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by the stream (dogma x reader, explicit)

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"...and it's not that I'm not satisfied, because, believe you me, I am. I just was sort of wondering if it would be okay or if you'd be mad or think less of me and if you did I wouldn't do it."

"That's all," you add lamely, hands balled into fists, the cottony fabric of your skirt curled in your fingers. Dogma stares at you, bewildered, and you find yourself cursing Sweetness for convincing you that this idea wasn't completely ridiculous.

"That's, uh, that's all?" Dogma repeats, clarifying. You nod minutely, refusing to budge more than an inch, as if a gesture too large will scare him away. He's sort of strange, Dogma, doesn't think too well of himself and all. You're almost certain this request will make whatever confidence he has dwindle to nothing.

Dogma lets out a sigh, scratches at the back of his neck, and then honest-to-god, laughs.

"Are...are you angry?" you ask in concern as he shakes his head, chuckling.

"No," Dogma tells you, holding out his hands for you to take. Despite your confusion, you thread your fingers in his large, calloused ones. "It's not...we're not...well, you know how I feel about you, babygirl. But the others, I imagine they get lonely."

"I know I did, before you," he admits, squeezing your hands. "It's alright. Really. I'd never...you know."

"What?" you ask him, relief flooding through you. Dogma smiles, a shy thing, and releases your right hand from his, reaching up to cup your cheek. You cover his hand with your own, turning and pressing a kiss to his palm.

"I'd never think less of you," Dogma says, quiet but warm, a gentle truth laid bare. "You're quite a woman, babygirl. I like you as you are."

"Besides," he adds as you rub your cheek lovingly against his hand, "I, ha, you probably won't believe this, babygirl, but I sorta thought you already were."

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Your bloomers are sticky against your skin, no matter how many times you try to detach them from your thighs. The night air is hardly oppressive - as autumn creeps in, and the days get a little colder, the worst parts of summer begin to fade away. You shouldn't be sweating at all, really, but you can't help your nerves tonight.

Feels like you're always nervous about something or other. Kaipo says that's just life on the run, but to be completely honest, the robbing and killing and always hiding doesn't twist you up inside the way you thought it would, and that frightens you a little. What does twist you up is the idea of approaching the some of the folks in camp with the scandalous notions you've been turning over and over in your mind. Funny how the mind works. Sweetness says you have a lot of issues that need working out - and you're beginning to think she may be right.

Stone's laughter bubbles up from the campfire. He calls the boys sitting there a few choice words, and dusts himself off, rising from the log he was perched on and making his way over to the tent. He's handsome in an intimidating kind of way, though you suppose that has to do with his being older and all. Thorn and Fox are the same kind of frighteningly attractive to you - experienced and cocksure in a way that's never arrogant. They just are, capable, and deadly, and probably more than familiar with the ways of pleasuring a woman. Not that Dogma isn't familiar, of course - he's an eager student, quickly surprising you with his tricks and ideas he'd like to try. It's just that, well, you wonder about some of the older men. And if Dogma doesn't have a problem with you doing a little more than wondering, what's stopping you?

Stone removes his hat, scratching at his shaved head and looking back at the fire, shirt loose and only partially buttoned. His spurs jangle as he makes to call it a night. It's now or never.

You leap over to Stone on tiptoe, moving out of the shadows and startling him enough that his hand goes instinctively to the revolver at his side. When he squints, though, and gets a good look at you, the older man breathes a sigh of relief and chuckles softly.

"You get lost, little Nightmare?" Stone asks you easily, reaching out to take your hand and kiss it, like he does just about every time you arrive in his line of sight. The action steels you some, reminds you that you're not here chasing a foolish dream, but merely following the path Stone has laid out for you time and time again. You want to know where it leads.

"No," you tell him, and, lurching up onto the balls of your feet you, quite bravely in your opinion, press a single chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. You fall back to the ground heavily as Stone levels you with a confused look. Almost like he's asking question, Stone draws you slowly, gently to him, giving you plenty of opportunity to duck out at the last moment, until he finally kisses your chapped lips with the sort of hungry curiosity you imagine sits just as plain and desperate on your tongue.

He lets you go, even slower than he'd brought you to him, and only once you've both opened your eyes, blinking beneath the moonlight, does Stone's face break out into a lazy grin.

"Well, alright then," he says, voice low and gritty. Stone pulls aside the canvas opening to his tent, a hand on your waist as he guides you inside. "Ladies first."

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"Goddamn these pins are tricky." Stone's fingers move deftly through your hair, gently prying each pin out as you kneel facing away from him, nervous hands clasped in your lap.

"Well I told you you don't have to take my hair down," you remind him, unable to keep the edge of irritation out of your voice. You and Stone generally have an easygoing friendship, an appreciation for each other's sense of humor. Right now, though, you're not sure if you want to get on top of him to fuck him or to kill him.

"Just being gentlemanly," Stone tells you, his words coming out funny on account of the pins currently settled between his teeth. "You girls hate losing these things, isn't that right?"

"You gonna hang onto them as a memento?" you ask him, irritation growing for some reason you can't quite place as you hear the pins clatter into Stone's hand. "Or are you gonna get a move on, because I am starting to lose my patience-" Stone cuts you off with a swat to your ass. You yelp in surprise, the faux smack too light to be remotely painful, but Stone lets out a satisfied hum at the sound.

"I'm trying to help you relax, Nightmare," Stone tells you, mouth real close to your ear, his broad chest pressed up against your back and practically caging you in. You close your eyes, not bothering to hide the way your body reacts in delight to his closeness, to his deep, dark voice. Stone presses a tender kiss to the shell of your ear, and you sigh, falling back against him. "You're more jittery than a feral cat. Don't know why, but you are. So calm down and let me fix it."

"I'm not jittery," you say, lying through your teeth. Stone doesn't even entertain the idea of responding, just humming a slow tune you've heard a few times as he picks out the last of your pins. "Maybe I am. I don't know. I don't...I don't do this kind of thing."

"Mhm," Stone murmurs, reaching forward to show you his hand, now full of hairpins. "You got somewhere you like to keep these, or should I put them with my things?" You shake your head, holding out your own hand to take the pins back and depositing them into your tiny coin purse for safe keeping. Before you can even begin to think about turning around and kissing him, Stone begins threading his fingers through your hair with great care, gently undoing all the knots. You lean forward to give him better access.

"It's all new to me, you know," you continue, mostly thinking aloud as Stone expertly helps you to wind down. "I mean, not the more intimate things. Just, um. Sharing in them, I guess."

"You don't have