a hospital gown on a hospital bed in a hospital room. Still, you cross your arms over your chest in a stubborn manner. “That doesn’t answer my question”

“You fainted” Beth tells you. “The doctor said you had a heatstroke. That girl you were with really had to go to work. She said she couldn’t miss her shift for anything or else she’d get fired again”

Yeah, that tracks for Hannah.

Beth continues. “The nurse called me because I was listed as your emergency contact” Her eyes don’t leave you. “So that’s why we’re here”

Your eyes move away from them, landing on the impersonal blue sheet of the bed. “I thought blocking someone automatically removed them as your emergency contact. Lesson learned”

The couple standing next to you share a glance.

Beth takes a breath. “Y/N, we need to talk”

“No. I don’t think we do, Beth”

“Y/N” Rip warns.

“Rip” You say back to him, mocking his low voice.

“Y/N, stop this” Beth says, her patience wearing thin. “You’re being childish and for what? Talk to us instead of deflecting. You’re bed-bound for the time being so you can’t run away from us. Not this time”

You glare at her. “I don’t ‘run away.’ I just know when I’m not wanted”

“When have we ever made you feel unwanted, Y/N?” Rip asks, something in his tone betraying the underlying hurt he feels because of your actions.

His wife stares at you as she awaits your response.

A doctor enters the room without knocking, oblivious to the tension in the room as he stares at the clipboard in his hands. “Miss.. Y/L/N?” He looks up and sees you. “Oh, good. You’re awake”

Beth shifts, turning to face the doctor. “Hey, doc. Is everything alright with her?”

“Yes. Miss Y/L/N suffered a very minor attack. She just needs to focus on resting, rehydrating with water and electrolytes and avoiding heat/exertion. The latter is extremely imperative” The doctor takes a moment to look over his papers, making sure he didn’t miss anything. He flips over a paper and looks at the three other people in the room. “Other than that, everything is fine. Miss Y/L/N and the baby both look healthy despite this little mishap”

Your stomach drops after the doctor finishes his sentence. You.. no. He.. He must’ve misspoke. “I’m sorry” You laugh in slight disbelief. “This has to be a mistake. I’m not pregnant”

The doctor looks at his papers again. “Says here you’re ten days past ovulation which means you’re around three weeks and three days pregnant. We ran a blood test to check for any complications that the heatstroke might have caused and found none. Your pregnancy was the only test we did that came back positive” His eyes darted between you and the couple. It seems like he finally acknowledges the tension between the three of you and wants no part of it. “I should get going. A nurse will be with you shortly to discuss your discharge”

also her gf always gets the prettiest lingerie sets for emery to discover after a long shift at work. some days they dont fuck just make out and its more than enough for both girls to feel satisfied.

her gf is also the type of girl to send nudes during her shifts but sometimes everything emery needs is a picture of her face to get all hot and bothered because she has the prettiest girlfriend ever!

now I’m imagining emery spinning her gf around :3 ugh her gf is just a pretty little princess with pretty little dresses and the hottest and smartest doctor girlfriend ever

her gf clearly has that competency kink and it SHOWS like she gives her the biggest heart eyes when she is doing basically anything. She once cut herself real bad but it was on emerys off day and she stitched her up at home but that was so hot for her gf she had to get emerys fingers inside of her immediately afterwards.

sorry I’m writing so much cuz Imm thinking so much 🙏🙏🙏 need this woman so bad

Head over Heels

Emery Walsh x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sugar baby reader if you squint (but doesn’t have to be read that way), fluff, some humor, mild smut, overstimulation, possessive Emery if you squint, no angst

Word count: 2000

You’re Emery Walsh’s girlfriend <33

Emery leans against the wall of the women’s locker room, her right foot propped up as her thumb moves swiftly across her Home Screen to open Messenger. A smile pulls at her lips when she opens your chat and sees the photo you sent. You’re lying bare naked on your stomach in bed. The photo captures your backside, plump ass and crossed legs that you have in the air. She doesn’t even notice the heels until she reads the text below; ‘Do you like the heels you bought me?’

Her eyes take in the tall, black heels on your feet. The platforms appear to be 150mm. The outsoles are decorated with small red crystals. They looks just like her girlfriend; hot and fucking expensive. She types a response. ‘Very much. They’re cute.’

The three dots indicating that you’re putting together a text appear almost immediately after the text was sent. ‘Good. They cost almost $3000’

Emery huffs a laugh as she writes up a response. ‘I assume you bought more than one pair.’

‘Duh’ reads the first text before it’s followed by another, ‘Good news, the Lady Peep Suola Strass (the ones I’m wearing rn) were the most expensive of the seven I bought. Better news, there’s a 90% chance that these will be around your waist soon :)’

Emery smirks after reading your message. She holds out her phone after deciding to FaceTime you. Her eyes soften at the sight of you.

“Hii” You greet her happily. You’re lying on your side on the couch in the dark while watching a show on Netflix. “Wait, can you see me? Hold on”

Emery watches you get up and leave the living room. You enter the kitchen and turn on the lights.

You look at her on the small screen in the bottom right corner. “Better?”

“Better” Emery repeats with a warm smile. She glances up at the clock on the wall. “It’s 1AM, baby. You know how I feel about you staying up late”

You brace your phone against the microwave so you can roam around the kitchen. “Can’t sleep” You tell her as you open the fridge, only to close it without taking anything out. You prop your elbows on the counter in front of your phone before putting your face in your hands. “I wanted to wait for you to come home so I could show you my new shoes..”

Emery opens her mouth, but you beat her to it.

“I know you won’t be here till after seven. Maybe nine if things are really bad over there” You let out a dramatically long sigh. “I guess I’ll just pop a melatonin gummy and see you in the morning”

Smiling, Emery affectionately rolls her eyes at your theatrics, knowing she’ll just give into what you want. “Shut up and show me what you spent my hard-earned money on before my break ends”

You can’t contain the squeal that leaves you when she caves. You grab the phone and flip the camera before directing it at your feet. “Kay, so these are the Lady Peep Suola Strass from the photo I sent..”

Emery watches you head into the bedroom then the walk-in closet where you’ve neatly stored your new shoes. She listens intently as you name and describe each pair of heels with a passion.

After you’re done, you get settled in bed. You cuddle up to the gray plush seal pillow that looks just like your girlfriend, despite her constantly insisting that it doesn’t (it 100% does), and look at her on your screen. “Hurry home to me”

“Always” Emery says before watching you let out a soft yawn. “Go to sleep. Doctor’s orders.”

You nod sleepily, your eyes already closed.

“Good night, baby.”

“G’night..”

Your phone falls from your hand as you fall asleep.

You wake up a little past seven. You can’t help but frown when you notice the lack of a warm body around you. You will yourself to get out of bed and take a shower. After brushing your teeth of course.

After doing that, you get dressed and head into the kitchen to make breakfast. You open Spotify and put your morning playlist on shuffle. Loud music fills the kitchen space. You set your phone down somewhere it won’t get in the way and start gathering the ingredients for French toast.

Around twenty minutes later, you hear the door to your apartment open and close.

Emery takes off her jacket and hangs it up on the coat rack before taking off her shoes, flexing her toes. She puts her bag away then follows the heavenly scent of breakfast to the kitchen.

Her brows shoot up when she sees you standing on top of the counter holding a full plate.

You smile and wave excitedly at her with your free hand. “You’re home. Good morning!” You greet her from above like everything is totally ordinary.

Emery looks up at you. “Good morning, sweetheart. Why are you up on the counter?”

Instead of answering her, you point to the wall.

Emery follows your pointer finger’s line-sight to a spider. Without giving it much thought, she opens the cupboard to grab some Tupperware.

You watch her approach the spider like it’s nothing. Your breath hitches when she traps it in the container before sliding the lid underneath it.

It’s so hot. Emery just saved you (okay saved is a little dramatic) and looked super sexy while doing so. She just breathes and you’re in awe of her.

Everything she does makes you want her.

You know that if you worked with her in the OR, maybe as an MA, you’d be constantly distracted while she’s cutting into a patient because you’d be imagining those skilful hands of hers elsewhere..

You blink back to reality when Emery walks back into the kitchen. “I let it outside” She comes to a halt in front of the counter, her head tilted up as she looks at you. She holds out her hand. “Plate”

You take a quick bite out of your French toast before handing her the plate which she sets down nearby. Her hands soon find your waist in a tight grip. You brace yours on her shoulders as she lowers you onto the floor. You love how she can easily hold you. “My hero” You smile at her. Your smile falters when you see the faint mess your sticky fingers made on her scrubs. “Shit. Sorry”

Emery puts her hands on both sides of your waist, applying just enough pressure for you to really feel her. “Don’t be. It was going in the wash anyway”

Her eyes roam over what you’re wearing; her faded Steelers shirt and lacy pale blue panties. She was so distracted by your bare legs when you were up on the counter, she had forgotten that, logically, you didn’t consist of just your head and toned legs.

You happily oblige by lifting your arms up so Emery could take her shirt off you. You can’t suppress the smile that makes its way onto your face when her already naturally dark eyes take in your lingerie.

“Like what you see, Doctor Walsh?”

“How about I show you?”

You yelp when she picks you up off the floor. You instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. You giggle when she takes you to your bedroom, the French toast you had made long forgotten.

Once you’re in the bedroom and Emery has taken off her scrubs, bra and underwear, she gets on top of you. You welcome her as she settles between your parted legs. Her lips capture yours in a slow, loving kiss that quickly escalates into one of passion. You grasp onto her upper back, moving along with her body as she grinds against you. Her tongue swipes across your lower lip, silently asking for permission to enter which you grant instantly. Her tongue moves against yours in a sinful dance in which she leads. Like many things in your life.

Emery pulls away, breaking the kiss in the process. A thin string of joint saliva connects your lips together. She gently brushes the pad of her thumb across your lower lip, destroying the bridge of spit.

Her lips leave kisses all over your neck, chest and stomach as she makes her way down your body till she’s reached her desired destination.

“You know you don’t have to” You tell her, softly but affirmatively, before her eyes meet yours. “You just did a twelve hour shift, Em. It’s okay if you’re tired”

“Do I look tired?” There’s a slight edge to her voice that causes your cunt to spasm with want.

You purse your lips then tug your lower lip between your teeth and shake your head negatively.

“Exactly” You lift your hips so she can slide your panties off of your legs. “Now lay back like a good girl while mommy reaps the rewards of her labor”

Emery eats you out with a vigour that leaves you speechless and your mind blank as your head is thrown back in extreme pleasure, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life. Your moans fill the bedroom of your rather spacious apartment.

Emery fucking loves having your thighs around her head. They’re warm, soft and the place between them never fails to make her day. She loves licking and sucking on your clit. She loves dragging her tongue along your slit. She loves that soft, relieved little sound you make when she puts her tongue inside your cunt. But most of all, she loves holding your hips and pinning you in place when you get sensitive and whiny after one too many orgasms. She doesn’t stop when you’re spent. Not even close. She feasts on you till she’s had her fill.

Afterwards, Emery crawls up your body and kisses you so deeply and gently, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor, that you arch and melt into her.

When she breaks the kiss, she has that cheeky smile that makes the white in her eyes vanish.

Emery gazes down at you. “I fucking love you”

“Gay”

She snorts a laugh. You smile.

Then you wrap your arms around her neck, looking up at her like she’s your whole world. In many ways, she is. “I love you too, Emery Walsh”

You give her a chaste kiss on the lips before getting out of bed. Emery collapses on your spot. She gets under the covers without bothering to put on clothes. She watches you put on a new pair of underwear and a floral print sundress with a cute little bow at the front between your breasts.

A smile pulls at her lips when you absentmindedly twirl around, watching how your dress sways.

“Where are you going all dolled up like that?”

You sit on the edge of the bed to put on your black chunky heels that match your girlfriend’s black leather jacket (which you totally plan on wearing out today without telling her. Not that she’d mind.) “I’m meeting a friend for lunch at that new café”

“Mmh. Do I know this friend?”

“Probably” You answer, looking down at your heels and clacking them together out of habit. You turn to look at Emery over your shoulder. “Jealous?”

Emery scoffs like her being jealous is the most ridiculous thing in the world. You remember that time she gave the death stare to a tween boy on the streets when he innocently complimented you.

You chuckle as you make your way over to her and bend down to be at her level. “Don’t worry, my love. I know where home is” You tease before kissing her cheek then turning around to leave the bedroom. “Bye! I’ll bring you back some yuca fries!”

Space Girl

Kara Zor-El x Fem!Reader

Warnings: first meeting, attempted robbery, some humor, flirting, shameless smut, vaginal fingering, inappropriate use of kryptonian abilities, cunnilingus, strap-on use, no aftercare but something close, kinda and freeze breath

Word count: 3200

A human and an alien walk into a bar..

The bars in Star City have a different atmosphere than the ones back in Metropolis. They feel more.. real. In Metropolis, it always felt like people were pretending. It irked you in a way you couldn’t say.

Whatever the reason for your detachment, you feel more at home in the city of the Emerald Archer.

The smell of cheap alcohol hits you almost immediately as you enter the bar. It isn’t getting a five star rating anytime soon, but it’s cheap and will help you unwind after the day you’ve had. Plus it’s within walking distance of your place.

You take a seat at the counter. You look behind you when you hear the telltale sign of a struggle.

A burly man with a beard and black plug earrings that stretches the inside of his earlobes seems to be in an arm wrestling match with a short blonde woman. The man is sweating and his arm is trembling. The woman.. is at ease. She puts on a show, feigning a yawn by covering her mouth with her free hand. A smirk pulls at her lips before she slams his hand on the table and wins the match.

The crowd around her erupts in cheers while the man curses under his breath. The woman stumbles out of her chair, barely landing on her feet, before sluggishly throwing her arms up in victory.

You turn towards the bartender, gesturing to the strong blonde. “I’ll have what she had”

“She didn’t order anything” The tatted female bartender says, pouring a glass of whiskey neat. She sets it in front of a sharp-dressed customer before giving you her full attention. “She was already wasted when she came in here”

You look back at the blonde who is now stacking ten shot glasses into a triangle. Her tongue darts out between her lips as she concentrates.

You can’t help but smile at the sight.

Your smile drops when her eyes meet yours.

You quickly turn around, super embarrassed, and hope she doesn’t-

“Hey”

Well, fuck.

You look to your right and see the blonde now sitting next to you. Her eyes roam over your outfit, a simple jeans and shirt combo, shamelessly.

“..Hey” You say back.

“You look like shit”

You blink in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“You look like shit” The blonde repeats, slower this time like you’re an idiot. She grabs the bottle of Smirnoff that’s within reaching distance and unscrews the cap. “Need me to say it a third time?”

“Hey!” The bartender from earlier shouts to get the blonde’s attention. “You can’t do that”

The blonde tilts the mostly-full bottle towards the man she overpowered in the arm wrestling match. “He’s buying” Is all she says before chugging the vodka, the base pointing up at the ceiling.

Your eyes widen as you watch her finish the bottle in seconds. She slams it back down on the counter before letting out a burp that’s followed by a giggle.

Yeah, you don’t have the energy for this.

You grab your purse and put the strap over your shoulder before leaving the bar.

Once you’ve stepped onto the sidewalk, you start walking the path back to your apartment. You turn a corner near a closed tattoo parlor with a neon sign that’s turned off. Out of the corner of your eyes, you make out two figures in dark clothes, trailing behind you in the parlor window’s reflection. Your breath hitches, but your footsteps don’t falter.

Stay cool. They don’t know that you’ve seen them. Don’t do anything suspicious. Keep walking.

You rush down the pedestrian crossing while the sign is still green in hopes of losing them. They jog and manage to catch up with you just before the light turns red. Fuck. You start walking faster.

So do they.

You pass an alleyway and make a sharp left when you round a corner. After taking a breath, you open the pocket knife that you carry in your purse for situations like this and confidently turn around with the knife in hand, ready to put up a fight.

There’s no one in front of you. You look around, but see no one out of the ordinary. You lower your knife before slowly tucking the blade back in.

You retrace your steps in time to see a pair of arms being dragged into the alley.

You hear a short scream before it’s cut off.

Every instinct you have is telling you to run.

Instead, you take slow, deliberate steps towards the alley. You're standing on the pavement as you stare down it. You’re met with complete darkness on the end of the alley and a silence that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Your heart is pounding outside of your chest.

It drops to your stomach when you suddenly see a pair of glowing red eyes in the alley’s darkness.

You stand still, holding your breath.

The red eyes grow bigger and bigger as their owner makes their way towards you. Soon enough, a figure emerges from the shadows.

It’s the blonde from the bar. Except, instead of insulting you, she looks like she could tear you apart. You watch the bright red in her eyes die down until they return to their normal colors.

“What are you?” You find yourself asking.

The two of you are now standing close enough that you can smell the vodka radiating off of her. Weirdly enough, she looks less drunk now than when you first saw her arm wrestling that guy in the bar. It’s like the vodka didn’t affect her at all.

The blonde’s eyes bore into yours. In them you can see the exhaustion, the weight of past tragedies that she seems to carry with her like a burden.

“My name is Kara Zor-El” She says, her voice stern and even. “I am the last daughter of Krypton”

“Krypton? As in Superman’s home planet?”

“He’s kind of my cousin”

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England” You snark before rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. You lower your gaze when you notice the bit of blue peaking out through her coat.

Kara groans and loosens her coat to reveal her suit that’s identical to the one Superman wears. Safe for the red skirt. “Now do you believe me?”

Your lips part before you catch yourself and stubbornly press them together.

“No?” Kara questions, tilting her head slightly.

For every step she takes towards you, you take one back until she has you up against the wall.

Kara has a lazy grin on her face that you shouldn’t find charming, but goddamn it. You turn away when she leans into your side, her lips a hair's breadth from the shell of your ear. “How about I show you” There’s a pause. Her hands find your waist, gripping you just enough for you to feel her, “exactly what I’m capable of?” She whispers.

Her voice slides over your skin like silk, igniting a slow ache that settles deep in your core. You hate this betrayal of your flesh and thoughts. Yet, you can’t help, but subtly arch into her. You also make no move to take her hands off your body.

“Wrap your arms around my neck”

Her voice pulls you back from your lustful thoughts. You blink back into reality. “Huh?”

Before you can say anything else, Kara takes off straight into the night sky with you in her arms.

“OH MY GOD!!”

Kara laughs as you scramble to get your arms around her neck. “Don’t worry. I got you”

“Oh my god” You repeat softer this time, your eyes screwed shut. You feel the breeze as you soar further and further into the heavens. “Holy shit..”

At some point, you can feel that you’re no longer flying and instead just.. levitating?

The side of your face is pressed into Kara’s chest out of pure fear from when she abruptly took flight. You slowly open your eyes and are met with an upclose view of the stars. Your lips part in awe.

Kara rests her chin on your head.

You don’t know how long you both stay there, levitating. Holding each other. You wet your lips, preparing yourself to speak. “So, you’re an alien”

“Yep”

You pull away from her chest to look up at her. “Why did you reveal yourself to me?”

Kara just shrugs like it’s an insignificant question.

You raise your hand. Her eyes don’t stray from your face as your fingers caress her cheek. “I think.. you’re lonely” You whisper, your gaze on her lips.

Kara lets her eyes flutter close before melting into your touch. It’s been ages since she allowed someone to touch her like this. Nevermind an ordinary human. But you.. There’s something about you that makes her let down all her defenses.

Kara meets your gaze once she’s opened her eyes.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight”

“Maybe you don’t have to be”

You both lean in simultaneously before your lips crash in a slow, cautious kiss. Kara slides her arms around your waist, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss. You moan softly against her lips when her tongue forces its way into your mouth. You tangle your fingers in the back of her hair while your mouths escalate the kiss into something dirty.

When you pull away to catch your breath, you keep one hand on her chest. She doesn’t look the slightest bit phased. You look up at her when you realize something. “I never told you my name”

Kara thinks about it. “Huh. I guess you didn’t”

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N” Kara repeats, liking the way your name rolls off her tongue. “Well, Y/N, should we go back to your place or do you want to call it a night?”

“Well,” You wrap your arms around her neck, “you did say you'd show me exactly what you're capable of. Can you do more than fly or are you just a one-trick pony?” You’re saying this to rile her up.

Kara seems to take the bait. “Excuse me? You know I can do a lot more than this, right?”

Now it’s your turn to shrug.

Kara shakes her head, a roguish smile pulling at her lips. “You’re in for a long night, gorgeous”

After giving her the directions, Kara flies you to your loft. Technically, it’s not yours, but Helena lets you stay here while she’s in Gotham. Free of charge. When you tried to reason with her about paying rent, she just hung up on you.

You reluctantly decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. It’s not like you were making that much at Jitters to afford the loft anyway.

You open the door with your key. When you’re both inside, Kara pulls you by the waist and captures your lips with her own. You fumble to close the door behind you before Kara presses you against the wooden surface. After a few attempts, you manage to lock the door without breaking the kiss. You let out a muffled moan when Kara grabs your breasts.

She pulls away. “Don’t freak out”

Before you have a chance to question her, you feel a gush of wind that lasts about one second. What you don’t feel is the clothes that you’re supposed to be wearing. You look down at your body and see that you are, in fact, nude. And so is Kara.

The blonde doesn’t take her eyes off your body. More specifically, your breasts. “Rao..” She breathes out, reaching forward to grab your breasts again. Her thumb moves back and forth against your left nipple while her other hand tweaks the right one between her fingers. “They’re beautiful” Kara says before looking up at you without stopping her ministrations. “You’re beautiful”

Her hands move to your hips. You wrap your arms around Kara’s neck. You have no idea who moves first, but soon your mouths are a clash of teeth, tongue, and desperate moans. Every rational thought evaporates under the white-hot need consuming you. You hold her tighter when you can no longer feel your feet touching the floor. Unlike last time, Kara slowly flies the two of you up to your bed. She lays you down gently before getting on top of you. All without breaking the kiss.

Eventually, Kara pulls away. She holds your gaze as her hand reaches between your thighs which you are more than happy to part for her. She trails her middle finger up and down your slit, slowly, gathering the evidence of your arousal on her fingertip. “I’ve never been with a human before”

“I’ve never been with an alien. Or meta-human”

Kara rests her head against your collarbone, her eyes closed. “You know what I am, Y/N. You’ve seen what I’ve done” She says, probably (and definitely) referring to those guys in the alley.

You had forgotten all about them.

Kara lifts her head to look at you. “If we go through with this, I need to know you won’t have regrets”

“I should be telling you that” You say as you caress the end of her left eyebrow. “I saw you down an entire bottle of vodka like it was fucking water”

A sly smile pulls at Kara’s lips. “For me, it basically was water. Kryptonians can’t get drunk under the yellow sun. But enough chitchat. Are you ready to have the best night of your entire life?”

You nod a bit too eagerly. “Yes. Don’t hold back”

Kara lets out a soft laugh.

Your back arches when she simultaneously pushes two fingers knuckle-deep into your core. It catches you off guard. A breathy moan leaves your lips.

“Baby, if I don’t hold back, the only things that will be left of you are ashes and blood”

Her words send a shiver down your spine. But they also make your walls clench around her fingers.

“But I appreciate the enthusiasm” She whispers before taking one of your breasts in her mouth.

She starts moving her fingers inside you, setting a steady pace. You moan and turn your head to the side. You glance at the digital alarm clock on your nightstand that reads 10:04PM in big, red numbers.

The night is a blur of endless passion and sexual discovery as Kara puts her kryptonian abilities to good use. She eats you out while levitating high up in the air, your back up against the wall while your hand presses against the ceiling. The other is tangled in her hair, gripping the blonde strands with so much force that your knuckles whiten.

Things only escalate from there.

Around eleven, you mention the sex toys in your bottom drawer. That’s when it really gets interesting. At some point close to midnight, the bed breaks. But that doesn’t stop Kara from pounding into you from behind with a vibrant blue dildo attached to a black leather harness. Her hand is on the back of your neck, keeping your head down and the side of your face pressing deep into the mattress. You moan every time her hips make contact with your ass. The depraved sound of skin slapping against skin fills the spacious loft.

The night surpasses your wildest fantasies.

You, or rather Kara, dents the stone wall when she fucks you face to face (with both your feet touching the floor this time). She thrusts into you like a woman possessed. You swear that she growls before picking up one of your legs and placing her hand underneath your thigh, holding you open for her while she thrusts into you.

You grab her face with one hand and press your lips against hers in a sloppy, passionate kiss.

You lose track of how many orgasms you have, what positions you do and more. This happens around the time when she uses freeze breath on your nipples, turning your mind into mush.

But eventually, like all good things, the night, or better yet morning, comes to an end.

You’re breathless and beyond spent when Kara lowers you onto your bed. You don’t even have it in you to keep your eyes open. The light of the early morning sun shining through the floor to ceiling windows causes you to wince and turn your head away. Reluctantly, your eyes flutter open. You turn your head again and spare a glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. It reads 05:37AM.

It dawns on you then and there that you just had crazy alien sex for almost eight hours. Sweet.

You lift your head at the sound of approaching footsteps. You see Kara make her way up the stairs. Walking. She has a beer in each hand. Your eyes shamelessly roam over her nude figure.

Kara pops the caps off with her thumbs then brings a bottle to her lips. She walks over to you and hands you the other one before joining you in bed.

The two of you sit up against the headboard.

“Can you make mine a little cooler?”

Kara takes your bottle and gives it a quick blow. Frost creeps down the neck of it, misting the glass as a chill pulses through it. Ice crystals bloom beneath the label. Within seconds, the beer is perfectly cold in her hand. She gives it back to you.

“Thanks” You take a sip, allowing the cold liquid to enter your mouth before you swallow and take a few more sips. You pull the bottle away and turn to look at the kryptonian in your bed. “Why are you drinking this stuff if it doesn’t affect you?”

“I like the taste” Kara responds with a shrug. She's taking a sip when she puts an arm around your shoulder. “And I didn’t want you to drink alone”

“Aw” You coo at her before leaning against her chest. You absentmindedly stroke your finger up and down her thigh. “So.. what now?”

“This is usually the part where I leave”

“Oh”

But Kara doesn’t move. It’s only until after she finishes her beer that she wraps her other arm around you, holding you close. She looks at you. “But I have no intention of leaving you so soon”

“Good” You put your half-empty bottle on the nightstand before snuggling up to her. “Because I still have a shit ton of alien-related questions-“

Kara cuts you off. “They can wait” She shifts both of you so that you're lying down instead of sitting up. She drapes a blanket over your bodies. “You’re human. Humans need rest after-“

“Mindblowing alien sex?”

Kara snorts a laugh. “Exactly”

Your eyes flutter close, the exhaustion of said mindblowing alien sex finally catching up to you now that your adrenaline has died down.

Kara stares up at the ceiling. “Rest now, Y/N. I’m right here” She plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “And I’m not going anywhere”

Her words comfort you in a way nothing has in a long time. You let out a soft, barely audible yawn.

Sofia and me

Sofia Gigante x Fem!Reader

Warning: spoilers for the first five episodes of The Penguin, angst, implied homophobia, mild fluff, reference torture/abuse, smut, spit as lube, strap-on, rough sex, masturbation, minor voyeurism, sustaining injury, possessiveness, floor sex, tribbing, cunnilingus

Word count: 2915

Sofia comes home.

Though she kept it well-hidden, Sofia was extremely anxious most if not all of the time. With the stress of the foundation and being the daughter of mob boss Carmine Falcone, you were the only thing that kept her sane.

Then she got sent to Arkham.

You didn’t see or talk to her for over a decade, but not for the lack of trying. Carmine forbade you from going to Arkham by ‘kindly suggesting’ that Sofia take this time away to work on herself until she’s all better. It didn’t surprise you.

He had never approved of your.. close relationship with his only known daughter.

But then he passed away.

You and Alberto were able to file for an appeal for Sofia’s release. The judge that previously handled her case was found unresponsive in his chambers a week before Carmine’s death.

You saw this as an opportunity to get a new judge, someone who wasn’t on Carmine’s payroll, to review the case. It didn’t take long before Sofia was exonerated and released back into society.

Sofia was different.

The light in her eyes had dimmed. Her smile, once so bright and blinding, had become faint and bittersweet. Every response, every move she made seemed premeditated.

Sofia stayed at your place. You didn’t think it would be good for her to go back to the Mansion so soon. To your surprise, Alberto agreed.

You didn’t mind that he stuck you with two of his guards stationed outside of your apartment in the process. All that mattered was that you had Sofia.

You gave her space even though it was the last thing you wanted. Sofia must’ve had the same thought because on her first night in your apartment, you awoke to the sound of her settling beside you on your worn-out couch, her breath soft and even against your neck. She kept her hands to herself. You did the same.

Yet when morning came, her arm was draped over your waist and your hand was close to her chest. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw big brown eyes staring right at you.

“You still snore.”

You let out a laugh.

The corner of her mouth tugged upward into a smile. It was small, but you didn’t care.

It was progress.

But then.. then Alberto died.

Sofia completely unraveled. She moved back into the Mansion and took you with her.

You watched as the family, especially that fuck Johnny, sidelined her, treating her like she was nothing more than an inconvenience instead of the only living Heir to the Falcone empire.

(Un)fortunately for you, this caused sex with Sofia to improve greatly. Not that it wasn’t already out of this world before, but it was different. It was like she had something to prove now and she had to do so by working her fingers inside of your wet cunt, her teeth grazing against your collarbone.

You were the outlet for her frustration.

Like now at her brother’s memorial.

It didn’t matter where you were. She’d pull you aside, find somewhere private and then eat you out or fingerfuck you to the brink of insanity while ranting to you about whatever asshole or shitty situation upset her this time.

When you came for the second or third time, your legs a little shaky, she cleaned her fingers with her lips and tongue. She held your gaze as she proceeded to wipe them on your dress.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

You were rewarded with a chaste kiss on the lips before she told you to clean yourself up and meet her back inside. You didn’t care that she made you feel like a whore when she left.

You were hers. Solely and unconditionally, hers.

If a whore was what Sofia wanted,

then a whore you would be.

You were reading a book late in the night as you waited for Sofia to come to bed when the double doors were thrown open, startling you and making you drop your book in your lap.

Sofia closed the doors behind her and made her way over to you, her heels clacking against the polished wooden floor. “Take off your clothes.”

You stare at her, your mouth slightly agape.

“Now, Y/N!”

You closed the book and set it on your nightstand before pulling your shirt over your head and lifting your hips to take off your panties.

You were more than a little concerned, but also really turned on by your girlfriend’s commanding tone. A gush of wetness left your cunt as you thought about what she was gonna do to you.

Sofia took off her dress, her bra and panties following soon after. She let her hair down and opened the walk-in closet.

When she came out, she looked down as she adjusted the harness of the strap-on around her waist. A black dildo stood out between her legs.

Your jaw dropped as you marvelled at the size.

Sofia eyed you with a hint of irritation as she walked towards you on the bed. “Close your mouth. I won’t be needing that tonight.”

You closed your mouth.

You moved to sit in the middle of the bed before spreading your legs. Sofia was on you in a matter of seconds, her mouth ravishing yours as she laid you down. Her hand slithered down to see if you were wet enough. She pulled away, breaking the kiss. She watched your reaction as she slipped her middle finger into your cunt.

You tried to suppress a groan, but she noticed.

“Don’t do that. I need to know if I’m hurting you.”

She spat into her hand and rubbed her spit along her length before pressing the tip against your entrance. You shivered with want.

She spread your lower lips with her fingers. Her eyes never left your face as she pushed her cock inside of you, watching every microexpression from the furrow of your brows to the slight tremble of your bottom lip. It was bigger than the dildos she used on you in the past. This one was stretching you out in a way that was almost too much for you to handle. Almost.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when she bottomed out. She gave you a moment to get adjusted to her size.

You put your hand on her shoulder, but quickly pulled it away when you touched her scars.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt me.”

You looked up at her.

“Go on.”

Hesitantly, you brought your hand up to her shoulder. You grabbed onto it. You brushed the pad of your thumb along her scars in a back and forth motion, a frown forming your lips. “I’m sorry..”

“No. None of that, okay? The past is in the past.”

Still, your jaw clenched at the torture and abuse Sofia was subjected to at the hands of her father.

It relaxed as you let out a surprised gasp when Sofia pulled back and thrusted her hips forward.

She spent the rest of the night and better part of the morning fucking into you with reckless abandon as your velvety walls clenched around her faux cock orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

From what she was saying, the family wanted to send her away to Italy. Assholes.

Then there was something about her being suspicious of Oz..

It was hard for you to keep up as she fucked you well within an inch of your life.

Sofia seemed content with the barely coherent hums you gave her every now and then.

You dragged your nails down her back when you came for the umpteenth time. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, whimpering as another orgasm washed over you like a crashing wave.

You heard her panting lightly next to your head.

You felt raw and empty when she wordlessly pulled her cock out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, immediately missing the warmth and stretch that the toy provided.

You tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling as you laid sprawled out on the bed.

You closed your eyes.

When you opened them, you turned your head towards the sound of uneven breathing and saw Sofia masturbating, the strap-on long abandoned. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling like she was planning something in her head.

You turned to lie on your side so you could watch.

Her neck strained when she tilted her chin up. You could tell she was close. She inhaled sharply and suppressed a groan when she came, her eyes still trained on the ceiling. She breathed out.

Then she turned to look at you.

Your fingers danced on her upper arm, slowly making their way to her face. You tapped her temple. “What’re you thinking?”

“You need to go to a hotel for a couple days.”

You brushed the end of her brow. “Okay.”

You didn’t question her. You never did.

Sofia smiled and took your hand from her face to press a gentle kiss to your palm.

“Grazie, bella.”

She set you up in a hotel suite just outside of Gotham with one simple instruction: don’t leave the room. Two guards were stationed outside to make sure you didn’t defy her.

On one of those mornings while you were eating a breakfast sandwich in bed, you saw the news of what happened at the Falcone Mansion.

You saw Sofia talking to Chief Mackenzie just outside the Mansion before going in. The camera panned to Gia being taken away in a beige van.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

You jump out of bed and put on a shirt and some sweats before opening the front door.

One of the guards, a tan woman about an inch or two taller than you, stepped in front of you.

“Get out of my way.”

“I have direct orders to keep you here, ma’am.”

“I don’t care. I need to see Sofia.”

You tried to move past her, but she continued to block your path. The other guard didn’t bother stepping in. His phone rang. “Shit. It’s the wife.”

“Go. I got this.”

The man walked away from the suite, his receding footsteps growing quieter and quieter. The woman made sure he was out of sight before pushing you back into the suite by force.

You stumbled backwards and fell flat on your ass. The back of your head made contact with the edge of the footboard. You cried out in pain.

The guard didn’t seem to care. “You will stay here until Miss Falcone says otherwise.”

She left you on the floor, the door slamming shut behind her as she made her exit.

You stood up and went to the fridge to get something cold for your head. You take a soda can from the back of the fridge and press it against the bump forming on your head. You wince when the cool metal touches your scalp.

A few hours later, the woman came in unannounced to tell you they’ll be taking you back to the Mansion. She handed you some painkillers. “For your head.”

You stared at her, your eyes ablaze with fury.

Much to your irritation, she cracked a smile. “We leave in ten. That should give you enough time to look.. presentable for Miss Falcone.”

Your nostrils flared as she left. Bitch.

You put on an emerald green, one-shoulder evening dress. You contemplated putting your hair in a bun, but decided against it last minute.

You didn’t need Sofia asking questions.

The drive to the Mansion was spent in silence.

When you arrived, you walked behind the guards and entered what you called ‘The War Room.’

Sofia was standing at the head of the table with Johnny sitting on her right. You watched in awe as she spoke. You hung on to every word.

Johnny told her to take it easy.

You rolled your eyes.

You flinched when she shot him in the head.

Silence enveloped the room.

She blew a raspberry then continued speaking as if nothing had happened. She opened a duffel bag and dumped stacks and stacks of cash onto the table. Nobody dared to move. Not even when she urged them to take what’s rightfully theirs.

“Come on, guys,” You said with a smile, sauntering over to your girlfriend. “Dig in.”

Sofia wrapped an arm around your waist. “You heard her, ladies and gentlemen. Have your fill.”

Two dozen greedy hands reached out to grab what they could before it was all gone.

“Not you.”

The woman who kept guard at the hotel froze, her body bent over slightly on the table.

“Put it back.”

The woman emptied her pockets and put the stacks back on the table.

“Everyone else, continue.”

The table was cleared in seconds.

Sofia’s eyes never left the woman standing across from her with her fists clenched at her sides. “You hurt the woman I love when you were supposed to be protecting her. I can’t let that stand.”

The woman swallowed nervously.

“Since you were such a loyal soldier to my father, I will give you the benefit of a doubt and let you leave with your head still attached to your body.”

The woman didn’t need to be told twice.

She turned on her heel and left the room.

Sofia’s grip on your waist tightened, her fingers digging into the fabric of your dress hard enough to bruise the covered skin that lay underneath.

“First person to kill her gets ten grand.”

The two of you didn’t witness the chaos that erupted as you left the room beforehand.

She took you into her father’s study and closed the doors. Her eyes raked over your face. “You weren’t gonna tell me.”

You pursed your lips. “I was being difficult. She was just.. doing her job.”

She reached behind you to asses the damage that had been done to the back of your head. Her heart ached at the bump she felt. “Hurting you is not one of the requirements.”

She pulled her hand away when you winced.

You looked at her.

“You killed your family.”

“I did.”

“You orphaned Gia.”

Sofia pressed her lips together. “I did.”

“Did it feel good?”

“Yes. It did.”

You threw yourself onto Sofia, surprising her for a split second before her surprise morphed into something else. Something more inviting.

You found yourself lying on your back in front of the lit fireplace. Clothes were literally torn off and ripped apart by Sofia’s needy hands.

You moaned into her mouth as you grinded your cunts together, sloppily and unrestrained. Your hardened nipples rubbed against hers. Your tongue submitted to hers as they danced inside your mouth to a rhythm only the two of you knew.

She bit your bottom lip when you reached down and cupped her ass, urging her on. You welcomed the taste of your own blood on your tongue.

A thick strand of saliva connected your lips together when she broke the kiss.

“You’re so gorgeous when you’re like this, bella;”

Sofia leaned down to nip at your earlobe.

“Spent, barely hanging on,”

Her tongue licked the shell of your ear.

“But begging for more.”

She kissed you again. You both orgasmed simultaneously, moaning into each other’s mouths while getting down from your highs, your hips bucking wantonly to chase after each other.

When you broke apart for air, you pushed her down so she was the one lying on her back.

“I haven’t seen you in days,” You said as you made your way down her body. You stop inches away from her cunt. “Care to bring me up to speed while I eat you out, Miss Gigante?”

Sofia loved the way her new name rolled of your tongue. “Only if you put that tongue to good use.”

“Don’t I always?”

You ate out Sofia as she told you what you had missed, your mouth and tongue working overtime to satisfy the woman you loved.

Oz betrayed her (surprise, surprise), Julian ‘saved’ her after the Maronis ambushed her and then she killed him before killing the Falcones.

You listened intently to each and every word.

Your bodies were covered in thick layers of sweat by the time the two of you were finished.

You had your head on her chest. You drew meaningless patterns on her arm and stomach while her fingers played with your hair.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You looked up at her. “For what?”

“Everything, I suppose” She looked deep into your eyes. “You could’ve abandoned me a handful of times, but you didn’t. Which is more than I could say for my family. May they rest in peace.”

You tried not to smile at that.

“Now that Berto’s gone, you’re all I have.”

She cupped your left cheek, her thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth.

“I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. Hopefully, I’ll never have to find out.”

You weren’t stupid. There was an underlying threat to her words. Of course there was.

There was no forgetting what Sofia was. Even when you were putty in her arms like you are now, you knew what she was capable of when crossed.

Still, you gave her a genuine smile. “I love you too. Even if you accuse me of snoring which I don’t.”

Sofia let out a loud laugh.

Casual pt 2

Beth Dutton x Fem College!Reader

Warnings: angst, slightly toxic relationship, mean Beth, breaking up, partying, implied and attempted rape (but nothing happens), reconciling, hospitals, hurt/comfort, gentle sex, good gf Beth, revenge, kidnapping, Russian roulette, murder-suicide, past hysterectomy, mention of pregnancy/having babies, breeding kink if you squint, shower sex, happy ending

Word count: 10.820

Glimpses of life with Beth Dutton

A continuation to Casual pt 1

Things with Beth are going better than you could’ve ever imagined. You’re still keeping your.. relationship on a low profile, but you’re both content with it. No one has to know what happens behind closed doors. Only you and Beth have that luxury.

Your relationship takes a turn for both the better and the worst when she arrives at your door with a freshly battered face and a bloody mouth.

‘You should see the other guy’ Was what she said when you pressed a bag of frozen chicken to her bruised right eye. You couldn’t even be bothered to crack a small smile because of your concern.

She reluctantly decided to stay with you while she healed. You didn’t let it show how much of a surprise it was that she didn’t fight you on it too much when you first brought up the idea.

“Don’t look at me like that” Beth said, moments after she agreed to stay with you.

Okay so maybe you did let it show. “Like what?”

“That” She said before stabbing into a piece of sweet and sour chicken with a fork.

Beth was hungry so you heated up some leftover Chinese food for her. You watched her struggle and fail to chew before she spit her bite back out onto the plate. You saw the way her jaw clenched.

You dragged the plate towards yourself.

“Want a smoothie?”

“Don’t have much of a fucking choice”

Despite her tone, you got up and opened the fridge. You made a poor excuse for a strawberry banana orange smoothie with yogurt. You poured two glasses, one tall and one small, then put what was left in the blender in the fridge.

You put the tall glass in front of her and the other opposite her where you’ll be sitting.

“Almost forgot”

You pulled out a slim bottle of vodka.

A smile made its way onto the older woman’s face as you poured some into her glass. Beth stirred it in with her smoothie, her eyes on the thick pink liquid.

“You know me so well, baby”

You smiled.

You both ate (in Beth’s case, drank) dinner in comfortable silence. Afterwards, you took turns in the shower. You tried to take one together, but Beth was so handsy and you weren’t in the mood so you told her to get out. Lovingly of course.

You lend her a sweatshirt that was a bit big on you, but fit her like a damn glove. You put on a tank top and your plaid pajama pants before joining her in bed. You snuggled up against her.

“Beth?”

“Hm?”

“Did you take off your sweatshirt?”

“Yep”

“So you’re mostly nude right now?”

“Right again, baby”

You snorted a laugh and held her tighter. Beth was lying on her back while you laid on your side. You had your arm draped over her waist and your leg hooked around her legs. Her hand stroked your head as she stared up at the ceiling in the dark.

“What’s the oldest movie you've ever watched?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Mmh.. Probably 10 things I hate about you”

“That came out in 1999. I was in High School”

“Cool” You nuzzled your nose against her throat. You didn’t know why she’s asking this question, but with Beth, it’s best to just humor her. “Wait no. Heathers. That came out in 1984 I think”

“88” Beth corrected, moving her hand out of your hair to trace up and down your arm. “Okay. What movie came out close to your birthdate?”

“Uhm.. Pride and Prejudice. I don’t even like period dramas but I had to do an assignment for my English class in High School and I didn’t have time to read the book” You shrugged.

“Why not watch the show? It’s more accurate”

“There’s a show?”

Beth exhaled through her nose. “Jesus Christ”

“What?”

“You’re so fucking young”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t control when to grace this earth with my presence, Beth” You say sarcastically.

“Don’t use sarcasm with me, you little-“

“I dare you to finish that fucking sentence”

Beth pursed her lips. She sighed and pulled you back towards her when you tried to untangle from her. “Hey, hey. Forget I said anything, okay?”

You huffed, but stopped fighting her. Your shoulders relaxed when she pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s just go to bed”

Beth waited for you to respond, but you never did.

“Or would you rather I make it up to you?”

Now that piqued your interest. “How?”

Beth smirked. “I have my ways” She said before kissing your cheek and going under the covers.

Needless to say you weren’t upset for long.

On another night, as you were getting into bed, you turned to look at her. You were both laying on your sides, facing one another. You put your hand on the side of her face that was visible, the side that was wounded. The pad of your thumb caressed just below her bruised eye. You pulled your hand back when she sucked a breath through her teeth.

“Sorry” You murmured.

You couldn’t see each other in the dark of your bedroom, but you could still feel her gaze on you. “It’s okay” She reached for your hand to put it back on her cheek. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried”

You smiled a little. “You know,” You let out a soft sigh, “it’s unfair how you got beat up and still look like the most beautiful woman on the planet”

Beth chuckles softly. “You can’t even see me”

You reached around to turn on the lamp on your nightstand. Then you straddled the older woman’s waist. You waited for her to let out a long sigh before she sat up, your faces now inches apart.

Her arms wrapped around your waist naturally. “Still think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, darling?” She asked with a smile, a hint of mockery and unusual self deprecation in her tone.

“Abso-fucking-lutely” You said without missing a beat. You stared into her eyes. One is narrowed from the swelling. You leaned your forehead against Beth’s. You let out a shaky breath. “I hope whoever did this to you gets what they fucking deserve. I hope they die an excruciating death”

You let your eyes fall shut.

Beth gently wipes away the angry tears that rolled down your cheeks, her touch light as a feather. You let out a shaky breath when you felt her soft lips kiss along the lines of your tears. You sniffled.

“Don’t cry, baby” She whispered softly against your warm skin. “You know I hate it when you cry”

You nodded, screwing your eyes shut before opening them to look at her. You held her face in your hands. “You still won’t tell me what happened. Does it have something to do with the ranch?”

Beth briefly narrowed her eyes, the barest hint of irritation swimming in those light greens of hers. “Why would it have something to do with the ranch?” She asked, her voice serious now.

“Forget it. It was a stupid question..”

It wasn’t so far-fetched. You knew good and well about the Duttons, parts anyway. All of Montana did. They always seemed to get their way. A mere mention of them was enough to make the hairs on your arm stand on end. You don’t gain a reputation like that without having a few enemies and god knew they had them. You’ve heard the stories.

You forced a smile, hoping she wouldn’t see through it, but you knew she could. You could tell by the way her gaze hardened. “Let’s go out” You wrap your arms around her neck. “Right now”

Beth didn’t seem fully opposed to the idea. “Out?”

“Out” You repeated. “You could use a drink and since I don’t have any alcohol here.. I figured we could go to a bar. I reckon you know a few”

Beth huffed a laugh. “You know you just indirectly called me an alcoholic, right?”

“Well..”

“Don’t you fucking dare” Beth chuckled playfully, her face coming to rest near the crook of your neck. Her nose brushed against your throat. “A Martini does sound good right about now..”

You hummed in agreement then turned your head so your lips brushed against her hairline. You were silent. You waited for her to have the final say.

“Alright. Get dressed”

You both got dressed in something casual, but hot then headed down to her car after locking your apartment. The drive to the bar was spent in silence. Beth’s hand rested coolly on your thigh, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still upset over your question about the ranch.

Whatever the Duttons do, whatever they’ve done, it’s clear that Beth didn’t want you to know about it. She didn’t want you sticking your nose where it didn’t belong, something you had a habit of doing.

You turned to face her, your hand covering hers on your thigh. “Think we could get some food after the bar? I was thinking buffalo wings and curly fries”

The corner of the older woman’s mouth tugged upwards in a small smile. “Whatever you want, baby” She took her eyes off the road for a second to look at you. “Your wish is my command”

You arrived at a bar on the outskirts of town. You went in and Beth ordered drinks for the both of you. You didn’t like the way Beth used her cleavage as a distraction to allow the bartender to let you stay despite being just under the drinking age.

“What’d I do know, Y/N?” Beth asked, her tone laced with frustration. She takes a sip of her drink before setting it back down, her fingers lingering in the spine. “Go ahead. Lay it on me”

“You could’ve just paid him off, Beth. God knows you can afford it” You said before taking a sip of the pornstar martini she ordered for you. She said you’d like it. You hated how she wasn’t wrong.

“They didn’t card last time I was here and I’m not wasting a couple hundreds on this shitshow”

“Please, you have earrings that cost more than what you would’ve given that guy”

“Why are you being such a bitch right now? I thought this was a chance for us to destress” The older woman grabbed her drink, but not before letting out a sigh. “Clearly I was wrong”

You pursed your lips. “You’re being mean”

Beth set her glass back down, allowing the liquid to burn her throat as she swallowed. “Oh, am I?”

You watched her stand up. You held your breath when she leaned in towards you, her own breath hot against your lips. The stench of alcohol filled your nostrils despite her having had only one drink. It dawned on you that she might’ve had something before you left the apartment. Your heart clenched.

Beth smiled wryly. “Be right back”

Your eyes followed her as she left for the bathroom. You took a deep breath before sipping your drink.

Five minutes later, you heard a commotion from behind you. You turned around to see Beth fighting some redneck woman in a bandana.

You got out of your seat to intervene. You tried to grab Beth’s shoulder, but she nudged you away before headbutting the redneck. Fuck.

With no other choice left, you put yourself between the fighting women in hopes of breaking them up, but it was no use because Beth’s fist connected with the side of your face almost immediately, knocking you out cold.

When you became conscious, everything was white and bright. You looked around you and realized you were in the hospital.

And Beth was nowhere to be found.

You clenched your jaw.

The second you got discharged, you left the hospital and got a taxi home. All her stuff was gone. Your heart sank. Did she go back to her own apartment? No. She got rid of it and it would be impossible to just get it back at this hour.

You took a breath. It was late.

You decided to change and go to bed, the events of the night finally taking their toll on you.

The next morning, you woke up bright and early. You showered, brushed your teeth then put on some clothes before leaving your apartment and going into the uber you’d ordered beforehand.

Within half an hour, you were at the Yellowstone.

You walked the long road to what you assumed was the main house. You opened the door, not even having the chance to be surprised it wasn’t locked, and took in your surroundings. Eventually you reached the dining room and saw her.

“What the actual fuck, Beth?”

Three people sat at the table; John Dutton at the head, Beth to his right and a teenage boy to his left.

Beth took a bite of her breakfast without looking at you. You balled your fists at your sides watching her chew and swallow. She turned to her father.

“Daddy, could you give us the room, please?” She asked in that sickly sweet tone of hers.

John threw down his napkin tapping the boy on his shoulder. “Let’s go check on the horses, son”

The boy grabbed two strips of crispy bacon and a big sip of orange juice before standing up and following the older man out of the dining room.

Beth dusts off her fingers before looking at you.

“Yes?”

Your heart clenched at her cold demeanor. “You left me alone in the hospital. What the fuck, Beth?”

Beth buttered a bagel. “I wouldn’t have left you if I didn’t think you’d be taken care of”

“That’s not a fucking excuse! A-And why did you take away all your stuff? Are we..?”

“Over” She finished your sentence, her tone laced with nothing but venom. “This was a mistake”

You shake your head. “You don’t mean that”

“I do” Beth said, taking a bite out of her bagel. You hated how she was so relaxed and nonchalant about this. “Don’t take it personally. You were just a set of holes for me to fuck and use as I pleased”

Your eyes watered. “Fuck you”

Beth smiled darkly. “You already did. Multiple times”

Tears fell down your cheeks when you blinked. You turned around to leave. You stood there for a while before turning back around to look at her. “I knew you were evil. I just didn’t think you’d be cruel”

With that, you left the Dutton house. You stopped to take a breather outside on the porch. You sniffled and wiped away your tears when John walked over, his hands resting coolly in his front pockets.

He stood on the final step of the stoop.

His silence spoke volume.

You looked at him. “She has your eyes, sir” You said with a sad smile before walking past him.

He watched you walk down the road.

After that you decided to just focus on your studies.

And drink. A lot. Within the safe space of your cosy little apartment of course and never on the days before you had an exam or presentation.

Afterwards, though, was a different story. If there was a party, on or off campus, you were there. Always with a group of friends. Never alone.

Which brings you to now.

Your eyes flutter open as you wake up early in the morning. Your head is pounding. You look around yourself. You don’t know where you are. It looks like you’re sitting in some sort of alley. It reeks.

Your heart skips a beat as an unsettling realization dawns on you. You search frantically for your phone while praying that what you think happened to you didn’t happen at all. You can’t find it.

You swallow the lump in your throat as you force yourself to stand up on shaky legs. Your clothes are still intact, but the way you’re wearing them doesn’t feel right. Not after what might have happened.

You hug yourself while leaving the alley. You’re in nothing but a thin-strapped dress and it’s fucking cold. The hairs on your arms stand on end.

You’re scared and don’t know what to do.

Beth is driving at 80 MPH when she gets a call from an unknown number. She glances at the console screen before answering the call.

“I charge $500 a minute for unsolicited conversations. Clock’s ticking”

Beth’s response is met with silence.

“Speak or hang the fuck up”

“Beth?”

Beth’s brows furrow, her frustration dissipating as quickly as it had come. “Y/N? Why are you calling me from an unknown number? Are you okay?”

Again, silence.

Beth keeps her cool despite the anxious concern that gnaws at her chest. “Where are you?”

You’re uncertain when you give her the address so you start describing the numerous shops and restaurants you passed by and where you are now.

“I’ll be there in five”

Beth does a smooth but incredibly illegal U-turn in the middle of the road before driving at over a 100 MPH to the area you described to her.

You’re sitting at the counter of a closed restaurant.

The owner’s thirty year old daughter saw you wandering alone and when you asked her if you could call someone on her phone, she immediately obliged and told you that you could wait inside.

The woman also made you a house specialty which was the chicken marinara sandwich and gave you a cold glass of water too. She said you looked a bit pale for her liking. And maybe you did.

You eat quietly when she goes to the back to check on something. You're chewing the last bite of your sandwich when you hear the closed front door rattle wildly. You see Beth fighting with the door knob outside. She smashes her elbow through the window, shards of glass splattering on the floor. She reaches through the hole to open the door from the inside. She pushes it open and looks around until her eyes land on you.

Beth crosses the distance between you in confident, broad strides. It looks like she’s about to embrace you when she’s close, but she hesitates at the last second, like it suddenly dawned on her how things ended between the two of you.

Beth wordlessly takes off her pitch black coat and puts it over your shoulders. You lean into her touch. Eventually both of you just decide to not be stubborn for once and give in to one another. Her arms wrap around your shoulders while yours wrap around her waist. You close your eyes, breathing her in. She holds you tighter than you hold her. It’s like she’s afraid that if she loosens her hold on you, you’ll cease to exist. Her lips press against the top of your head in a kiss that lingers.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere”

Beth pulls back, her hands coming up to cradle your face as her eyes roam over your features then body for any signs of distress. The bruise you had around your left eye, the one she accidentally gave you, has faded away since she last saw you. There seems to be nothing physically wrong with you. No scars, no bruises, no struggle marks. The fact that you’re barefoot makes her tilt her head though.

“What happened to your shoes?”

You look down at your bare feet, flexing your toes absentmindedly. “I don’t.. I don’t know..”

Beth inhales and exhales deeply. She’s overwhelmed with barely contained rage. Not at you. At the situation you’ve unfortunately found yourself in. It’s not your fault. Doesn’t matter what you tell her, she knows it’s not your fault. When she does find out what happened to you, she’ll stop at nothing to make sure it never happens again. She takes out a pen and checkbook from her purse to write a check. She briefly glances up when she hears the sound of approaching footsteps.

The woman who helped you looks at the broken glass by the door. “Uhm..”

“What’s your name?”

The woman turns her head to look at the two of you when Beth asks her a question. “Caroline Reed”

Beth writes her name on the check before tearing it off and putting it on the counter by your empty plate. “Thank you for helping her out. This should cover the damage I caused to the door” She puts an arm over your shoulder and tucks you into her side as you make your way towards the door.

“Thank you” You tell Caroline before exiting the small, family-owned restaurant.

Caroline locks up after you leave. She walks over to the counter and looks at the check that was left behind for her. “Holy fucking shit” She exclaims, her eyes wide as she looks at the $10.000 check.

The car ride is spent in silence.

You look out the window.

Beth glances at you occasionally, her grip on the steering wheel tight. “Y/N-“

You cut her off. “I need to go to the hospital”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, baby”

“I need to know if I was..” You don’t finish your sentence. You can’t even bring yourself to speak the word. Luckily, you don’t have to.

“Okay” Beth says softly. “We’ll go the hospital”

Beth holds your hand as you enter the hospital. She does everything. The two of you follow a nurse to a room. It’s sterile and white. You don’t like it.

The nurse advises Beth to leave the room, but you want her to stay. So she stays.

The nurse collects DNA from your body. You feel self conscious when you’re asked to remove all your clothes so they can be collected as evidence. Beth had her assistant get you some new clothes and a pair of shoes so you put those on once she handed them to you. Afterwards you fill out documentation forms. You’re emotionally drained by the time the SANE nurse concludes the examination and gives you the okay to go home. She informs you that she’ll have the results in two to four weeks. Beth basically threatens her to get them faster. The nurse meekly apologizes and says that you’ll have the results within a week or two.

“The faster we get the results,” Beth looks at the nurse’s name on her identification card, “Anna, the more extra cash you’ll have in your pocket”

Beth’s fingers are interlocked with yours as you leave the room and eventually the hospital.

Once you’re in the car, she goes on her phone. After a few seconds, she turns to look at you. “Baby, I’m gonna ask you a question, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, okay?”

You nod.

“What’s the last thing you remember about yesterday?”

“I was.. at a frat party last night”

Flashbacks of you playing several drinking games and having drunk make outs with numerous pretty girls assault your vision. You take a breath.

“That’s it”

Beth doesn’t press about details of the party. “That checks out. Your phone is near your college” She says before putting the shift in drive.

“Really? How do you know?”

Beth holds out her phone to you.

You take it and look at the screen. It’s some sort of Find My app. “Are you serious? You knew where I was the entire time we were together?”

“Yep” Beth says as she starts driving forward. “Guess my controlling tendencies are finally paying off, huh?” She teases with a cheeky smile.

You can’t fight the smile that makes its way onto your face too. Goddamn this woman.

When you arrive at the frat house, a dozen memories of last night come flooding back. Some good, some bad. You look down when you feel Beth’s hand on yours. Your eyes meet hers.

“You don’t have to go in”

“I know” You squeeze her hand. “I want to”

Beth respects your decision. “Okay”

You both get out of the car.

Beth kicks open the double doors to the frat house. You follow behind as she walks in like she owns the place. She points at the first guy she sees.

“Call all your frat buddies down here right the fuck now if you know what’s good for you”

The dumbfuck dares to question her. “You can’t just storm in here. Who the fuck even are you?”

His friend taps him on his chest. “Dude. That’s Beth Dutton.. the governor’s daughter..”

“And the current Chief of Staff. Know your state politics” Beth eyes the young men coming into the room once they’re called down. She turns to the guy who knows who she is. “This everyone?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am”

Beth looks at you. “Go get your phone”

You follow the directions to where your phone is using the app on Beth’s phone. While you do that, Beth asks all the men present for their names.

You find your phone under one of two twin-sized beds in the room. It looks suspiciously clean for a frat guy’s room. You unlock your phone and notice how it’s been voice recording for over fifteen hours.

You let out a relieved breath. Even drunk, you’re still aware when some bad shit is about to happen.

You stop the recording and put your phone in your front pocket. You don’t look at the guys in the living room when you descend the staircase. You head straight for Beth who is standing by the door.

“Drunk me isn’t so incompetent after all” You tell her. “My phone recorded something from last night”

The older woman smiles at you. “I never doubted you for a second, Y/N. You could be drunk as a sailor and you’d still be a whole lot smarter than half the people in this damn state”

You smile wistfully. “Get me out of here?”

“With pleasure”

Beth brings you to the ranch. You let her walk you through the same house you stormed into a few weeks ago. Now you have time to admire the architecture. As you do that, it dawns on you just how wealthy she and her family actually are.

You’re halfway up the stairs when you notice her father standing below, his demeanor stoic and his expression unreadable. “Good afternoon, sir”

Mr Dutton nods. “Morning, Miss”

When you’re at the top of the stairs, Beth leans against the railing to look down at her father. “Y/N will be staying with us for a while, daddy”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement.

Mr Dutton walks away. “Okay, honey”

Beth leads you to her bedroom.

It’s large, but simple. Impersonal. There’s not a single frame in the room or anything of sentimental value. It feels hollow in a way you can’t describe.

Beth points to her bathroom. She tells you that you can use her toothbrush and that she’ll get another one later before giving you some privacy.

After a thorough brush of your teeth and a much-needed, hot shower, you step back into the bedroom. Beth sits next to some clothes you same she’s laid out for you; boyshorts, regular cotton shorts and a faded Stevie Nicks shirt.

You put them on. The shirt is just a little bit big on your frame, but you like it that way.

You sit beside Beth on the edge of the bed. “Hi”

“Hi” She says with a warm smile that reaches her eyes. The pad of her thumb brushes against the back of your hand. “What do you want to do now?”

“Kiss you”

Beth’s taken aback by that and it shows. “You still want me?” Her voice is soft, uncertain and vulnerable. “After everything I’ve put you through?”

You nod. “But if you don’t want me..”

Beth’s lips press against yours before you even have a chance to finish that sentence. Her hands hold your face. She pours all the love she has for you, all the apologies that have yet to be said, into the kiss. You straddle her lap and wrap your arms around her neck, arching into her.

Beth pulls away, breaking the kiss. Her pupils are blown wide as she looks up at you. “Are you sure you wanna do this, angel? I don’t want you to feel like.. like I’m taking advantage of you”

“I want this” You say confidently, your eyes trained on her lips as you lean in. “More than you could possibly imagine” You whisper against her mouth before capturing her lips in another kiss.

The sex that takes place moments after is different from all the sex you’ve had before. It’s soft. More gentle. Beth worships your body like a sinner at an altar, her lips pressing soft kisses all over you.

You let her pleasure you, knowing this is one of her ways of apologizing. You want to absolve her of her guilt. So if that means gripping the sheets for dear life, your knuckles on the verge of whitening, as she eats you out like there’s no tomorrow, so be it.

You’re beyond spent when Beth comes to lay down beside you. You let out a soft yawn as she brushes a few strands of hair from your damp forehead.

“Fucked you straight into exhaustion, huh?”

You don’t even have it in you to humble her (despite what she said being true). You just lazily nod your head as you get comfy under the covers.

Beth chuckles lightly before cuddling you from behind. The last thing you feel before succumbing to sleep is her arm draping around your waist and her lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

Once Beth is certain that you’re fully asleep, she sneaks out of bed. She wraps a robe around her nude frame before grabbing her EarPods and both your phones and quietly leaving the bedroom.

She gives Jason, the only thing she kept from her old job, a call to tell him to get the security footage of the last 24h from the area you were in this morning. She goes out onto the porch and crosses her legs as she sits down on the sitting wall. She couples her EarPods to your phone after unlocking it in one try. She’s told you time and time again to change your pin from 2580, but none of that matters right now. She opens Voice Memos.

You see, there’s a reason Beth asked those frat guys for their names. She needed to identify their voices. But back then Beth didn’t know that you recorded something. What she did know was that she’s been secretly voice recording your surroundings for the past few months. There was no way for you to have known that. It’s not her proudest moment, but if it makes it less shitty, she’s never had a reason to listen to the recordings.

Until now.

She deletes the hidden military app from your phone, but not before making a silent promise to herself and to you to be less.. paranoid.

She steels herself before pressing play on the message you recorded.

There’s an overlap of male voices followed by the sound of a door locking. You can’t make out what they’re saying. It just sounds like mumbling to you in your drunken state. Strong hands help you sit down on the bed. Your body feels weird. Like you’re an intruder in your own skin. You throw your arm over your eyes before lying on your back.

Asshole one speaks up. “Door’s locked?”

“Yeah” Asshole two answers with a grin.

Asshole one looks at asshole three who stares at you, his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me you’re gonna pussy out on us again”

“I’ve seen her somewhere” Asshole three says.

“No shit, dude, she goes to school with us” Asshole four says, his voice laced with irritation.

Asshole three’s eyes widen when it suddenly clicks where he knows you from. “Shit. We can’t do this. Not to her. Fuck, I knew she looked familiar, man!!”

The other assholes look confused when asshole three paces up and down the room.

“She knows Beth Dutton. I think she’s her part time assistant or something. I’ve seen them together”

“Dutton as in..”

“Yellowstone Dutton ranch”

A series of groans, ‘shit’ and ‘oh fuck’ can be heard before you pass out. The guys step away from you like you’re suddenly infected or something.

Asshole one takes a breath. “Okay. We’ll just.. get her out of here after the party’s over”

“Dude, last time we threw a party this big, it ended around five in the fucking morning”

“I know, dumbass, but what other choice do we have? If anyone sees us taking her out of here, we’re cooked. I’ll sober up and we’ll take my truck in the morning to dump her ass somewhere that isn’t our goddamn fucking frat house”

He lets out a sigh.

“Everyone clear out. Nobody, and I mean nobody, comes in this room until tomorrow morning”

A series of disappointed ‘fine’ and ‘yeah whatever’ fills the space before it’s followed by the sound of retreating footsteps. The door locks again.

You’re left alone in your drunken sleep, unaware of the depraved acts that would have transpired if you hadn’t aligned yourself with a Dutton.

Beth takes the EarPods out of her ears.

She stares blankly ahead of her until her father walks onto the porch. He observes her.

“No whiskey or cigarette today? Are you feeling alright, honey?” That’s his attempt at a joke, but it doesn’t come off that way with his rough voice.

Finally, Beth stands up, her hands holding her things. “Men are awful, daddy” She says in all seriousness before opening the front door.

Beth heads up to her room and closes the door behind her, careful as not to wake you. She takes off her robe and drapes it over the chair by her vanity before getting into bed with you. She cuddles you from behind again, holding you close as she laces her fingers with yours.

You subconsciously moan softly and scoot closer to her in your sleep. As if that were even possible.

Beth closes her eyes, breathing you in.

The last thought she has before allowing herself to succumb to sleep is of the ways she’ll make those frat boys suffer for what they put you through.

Hours later, your eyes flutter open as you begin to wake up. You stir and turn over to see Beth staring at you. “Fuck” You curse, recoiling slightly. “Jesus Christ, Beth. Don’t do that” You put a hand over your heart, feeling it pound under your touch.

“Sorry, baby” Beth says with a smile. “I can’t help but stare when there’s a pretty woman in my bed”

“Sounds like your speaking from experience”

“Maybe I am. That make you jealous?

You just roll your eyes before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and just sitting there, your hands resting by your sides.

Beth sits up too, worried that she hurt your feelings. “Shit. Y/N, I was just teasing. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s not that” You say before nudging your head towards your phone. You swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m.. scared of what I might hear”

Beth follows your gaze before looking back at you. “Let me listen to it. Let me spare you the pain”

You look back at her.

“Please, Y/N. It’s the least I can do”

It takes a moment for you to nod.

You grab your phone and unlock it before giving it to Beth. You grab her EarPods too. Like earlier, Beth couples them to your phone and puts them in.

You watch her intently as she presses play.

Five minutes in, it looks like she skips through the audio. When she reaches the end, she takes out her EarPods and puts them away before looking at you. “You weren’t assaulted”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You put your hand over your mouth, your eyes closed. You remove your hand once you’ve collected yourself. “What happened?”

“You got too drunk and crashed in some guy’s room. They were pissed and I guess they dumped you somewhere because they didn’t know where to take you” It’s a shitty lie, but in this case, it’s better than the truth. Beth doesn’t want you to think of her as your savior just because the only reason you weren’t assaulted was because you were seen with her. Plus, as shitty and manipulative as it sounds, she’s willing to bet you’re taking her word on this.

Which you do.

“Put your clothes back on” Beth says before getting out of bed. “I know how hungry you get after a great fucking” She says with a smug smile as she pulls a pair of jeans over her legs. “I’ll have Gator make us loaded steak fries. Your favorite”

You put on the clothes she gave you earlier. “Your cook’s name being Gator doesn’t surprise me as much as it previously would have” You pull the shirt down your chest and smooth it out. You look at her. “It feels wrong that I look so comfortable in your house. I’m a guest” You slip your feet into the indoor slippers she puts in front of you.

“You’re my guest” Beth says, closing the distance between you. Her hands come to rest on both sides of your waist. “Everyone in this place may be brave enough to ride into danger, but they’re fucking terrified of being on my bad side”

You chuckle. “So in other words, I’m safe?”

“The safest” Beth presses a loving kiss to your forehead. You scrunch your face. “Now come on” She laces your fingers together before opening the door and leading you out of the bedroom. “You can fill me in on what I missed during our break”

“I could say the same for you, Miss Chief of Staff” You tease as you descend the stairs. You wrap your other hand around her arm, stepping closer to her. “What would the press think about you having a controversially younger girlfriend?”

The older woman comes to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. She looks at you. “Girlfriend?”

Your eyes widen when you realize what you said. “Not girlfriend” Your cheeks heat up out of embarrassment. “I-I didn’t mean that. I meant just-“

“Girlfriend” Beth repeats again, this time while looking up at the ceiling before her gaze meets yours. “I like that. You’re my girlfriend”

“I’m your girlfriend?”

“You’re my girlfriend, baby” Beth says with a proud smile. Her hands come up to cup your jaw. “I’m done pretending you’re anything else”

You let her pull you into a kiss that neither of you can help but smile into till you pull away. The worst day of your life turned out to be one of the best.

You stay with her at the ranch from that point out. You didn’t have a lot of stuff so it was a quick move.

You and Beth fall into a routine. She’d give you a ride to campus before she left for work and then she’d pick you up whenever you were done. She had no absolutely no regard for her schedule when it came to you which you found sweet. You’d have dinner together with her family, who was at the table anyway, and then you went to bed. Six out of seven days you tried and failed to keep quiet as Beth ravaged you like a starved woman, whether it be eating you out or fucking into you with her strap.

The family kind of got an inkling of who you are to Beth when she not so subtly made an innuendo at the dinner table that almost made you choke.

Beth made it up to you in more ways than one.

One day, around five in the afternoon, Beth looks at your sleeping form as you take a much-needed nap. Your lips are slightly parted and the covers are up to your waist. She bends over to press a gentle kiss to your brow before leaving the bedroom.

Beth detests horse riding, avoids it at all cost if she can help herself. So for her to saddle up right now, her fingers working swiftly as muscle memory kicks in, means that something or rather someone has driven her to do something she doesn’t want to.

Beth swings up into the saddle with an impatient motion, settling her weight deep into the leather. She gathers the reins firmly, the mare beneath her tossing her head once before falling in line with her command. With a sharp nudge of her boots, she sends them forward, the hooves kicking up little bursts of dust as they pick up speed. She leans slightly into the ride, steering with a sure, stubborn hand toward the thick wall of forest ahead. The trees stretch tall and dense, the shadows between them deepening, but Beth doesn’t flinch. She presses on, the steady rhythm of hoofbeats matching the set determination in her chest as she disappears into the woods without a glance back.

When she reaches her destination, she brings the horse to a stop and dismounts before walking the mare over to a tree and tying the reins to the trunk.

Beth tips her Stetson up as she approaches Ryan and Lloyd who stand ten feet behind a group of naked, frightened young men with their hands behind their backs. Their bodies are marred with fresh bruises. They’re lined up and kneeling.

The sound of their cries is music to her ears.

But it’s not enough to spare them.

“Nice to see you again, boys” Beth says with a devious smile, her voice laced with false sincerity as she slowly walks past them with her chin up high. “I don’t want to be here longer than I have to, so I won’t take up much of your time” She comes to a stop in front of them so they can all see the storm raging in her eyes if they dared to look up at her. “You tried to rape the woman who loves me and still chooses to be by my side despite the many, many ways I’ve wronged her. A woman who knows what a massive fuck up I am and yet still treats me like I’ve hung the fucking moon. I can’t let that stand”

As expected, they apologize and beg for their lives.

Beth mocks them relentlessly until they realize their pathetic tears and mumbling won’t save them. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. All of you will officially be pronounced missing in a few days. Maybe weeks depending on how much your parents love you. There’ll be posters, news reports, hell maybe even a state-wide police search” She crouches down to their level. “But the one place they’ll never have the balls or the jurisdiction to look is here at the Yellowstone Ranch. This place is 775.000 acres. Just to paint you a picture, that’s bigger than Rhode Island” She says with a tight smile that sends a shiver down the boys’ spines. “Nothing happens on our land without our knowing. Well, until today at least” She puts her hands on her knees before standing up. “Here’s how the story will go. First, you boys will have foolishly snuck onto the ranch without any of us knowing. Your ridiculous trucks are parked just a few miles away so you could’ve easily walked over here. That’s the most likely conclusion the detective on your case will draw after finding your corpses. The second conclusion will probably be the fact that you each drank enough to kill a deer. This whole area will be littered with beer cans. Last but not least,” She holds her gloved hand out to Ryan who hands her a K6XS revolver, “your cause of death”

One of the boys’ eyes widen.

Beth notices. “Look familiar, Henry? It should considering it was found in your bottom drawer”

Her phone vibrates in her pocket. She pulls it out and looks at the notification. It’s a text from you asking where she is. She presses her phone to her ear after calling you. She lifts the gun up to her lips and holds it vertically as she makes a sinister shushing gesture to the boys before pushing the muzzle of the gun to the nearest guy’s temple.

“Hi, baby” Beth greets you sweetly. “I know, I know. I’m sorry for leaving without telling you. I just needed to get some air that isn’t polluted by Summer’s presence” She traces the trigger. The safety is off. “I’m close by. Just sitting by the river with my thoughts” There’s a pause on her hand as she lets you speak. “No, you can’t walk over here. It’s too far” Another pause. “Far enough that you won’t hear a scream from there” She listens to you speak. Her brows furrow slightly before she looks at Ryan and Lloyd. “Okay. I’ll be there soon, baby”

After you’ve hung up, Beth puts her phone back in her pocket. She walks towards Ryan and Lloyd.

“Y/N says my father is thinking of moving up the pasture rotation because of bad weather reports”

Ryan glances at the kneeling men. “That means when we ride through here..”

“We’ll discover the bodies” Lloyd finishes his sentence. “What’d you wanna do, ma’am?”

“Plan stays the same” Beth says without missing a beat. “I don’t give a fuck when their bodies get found. Just make sure you act surprised when that happens. The only ones who know about this are you, me and my father and I intend to keep it that way” She doesn’t wait for them to nod in agreement before walking over to the boys and pointing the gun at them. “All of you, in a circle. Now”

After the boys awkwardly shuffle to form a circle, Beth, Ryan and Lloyd stand behind them, each at a distance where the boys are in their line of sight.

“Since this is yours, Henry,” Beth hands the gun to the guy with brown-ish hair and intense, unwelcoming blue eyes, “you get to do the honors of starting this game of Russian Roulette. Each one of you will take a turn until someone eventually gets their brains blown out. There’s one bullet every time. You’ll keep going until only one of you is still breathing. That lucky guy will be free to go”

Henry swallows the lump in his throat before pressing the gun’s muzzle to his temple. His hand and lip tremble dangerously. No doubt out of fear.

“Put it down”

Henry lets out a breath and puts the gun down.

“It’s like you didn’t hear a word I was saying”

The boys flinch when two 12-packs of beer get thrown in the middle of them.

“There’s more where that came from. Get to drinkin’ or else I’ll pour them down your throats myself”

The boys open the cans and start drinking.

Except one.

“Please” The guy begs with tears in his eyes. It’s the same guy who identified Beth at the frat house. “We’re sorry. We’ll never do it again. I-I promise!”

“Oh, you promise? You fucking promise?” Beth raises her voice with every word she says. She tries to restrain herself from straight up attacking this guy, consequences be fucking damned. Her eyes screw shut as she forces herself to take a breath. But it’s not enough. “You were going to violate her” Her jaw sets as the mental image of what could have happened assaults her mind. “If your one inch dicks went anywhere near her, I would have tortured you using methods that haven’t been used since the Middle Ages”

Her eyes bore into his.

“This is me being merciful”

Beth watches them drink and drink and drink. There are eight of them. Their fraternity currently consists of fifteen, but these are the eight voices she identified from the recording. Together all eight of them drink a total of forty-seven beer cans.

Then begins the game of Russian Roulette.

Just like before, Henry lifts the gun to his temple. He’s shaking. Tries to mumble something, but Beth doesn’t care. He raises the gun to his head.

Click.

He lets out a breath of relief, his heart pounding in his chest. He hands the gun to his friend, Alex, who mirrors him by lifting the gun to his temple too.

Click.

The cycle continues. The third guy is sobbing before the metal even touches his temple.

Bang.

Blood spatters across the circle. One down.

Beth pulls the gun from his lifeless hand. Reloads. Spins. Hands it off to the next guy.

Bang.

Another.

Click.

Click.

Bang.

Click.

Bang.

Seven bodies slump in the circle like broken dolls. The last guy still breathing feels like his heart is gonna leap out of his chest. He survived.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just stares up at her. His hands are covered in blood that isn’t his.

“I-I’m done. I’m the last. You said I could go”

Beth kneels in front of him, close enough that he can see her eyes. There’s no warmth in them. There’s no reason for there to be. “I lied”

He shakes his head slowly. “Please..”

She pushes the revolver into his palm.

He lifts the gun with trembling fingers.

Cries like a child.

Bang.

Beth stands as the last echo fades. The forest is still. Quiet. Satisfied, she turns and walks away, leaving Ryan and Lloyd to cover up.

She wastes no time riding back to the ranch and handing her horse to Carter after dismounting her. They make short conversation. She asks him about the girl he’s been seeing to which he smoothly deflects by asking about the girl she’s seeing. She calls him a smartass and playfully shoves his head with a smile before walking to the lodge.

Once she’s inside, Beth heads into the kitchen for a cool drink and maybe a light snack. Her blood runs cold when she sees you talking to Jamie.

Your back is unknowingly facing her while you’re face to face with Jamie. You’re just talking, but you stop when he looks behind you, his eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated fear. You jump from the chair mere seconds after he does. He stumbles back, nearly tripping over his feet. You follow his gaze and see Beth storming towards him.

“You fucking waste of oxygen and space” Beth sneers as her vision turns red. “Don’t talk to her. Don’t you ever talk to her” She says, pointing her finger at him. “Don’t even fucking look at her”

You put a hand on Beth’s chest, keeping her at arm’s length. The only thing keeping her from killing Jamie right here and now is you. “Beth. Upstairs”

Beth doesn’t look at you.

“Now” You stress, your voice low and stern.

Beth’s upper lip twitches as she stares her ‘brother’ down. She manages to slap him hard enough that the sound echoes through the kitchen walls. You push her away firmly enough that she decides to turn on her heels and go up to your bedroom. You don’t glance back at Jamie before following her.

You slam the door behind you, not caring who hears. “What the hell was that, Beth?”

Beth looks at you in disbelief. “Me? You’re the one getting all chummy with that fucking traitorous bastard!” Her voice rises towards the end. She paces up and down, her hands on her hips. “I don’t want you anywhere near him, understand? Never”

Beth risks a glance at you. She comes to a stop when she realizes how much distance you’ve put between the two of you. Her lips purse. She can’t blame you for being weary of her right now.

“I’m sorry” The older woman says, avoiding your gaze out of shame and regret. “I didn’t mean to scare you like this, baby” She knows she’s never let you seen this side of her. The Jamie-hating side that often threatens to consume her whole.

Finally, her eyes meet yours. You steel yourself the best you can in order to ask her the following, “What did he do to make you hate him so much?”

Beth looks away, her jaw twitching. “He took something from me that.. I can never get back”

“..Is it something I can give you?”

Beth turns her head towards you so fast, it’s a miracle she doesn’t get whiplash. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, but no words come out.

You take a seat on the edge of the bed and pat the space next to you. “Sit down. Please”

Beth breathes out slowly before walking over to you and sitting down beside you. She doesn’t look at you. Her eyes are fixated on a random spot on the floor. “Yes” Is what she says after a long stretch of silence. “There is a way for you to give me what was taken from me. Probably more than one”

“Then I’ll give it to you” You say without missing a beat. You intertwine your fingers with hers, giving her hand a firm squeeze. “Just tell me what it is”

“It’s not an ‘it’. It’s more of a who”

You furrow your brows. “I don’t understand..”

Beth looks at you, her eyes glossing over. “I can’t have children. I was young and made the mistake of trusting Jamie of all people because I was scared. He had my womb cut out of me”

A shiver runs down your spine as you take in her words. “I’m sorry. Shit, that’s.. that’s so fucked up”

Beth blinks, letting a single tear fall down her cheek. She looks down at your interlocked fingers. She lets that ground her to the present while the past threatens to pull her into a dark place.

You look at her as she caresses your hand. “Do you.. still want kids? Cause’ I’ll give them to you”

Beth huffs a laugh.

“I’m serious”

Beth furrows her brows before looking at you. A disbelieving half-smile pulls at her lips. “Really? You’d fuck up your body to give me a baby?”

“I’ll give you a dozen babies if you want me to, Beth. Hell, I’ll let you breed them into me. Science has evolved and it keeps on doing so. I guarantee there’s a way for me to carry your beautiful, super feisty, blue-ish, green-eyed baby boys and girls”

Beth looks down at your hands again. “They’re hair would be strawberry blonde like mine” She says with a small smile, deciding to humor you.

“Good” You grab a gentle hold of her chin and turn her face towards you so you can look at her. “Because then I get to see you in them all the time”

Beth narrows her eyes at you, but not in a judgy manner. “Are you in heat, baby? You never mentioned wanting kids before and now you’re practically vibrating at the idea of them”

“I want to make you happy in any way I can, Beth, because you constantly do the same for me. So if a baby is what you want, I’ll give him or her to you”

Beth stands up and settles in front of you so you’re looking up at her. Her hands cup your face as she looks down at you with so much love in her eyes. “I’ll never deserve you, you know? Never”

You smile at her. Your eyes roam over her clothes. You didn’t have a chance to properly take her in beforehand. She looks like a real cowboy. Your breath hitches as your cunt throbs with want. God, the effect this woman has on you. “I think you were right about me being in heat” You hook your fingers into her belt, looking up at her with dilated pupils. “Cowboy Beth is really..” You breathe out slowly, “really doing it for me..” You bite your lower lip.

The older woman smirks. “Well, this cowboy is gonna take a nice warm shower. And maybe,”

You squeal when she throws you over her shoulder and lifts you up like you weigh nothing. “Beth!”

“she could use some company” Beth finishes her sentence before heading into the bathroom, the sound of your giggles music to her ears.

The water beats down on both of you. Steam clings to the tiles, obscuring the outline of your bodies as they intertwine under the large showerhead. You stand there with your eyes closed, the hot spray cascading over your face, as Beth's soapy hands glide over your skin, leaving trails of bubbles in their wake. Her touch is firm, yet tender, a silent promise of the pleasure she's about to unleash.

Beth's fingers trace the contours of your thighs, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above your knees before delving lower. You shiver with anticipation, your breath hitching as she parts your legs, gently pushing them apart. She's in no hurry, her movements deliberate and calculated to drive you wild with desire. The pads of her fingers dance along your inner thighs, teasing you with feather-light touches that make your legs quiver.

Her hand moves to cup your mound, the heat from her palm sending a jolt through your core. You can't help but whimper. She chuckles, a dark, seductive sound that makes your stomach flutter. “You're so wet” She murmurs, her voice a low rumble that vibrates against your ear. “Already so eager for me”

Without warning, she dips a finger inside you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. Her digit slides in and out, setting a slow, steady rhythm that has you leaning back against the cool tiles for support. Your hands grip her shoulders as she adds a second finger, then a third, stretching you open with a practiced ease that speaks of countless nights spent exploring your body. The walls of your cunt clench around her, trying to draw her deeper.

You watch through hooded eyes as Beth drops to her knees, the warm water caressing her skin as she brings her mouth closer to your core. She flicks her tongue against your clit, a gentle but insistent touch that has your hips bucking forward. You can feel her smug smile against your skin as she continues to tease you. Her fingers never still as they pump in and out of you. She's in control, dictating the pace of your pleasure. You're putty in her hands, eager to submit to her every whim.

After the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you, she doesn't let up, her tongue swirling and flicking to coax more ecstasy from your body. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving you panting and begging for mercy. But mercy isn't what Beth has in mind. She laps at you greedily, devouring your sweetness as your legs threaten to give way.

When she's satisfied with the taste of your release, she stands and lifts you up effortlessly. Your legs wrap around her waist, your arms clinging to her neck for balance. She presses you against the shower wall, the coolness of the tiles a stark contrast to the heat of your bodies. Her eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths.

You know what's coming next and the anticipation alone is almost too much to bear.

Her mouth moves to your right breast, capturing a nipple in a fierce suckle that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You gasp, arching into the sensation, as she continues to pump her fingers into you. The combination of her mouth on your sensitive peak and her fingers delving deep within you is incredible. You feel yourself building towards another orgasm, your cunt clenching around her hand in a silent plea for more.

Beth is relentless, her teeth grazing your skin as she leaves a trail of love bites from your collarbone to your neck. The slight pain only serves to heighten your arousal, each mark a brand of her ownership. You're lost in the sensations, a whirlwind of pleasure that threatens to consume you. Your breathing turns ragged as you struggle to keep up with the pace she sets, but you know you won't last much longer. Her thumb circles your clit, her tongue flicking against your nipple. Suddenly you're hurtling over the edge again, your body shuddering with the force of your release.

Beth senses your impending climax and shifts gears, her movements becoming more fervent. She slides her fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace, her thumb now pressing down firmly on your clit with each stroke. The change is like throwing gasoline on a fire, your body igniting with need. You tighten your grip on her neck, your nails digging in as you try to hold on, but it's no use.

Her eyes never leave yours, watching your every reaction, gauging your pleasure with a focus that's almost predatory. The water continues to stream down on both of you, mingling with the sweat that coats your skin. The steam in the room thickens, creating a haze that feels like a physical presence, wrapping itself around you, trapping you in this moment of pure, carnality.

The intensity builds, your moans growing louder, echoing off the walls. You're so close, so very close, your body a tightly wound coil ready to snap. And then, with one final, deep thrust of her fingers, that wonderful thing happens. Your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and making your vision swim near the edges.

You whimper, your nails dig into the skin on her back, drawing blood that washes away with the hot water that cascades down Beth’s back. She welcomes the pain like an old friend. Doesn’t complain, doesn’t hiss. You wonder if she feels it at all. Her lips whisper soft praises as you come down from your high. She gently withdraws her fingers from your cunt once you’ve caught your breath.

You watch her lick your cum clean off her fingers.

Hot.

You both continue to shower normally.

Afterwards, you each dry off and just lay down on the bed bare naked, staring at one another with your fronts pressed into the mattress.

You reach over to softly caress the scars on the right side of her face with the back of your index finger. “How’d you get these scars?”

“Long story”

You hum. You drag your fingers to the healed, third degree burn scars on her back. “And these?”

“Same answer”

You retract your hand. You stare into her eyes. “What was he like? Your husband?” You know you’re stepping in dangerous territory.

Beth purses her lips. “More than I deserved” She says, smiling a little. “I think he would've liked you”

You grab a hold of her fingers, fidgeting with them as you take them in. “I met him one time”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

You hum affirmatively. “At a grocery store” Now, you avert your gaze to her. “He stepped in when the cashier was being a creep. Stared him down so hard I think the dude actually shit his pants”

Beth chuckles, a soft hearty sound. “That sounds like my Rip. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to upset you. The last time I mentioned him, I saw something dark flash in your eyes” You say honestly. “And not in a hot way”

“I understand” Beth says, her hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I wasn’t good to him in the beginning either”

She lets out a regretful sigh.

“He died because of me”

“Don’t say that”

“No, he did. I have so much blood on my hands, Y/N. My mother, assistants and my husband” She exhales breathily, shutting her eyes before speaking again. “I don’t think it’s ever coming off”

“Then I’ll learn to embrace it” You bring her hand up to your mouth. You stare into her eyes as you press a kiss to the back of her hand. “Like I have embraced every other part of you”

Beth’s heart swells as a smile pulls at her lips. “Can you promise me something, darling?”

You nod.

“Outlive me” Her voice breaks a little. The pad of her thumb gently drags across your cheekbone. “I don’t have it in me to outlive both loves of my life”

“I promise to outlive you, Beth Dutton”

Beth smiles.

“Can I drive your Bentley then?”

Beth chuckles. “Not on your fucking life, baby”

Casual pt 1

Beth Dutton x Fem College!Reader

Warning: age gap, undefined relationship, d-word, smut, strap-on (r receiving), face-sitting, mild alcohol abuse, light angst

Word count: 3880

One night, you take Beth home.

Things escalate from there.

“I’m not a dyke”

You barely register the words that come out of Beth Dutton’s mouth as you come down from a mind-bending orgasm. Your arm is over your eyes, blocking your vision. Your bare chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath. You’ve melted into the mattress and become one with your bed.

When you think you’re at the point where you can form words and maybe even a sentence, you sit up and turn to look at the older woman sitting on the edge of the bed by the footboard. “I don’t know what you are, but no straight woman eats pussy like that. Fuck, it was like you were starving”

You’re not sure if Beth is even listening to you.

She takes a pack of cigarettes out of her bag and pulls one out before placing it between her lips. She rummages through her bag before tossing it back onto the floor. She turns to look at you.

“Got a lighter?”

“I don’t smoke”

Beth gets up and leaves the room.

You put on a shirt and your discarded underwear from earlier before following her. Your tiny studio apartment doesn’t give her much room to go far.

She turns on the front burner of your gas stove then bends down and turns her head to the side to light her cigarette. She brushes her hair behind her head to avoid it catching flame. When her cigarette is lit, she stands straight and turns off the burner.

Her eyes avert to the books scattered across your coffee table. “You’re studying law”

You descend the short ten step staircase, your hand sliding down the railing. “Yeah”

Beth hums before blowing smoke through her mouth, the cigarette resting idly between her index and middle finger. “Why? And don’t give me some bullshit about ‘wanting to fight for what’s right’”

“Money” You say honestly, crossing your arms over your chest. “Plus I’m argumentative”

A wry smile pulls at the corner of the older woman’s mouth. “That so?”

“That’s what my mom keeps saying” You shrug like your words don’t matter, but Beth can sense the repressed frustration laced in your voice.

“Mothers” Beth huffs, smiling ruefully. “They really have a way of getting to you, don’t they?”

She saunters over to you until you’re barely a foot apart. The heels of her cowboy boots give her the slight advantage of looming over you.

Her eyes study your face for a moment before she comes to a conclusion. “You won’t make a good lawyer” She says, taking another drag of her cigarette and letting it fill her lungs before exhaling the smoke through her mouth. “You’re too soft”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion”

“That’s fine” The older woman says as she makes her way towards the door. Her hand is resting on the doorknob while she looks at you, a sad smile pulling at her lips. “You’ll remember when it turns out I was right” And with that she leaves.

You don’t see her again for days.

You’re eating at a booth in the back of the town’s new diner when she takes a seat across from you.

“Tenders and fries? What, are you four?”

Your eyes don’t leave your laptop screen as your middle finger moves around the touchpad. You pop a fry into your mouth. “What do you want, Beth?”

“You. Now”

You look at her with an incredulous look on your face. You let out a humorless laugh. “You want me to drop what I’m doing just because you’re horny?”

“Yes”

“You’re unbelievable”

“I’ve been called worse in the last few hours” Beth reaches over to grab your half-empty glass of water before downing what’s left and slamming the cup back down on the table. She stands up, her eyes staring straight into yours. “Don’t keep me waiting”

You watch her walk away from the booth before exiting the diner all together.

Five minutes later, she has a smug expression on her face when you walk towards her car. She watches you with a smile as you get in the passenger seat without saying a word.

When she’s in the driver's seat, she rummages through her bag before throwing a pack of sweet mint gum onto your lap. “I don’t want to taste stale fries and overcooked chicken when I’m kissing you”

You roll your eyes, but take out a strip nonetheless.

The drive to wherever the hell Beth is taking you is spent in silence, safe for the hum of the afternoon radio. The basic country music that blasts through the Mercedes S-class is grating, but you hope you don’t have to endure it much longer. You turn to look at the older woman who has one hand on the wheel while the other rests on the center console.

“How did you know where I was?”

Beth doesn’t take her eyes off the road. “I didn’t”

“Then how did you find me?”

“Small town”

“Are you gonna keep giving me vague answers?”

“Maybe”

You roll your eyes again and look ahead of you. You’re still chewing the gum she gave you.

She pulls into a luxurious apartment complex that you can only dream of living in. She parks her car in the parking lot inside then opens her door, expecting you to follow. Which you do.

You head inside then step into an elevator.

Just when the doors are about to close, a wrinkled hand puts a stop to it, its presence between the doors causing them to open again. An old man steps into the elevator without looking at the two of you. You don’t see the way Beth rolls her eyes. He presses a number that’s just one more than the one Beth pressed before his appearance.

As the elevator starts to move, Beth puts a hand out in front of your mouth. You turn your head to meet her gaze. She quirks a brow as if she’s silently telling you to do something. You look at her for a bit before spitting the gum into her open palm.

Beth leans into your side. “Good girl” She whispers, sticking the gum on the back of the man’s blazer.

When you reach her floor and the doors slide open with a ding, the two of you step out of the elevator.

Beth grabs her keys as you walk up to her door.

Her apartment is.. incredible. Floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a breathtaking city view. A crystal chandelier that glimmers above a velvet sectional while a glass fireplace adds warmth to the open-concept space. The kitchen, a chef’s dream, boasts state-of-the-art appliances. In the bedroom, silk sheets and a walk-in closet filled with designer pieces complete the picture of effortless luxury.

You’re speechless.

Beth puts down her bag. “Strip”

You watch her walk into her walk-in closet where she turns on the lights. You set your own bag with your laptop and other stuff down by the vanity before taking off your clothes. You can't help but touch every beauty product she owns.

You turn your head when you hear her enter the bedroom. Your eyes rake over her nude body, from the swell of her breasts to the soft flesh of her toned stomach. What really catches your eyes is the black harness around her hips and the pale dildo that juts out between her legs.

“Oh.. wow”

“This the kind of stuff you’re into, right?” Beth asks like she already knows the answer. She walks over to the dresser where she pours herself a glass of whiskey. “Maybe not. Maybe I wasted several hours watching lesbian porn for nothing” She shoots back her drink before pouring another. “Either way” She tilts her head. “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so well with my silicone cock, you’ll be feeling me with every step you take for the next couple weeks. Is that what you want, Y/N?”

You let out a soft breath, trying and failing to ignore the throbbing between your thighs. You nod.

“I know it is, baby” Beth knocks back her second glass. “Now get on the bed”

You waste no time laying on your back. Part of you knows how pathetic you’re being, but you seem to rationalize it with the fact that Beth Dutton is even willing to touch you. That seems to be enough.

She ties her hair back.

“Should I be worried?” You ask as she gets on top of you, settling between your legs. God her eyes are really fucking green up close. “Usually when women tie their hair back, it means they’re determined to do/prove something”

Beth lets out a dismissive hum like she didn’t listen to a word you were saying. There’s no warning when she slips a single finger into your wet cunt.

You gasp softly.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Just.. caught me off guard”

She slips her finger out of you.

You feel the tip of her faux cock press against your slit. Beth looks down between your bodies as she slowly pushes her hips forward, watching every inch of ‘herself’ sink into your warm heat till she bottoms out with her hips flush against yours.

Beth looks at you now, her eyes roaming over your features. “You okay?”

You nod tightly.

“Use your words, baby”

“Yeah. I’m okay”

“Good”

Beth presses her lips against yours in a passionate kiss that escalates into one of hunger. As always, you let her take the lead. Her tongue finds its way into your mouth with ease, exploring and claiming. You can taste the strong, lingering remnants of whiskey and the faint taste of mint on her tongue. You moan softly into the kiss when she starts moving her hips. She starts off slow before setting a steady pace. You’re surprised by how well she’s thrusting into you since it’s her first time doing this.

Beth breaks the kiss to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. You close your eyes and turn your head, giving her better access to your skin. She feels the vibration of your breathy moan against her lips. You shudder when she licks a line from your collarbone to your pulse point.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the opulent bedroom. Beth’s breathing doesn’t falter. Not one bit. Your hands rest on her upper back.

You’re close. And she knows it. She can tell by the way your short nails are starting to dig into her skin.

When you cum, it feels like a dam has broken loose. Your eyes screw shut. Your back arches as your velvety walls clench around the silicone toy that continues to thrusts in and out inside you. A moan can’t help itself from escaping your lips.

Beth doesn’t hiss or complain when your nails threaten to break through her skin. Many of your past relationships/one night stands have. You can’t help it. You need something to anchor you when you reach your peak. You think Beth knows that.

Beth picks up her pace, her body moving rhythmically over yours. The mattress creaks in time with her thrusts. She's wild, unrestrained, her eyes focused on the point where her hips meet yours. You can feel her breath, hot and shockingly even, on your neck as she drives deeper into you.

You arch your back, lifting your hips to meet hers, desperate to feel her even more. Each stroke sends a shockwave of pleasure through your body that making your toes curl and your fingers dig into her back. The room is a blur of sensation, the only thing clear the feeling of her strap-on filling you up, stretching you out with its length and girth. She's not gentle, but you don't want her to be. You crave the roughness, the urgency in her movements.

Your breath catches as the orgasm builds again. Just like before, it starts as a small tremor in your core and spreads outwards like a wave. Just like before, you clench around her, trying to keep her in, to hold onto the feeling just a little longer. But just like before, she doesn't let up, her movements only becoming more erratic.

You come with a cry that's more guttural than you ever knew you could make. But she's not done. Far from it. She keeps going, pushing you into another orgasm, then another. Your vision swims with pleasure, your mind a haze of sensation. You're lost in it, drowning in the feeling of her fucking you, in the power she holds over you in this moment.

You don’t know how much time has passed when she finally slows down. Her breathing is different now. Not ragged, just a bit uneven. She’s slow to pull out of you, not missing the way you exhale.

You watch as her fingers work to undo the harness before letting the strap fall to the floor with a dull thud. Beth looms over you, her eyes warmer than you've ever had the chance to see them. Her hand comes up to brush a few rebellious strands of hair away from your sweat-coated forehead.

“Thank you”

“No problem” You say with a small smile despite having the slight feeling that you just got used. Your breathing is still somewhat pant-ish, but you swallow thickly as you gain some courage for what you’re about to say next. “I could return the favor”

Beth chuckles like it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world. “I don’t think you’re in any state to do that right now, darling, but I appreciate the offer”

“Sit on my face” You say, casually. “More than half of me needs some time to cool off before I can fully function again, but my mouth is in pristine condition. I could eat pussy in my sleep”

Beth quirks a brow, a sly/impressed smile pulling at her lips. “Alright. Suit yourself”

She positions herself over your face, her legs on either side of your head. She holds eye contact with you as she lowers her cunt onto your lips. You suppress a moan at the rich, musky smell of her. The well-groomed hairs of her mound tickle your face, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Go ahead, sweetheart” Beth encourages as she frees her hair from its confines. She shakes her head a little to untangle it. Her eyes find yours again. “Or do I have to ride you myself?”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You taste her once more, the tang of her desire coating your tongue. You hear her breath hitch, her hips rocking slightly as your tongue darts out to tease her aching clit. You feel the tremor run through her as you begin to explore, your hands gripping her taut thighs to hold her in place. You delve deeper, feeling her wetness against your nose, the softness of her flesh under your touch.

Her legs tighten around your head, suffocating you as her grip on your hair tightens also. It only spurs you on. You let your hunger for her guide your every movement of your mouth. You flick your tongue over her clit, feeling it swell beneath your ministrations, then delve into her warmth, tracing circles around her entrance before plunging inside.

Her body responds to your touch like a finely-tuned instrument, each stroke and suckle eliciting a new sound, a new spasm. You can feel the tension coiling within her. You don't ease off. If anything, you double down, eager to feel her come apart on your face. Your tongue moves faster, pressing harder, until she's grinding against you, her hips bucking in time with the rhythm you've set.

The moment she cums is like a symphony of sensation. Her thighs tighten, her back arches. She lets out a loud, breathy ‘Fuck!’ that echoes through the room. Her wetness floods your mouth and you drink it in, relishing the taste of her release. But even as her orgasm crashes over her, she doesn't stop moving. Instead, she grinds against your face even harder, silently urging you on, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Unsurprisingly, you obey, your tongue still dancing across her clit, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her.

After her third orgasm, she gets off of you and collapses beside you on her back. She puts her forearm over her eyes, blocking her vision as she tries to catch her breath. “Shit, Y/N. That was.. fucking incredible” She chuckles. “Bet you’re leaving a lot of sorority sisters very happy”

You snort a laugh.

Beth lets out a somewhat blissful sigh before sitting up. She gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. A while later, she comes out with a towel wrapped around her.

You watch her walk around the room. “Are you going somewhere?” You ask before letting out a soft yawn. You nuzzle into her pillow.

“No” The older woman says as she pulls a new pair of lacy underwear over her legs. “I have a virtual meeting with a company in Salt Lake at four”

She puts on a bra, undershirt and a black pencil skirt that fits her like a glove. You want nothing more than to caress her curves, but you restrain yourself. She holds out a light blue satin top in her left hand and a white button up in the right.

Your eyelids feel heavy as you point at the satin top. You let out another yawn and close your eyes.

Beth tosses the white button up on the bed and puts on the other option. She looks at herself in the mirror to make sure she’s presentable. Perfect as always. Then she turns around to look at you.

You’re fast asleep, your lips slightly parted.

Beth purses her own before leaving the room.

A few hours, your eyes flutter open as you begin to wake up. You close them again as you stretch lazily, your toes pointing towards the footboard. You check the time on the digital alarm clock on your right. 6:57PM. You let out a sigh before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and getting up.

You put on Beth’s white shirt after you pulled your underwear over your legs. You leave a few top ones unbuttoned before leaving the room. You always thought it was such a cliche when the woman in movies or shows wore the man’s shirt after they had sex. Yet, here you are now.

You find Beth sitting behind a desk in what you assume is her home office. She notices you when you come into view. She’s on a call, if the Bluetooth earpiece around her right ear is any indication. Her right hand types something into her laptop while she reads from a white paper that she holds in her other. You can hear her talking, but it’s all business stuff you don’t understand. Yet.

You walk over to her.

Without looking up at you or pausing her conversation, she uncrosses her legs and turns her body towards you. You take the silent invitation and sit down in her lap. Her left arm boxes you in with her right as she continues to do her work.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for her to finish up.

Beth takes the earpiece off and tosses it carelessly onto the desk along with the papers in her hand. She wraps her arms around you. “Sleep well?”

You nod enthusiastically. “I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep that fast before” You trace your pointer finger along the scar on her right cheek.

Beth smiles a little.

“..Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot”

You take a breath before continuing. “Why don’t you live with your family? At the Yellowstone?”

Beth presses her lips together, her jaw tightening for a brief second. “Too many memories there”

You don’t push further. “Does your hot brother still live there? I think he’s an attorney”

Beth scrunches her nose in pure disgust. “If you think Jamie’s hot then I must be on fucking fire”

You laugh. “I mean.. he’s not bad on the eyes. He has this look about him. He looks like he gets shit done.. but I also get the feeling that he’s a-“

“Pussy”

“Pushover”

“Two things can be true at once”

You smile. “I guess they can” You reach for the glass of water on her desk and bring the rim to your lips. You shudder after swallowing the liquid. Your throat burns. “That’s not water”

“Never said that it was” Beth takes a sip of the vodka like it’s nothing before setting it back down.

You wonder how she’s doing it. Once you’ve recovered, you wrap your hands around her neck as you look down at her. “Does that one guy still work at the ranch? He’s kinda big. Has a beard. Wears mostly all black. I think his name is Rip?”

You see a look on Beth’s face that you’ve never seen before. You can’t place it. It’s like a cocktail of sadness, anger and recognition. You don’t know what to do when her arms fall at her side.

Just as you’re about to open your mouth, a guy walks in. He’s tall-ish and has this city vibe about him. You figure this is Beth’s assistant.

“Got that info you wanted on the Irons case” Jason hands Beth a file that she gradually accepts. She shifts her weight. You get the message.

You stand up and look at her.

Beth doesn’t look at you. “Jason will take you home. I’ve already texted him your address”

Again, you open your mouth to say something, but Beth beats you to it without averting her gaze.

“Goodbye, Y/N” Beth says coldly.

You frown at her cold demeanor. You don’t say anything as you walk past Jason to leave the room.

He drives you home. He even walks you to your door. You glare at him to which he smiles as if to say ‘Yeah, this sucks, but I kinda have to.’

“Sorry. Beth’s orders”

You roll your eyes and use your key to open the door before slamming it in Jason’s face.

Once you’ve settled into bed (after taking a long-ass shower), you get a text from Beth.

Sorry for being a bitch

You turn over your phone so the screen is face down. You close your eyes and focus on falling asleep. All you can think about is Beth and how she hurt your feelings. Maybe you overstepped. But even if that was the case, she could’ve said something instead of brushing you off.

You decide to let it go for now and go to sleep.

The next day, she’s at your door before you leave for college. You cross your arms over your chest.

Beth doesn’t say anything. What she does do is reveal a bouquet of hundred dollar bills from behind her back. “Actions speak louder than words, right?”

“You think you can just buy me off?”

“Can’t I?” Beth questions with a cheeky smile.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling, but you fail miserably.

Sugar and Spice

Beth Dutton x Fem!Reader

Warning: implied sex, hurt/comfort, conflicted feelings, eventual fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3055

You’re the new cook at the Yellowstone.

It's before noon when Beth makes her way down the stairs of the main house. She follows the mouthwatering scent of food into the kitchen. She stops dead in her tracks when she sets sight on an unfamiliar woman. Her eyes rake over her figure.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You turn to look at her from behind the stove, your loose skirt swishing with the sudden movement. “Good morning!” You say with a warm smile. “You must be Beth” You extend your dominant hand for her to shake, but she just keeps staring at you, her eyes weary. You retract your hand and turn back to the stew cooking on the stove. You gently stir the rich liquid. “I’m Y/N. The temporary new cook”

“What happened to Gator?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who that is, ma’am”

Beth closes the short distance between her and the other woman. She towers over you with ease despite you being almost the exact same height. She stares into your eyes. “If you value your life, Y/N, you will never call me ‘ma’am’ again”

You nod. “I’m sorry, Miss-“

“Nope”

You look at her. “What should I call you then?”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t call me at all” Beth says coldly as she grabs a spoon from the drawer. “But if you have to, call me Beth” She takes a spoonful of the stew with a chunk of beef and a diced potato. She doesn’t blow on the steaming hot liquid before taking the spoon into her mouth. Her eyes flutter close, her jaw sets. You don’t think it was a voluntary reaction. You watch her throat bob as she swallows. She opens her eyes to look at you.

You look back at her.

“Hm. It’s.. edible”

Beth tosses the spoon into the sink.

“Be a doll and wash that for me, will you?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond before she’s out of the kitchen. You lower the heat to let the stew simmer a bit. You cover the pot with a clear lid then you wash the things you used to make your dish, including Beth’s spoon.

Once the stew is done, you move onto making the bread from scratch. When you’re finished, you turn off the oven and take out two trays with four small loaves of French bread each. You place them on the counter and take out the last tray.

“Dang it” You curse when you come to the realization that you don’t know how to bring the food outside to the ranch hands. Mr Dutton didn’t show you where the tableware was and you don’t feel right snooping around in his house.

You take a breath and go look for someone who can help you. You reach a room with open doors.

Beth sits behind a desk, her phone pressed to her ear with one hand while the other writes something down on an important-seeming piece of paper.

You hesitantly take a step forward, only to come to a halt when she sets the pen down and raises a finger at you without taking her eyes off of the paper. Beth says something strict and final to whoever she’s on the phone with before hanging up and putting it down. She looks at you.

“What do you want?”

You make a mental note to try and get used to her harsh tone. “I was just wondering if you knew where the tableware was. For the guys”

Beth turns her attention back to the papers on her desk. She turns one page over. “Ask Rip”

“I don’t know who that is..”

“Jesus fucking Christ” Beth mutters before letting out a clearly exasperated sigh and getting up. “Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy. Come on”

You follow her out of the main house.

Beth walks in big strides towards one of the round fence things where the guys ride the horses. It shouldn’t be a struggle to keep up, but it is.

Beth leans against the fence. You stand on the bar at the bottom to make yourself taller. A guy in all black is riding or trying to stay on a wild brown horse. The horse bucks like his sole mission in life is to get the man off him. The man pulls at the reins. The horse neighs in protest. He walks around the post normally now, but you can tell he’s still hot.

You click your tongue twice.

The man hangs on tight as the horse gallops over to you. You reach forward to gently stroke his head. “It’s okay” You say, softly. You run your knuckles up and down the bridge of his nose. You can tell he’s calming down. You use your other hand to caress around his ear and laugh when they both flutter.

“I’ll be damned” The man, who you assume is Rip, says, fixing his sunglasses. “You might be the only person this tough son of a bitch hasn’t tried to bite”

You smile at that.

Beth rolls her eyes. “This is the new cook. She wants to know where the tableware is”

“Jimmy! Show Miss..”

“Oh, Y/N is fine”

“Y/N where we keep the bowls”

A tall skinny guy runs up to you.

Beth pushes herself away from the fence.

Your hand stops mid-stroke of the horse in front of you to watch her walk back towards the house. You can’t help, but let your eyes drift to her ass. You shake your head and quickly turn away.

You work at the ranch longer than you expected.

Mr Dutton appoints you to a cabin not far from the main house. You tried to decline the generous offer, but he voiced his concern about how the drive from your place to the ranch is a waste of time. It doesn’t help that you arrived a whole hour late one day because of a car accident on Maine street.

Your alarm wakes you up at five in the morning. You sleepily reach over to grab your phone from the nightstand to turn it off. You toss it onto the empty side of the bed and close your eyes again.

They open when it feels like you’re being watched.

You sit up and see Beth leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She’s dressed in nothing, but lace panties and a loose red flannel with only a button in the middle to keep it together.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as you look at the valley of her breasts. “Am I still dreaming?”

A smile tugs at the other woman’s lips before she saunters over to you, swaying her hips.

You look up at her when she comes to stand beside your bed. You don’t flinch when she pinches you.

“That answer your question?”

Your eyes widen when she pulls the covers off of you and straddles your lap. Her arms hang loosely around your neck as she looks down at you.

“Jammies. How cute”

You look down at the plain blue pajama set you’re wearing then back up at her. “What-“

Beth shuts you up by pressing her lips against yours in a passionate kiss. By the time you break apart, you’re breathless and mildly confused.

She grabs a hold of your chin and tilts it up to make you look at her. Her thumbs brushes your lower lip.

“You want this, don’t you, Y/N?”

“I-I can’t. You’re my boss’ daughter.. I-“

“It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes”

Beth holds your gaze while pushing her thumb into your mouth. “Then that’s all that matters”

You have sex with her.

It’s around a quarter before six when Beth gets out of bed and puts her clothes back on. To your surprise, she didn’t walk bottomless to the cabin. You watch her pull a pair of loose cotton shorts over her toned legs. You have the covers pressed against your chest while you sit up and watch her get dressed. It’s cliche and completely ridiculous seeing as she already saw you naked, but still.

Once she’s dressed, Beth leaves the room and eventually the cabin, judging from the way you hear the door slam on her way out. You fall back against the mattress and let out a sigh. What just happened? That’s a question that’ll have to wait for another time because you still have a job to do.

Beth walks into the main house with her brows furrowed. What she did with Y/N was supposed to make her feel good. Powerful. And it did.. just not in the way she anticipated. Fuck. Ninety-five percent of the times she had sex with someone, she did it just because she was horny. She never cared about their pleasure, much less their feelings.

So why does she hunch over and retch into the sink to throw up like she was violently hungover?

You don’t see her again for two days.

You’re stacking up pancakes on a plate when she comes into the kitchen. You turn to look at her, but she doesn’t look at you. Her eyes are fixated on the small basket of blueberries on the counter.

“What’s that?” Beth asks, pointing at the basket. There’s an unsettling edge to her voice.

You turn off the burner and stack the last pancake. “Blueberries” You say once you’ve turned to her to give her your full attention. “I went for a walk the other day and saw a few bushes-“

“I don’t care. Where did you get that basket?”

You look at the basket with a confused expression. “Jamie gave it to me” You wince when you suddenly get a cramp attack out of nowhere.

If Beth notices, she doesn’t say anything. “Of course he did. That fucking little bitch”

You don’t know what that’s about. You take a sip of water from the glass you put aside. Your hands grip the counter when you get another cramp. You breathe out slowly, rocking back and forth.

Beth’s eyes roam over you. “What’s wrong with you?” There’s a hint of concern in her tone despite her clearly being bothered by you for some reason.

You shake your head. “Just..” You breathe out slowly, trying to get your bearings, “that time of the month, you know?” You say with a small smile.

Another cramp has you doubling over in pain.

“Jesus.. Christ!” You exclaim after taking a gasp in between. “That hurt. It’s never hurt this bad before”

“They’re period cramps, sweetheart” The other woman says in a condescending tone as she pours herself a glass of water. “They’re supposed to hurt”

“Nothing in this world is supposed to hurt..”

Beth lets out a humorless laugh. “God” She looks up at her ceiling with a disbelieving smile. “You are so fucking naive. How could someone be this..”

The words start to fade as your vision blurs. You sway slightly. It’s not long till everything goes dark.

Your eyes flutter open when you become conscious again. You let out a soft, disgruntled moan as you stir. You feel yourself laying on a bed. You look around the room. You see Beth sitting in an armchair to your right with her back facing the door.

She stands when you try to sit up. Her hand comes to rest on the back of your shoulder while the other puts the pillow against the headboard so you could lean back. It’s only once you’re situated that she sits back down in the armchair.

“Thank you” You say. “What happened?”

“You fainted. Something tells me you skipped dinner last night” Beth says, her head tilted slightly.

You purse your lips. “I didn’t.. measure the contents correctly” You fidget with your fingers. “There wasn’t enough left for me after I served your family”

“You measured correctly” Beth says, her tone firm and certain. “We had two guests that you didn’t account for. That’s not on you, Y/N”

You exhale through your nose, your eyes downcast. You trace the outlines on your palm.

“You vex me”

You look at her. “I don’t know what that means”

“You make me feel frustrated. Thirty-seven years on this earth and I’ve never met someone like you before. Someone so.. kind. So pure”

Beth sucks a breath through her teeth as she looks away. It’s almost like she’s ashamed of something.

“I didn’t have good intentions when we slept together. I wanted some of your purity for myself. After we were done, I felt like I used you. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve used people like that before, but with you it just didn’t feel right and I’m sorry, Y/N”

“It’s okay” You say almost immediately.

Beth stands up. “No, it’s not okay and that’s the point. I used you. You should fucking hate me”

“I could never hate you, Beth”

Beth is taken aback and it shows.

You wince at your own words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out so cheesy” You glance at the untouched glass of water on the nightstand. You point at it as you look at Beth. “Is that for me?”

The woman nods, not trusting herself to speak.

You take a sip and swallow, allowing the cool liquid to enter your body. You take a few more before setting the glass back down. “I like you. I’ve.. liked you for a while now. I was just afraid that.. if I were to pursue you, I’d get rejected and lose this job. So when you came up to me in bed that morning, I thought that was the one and only way I’d ever get to be with you. So technically we both.. kinda.. used each other. I didn’t mean to at the time, but the longer I think about it, the clearer it gets. Does that make sense? I don’t think that it does..”

Beth chuckles at your rambling. She lets out a sigh then looks at you. “You hungry?”

“A little”

“Come on. I’ll buy you breakfast”

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were taking me out on a breakfast date” You say cheekily before bending down to put on your shoes.

“That’s because I am”

Your head snaps up to look at her.

Beth rolls her eyes out of faux annoyance. “Don’t make this weird” She says with a smile as she walks towards the door. “I’ll meet you downstairs”

You watch her leave the room.

When you hear her descend the stairs, you quietly celebrate the fact that she’s not weirded out by you. You compose yourself when you head downstairs.

You get your coat from the rack and put it on before following Beth outside to her Mercedes S-class.

The drive is spent in comfortable silence until you decide to break it by asking the question that’s been itching to get out since you woke up.

“Did I do something wrong? Before I fainted”

Beth glances at you. “What do you mean?”

“The basket? Should I not have used it?”

Beth purses her lips. “It was my mother’s. Jamie knew that and he still..” She stops herself, not wanting her constant anger at him to ruin your moment together. “I was just surprised to see it”

“I’m sorry. I’ll put it back later”

“No” The other woman says with a sigh. “It’s good that you’re making use of it” She says, a small smile tugging at her lips when she glances at you. “Those blueberry pancakes were damn delicious”

You laugh. “Well, I’m glad you liked them”

That comfortable silence from before settles between you again. You look out of the window at the breathtaking scenery that passes you by. You look down at your hand when Beth interlocks her fingers with yours, her dominant hand resting coolly on the wheel. She grips your hand firmly.

You smile when you look out the window again.

From that moment on, you become her girl. And she let everyone on the ranch know it. Of course you had to break it to your boss, her father, first. You kinda just stood behind her as Beth told him about the two of you. She held your hand behind her back for support while you used the other to fidget nervously with the hem of your dress.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when Beth stepped aside and you locked eyes with Mr Dutton.

“Is she gonna interfere with your job, Y/N?”

You tilt your chin up. “No, sir”

Mr Dutton nods. “Then we don’t have a problem”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding once he leaves. Beth chuckles at the pale look on your face before taking you in her arms.

“Did big bad Mr Dutton scare you?” She mocks in a baby voice as she rests her chin on your head.

“Shut up..” You murmur, nuzzling into her chest.

You feel and hear her laugh before she presses a kiss to the top of your head. You smile.

The entire ranch notices the effect you seem to have on Beth. They’ll never voice it to you, because they’re not that stupid, but you get the impression that they’re grateful that you’ve kinda softened her. They’re still scared shitless of her, and honestly who can blame them, but they seem to be more at ease when you happen to be around her.

You watch from a soft blanket on the grass as she talks to Rip. You know some parts about their relationship. Beth doesn’t seem to talk about it, but she doesn’t have to. You can tell how much he means to her and how much she means to him.

She walks over to you and sits down behind you, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she presses a soft kiss to your lips. You’re both smiling like fools when you pull away. You turn your attention back to the setting sun. Beth rests her cheek against your head. You lean into her.

“I’m happy to have you in my life, Y/N”

“Me too, Beth. Me too”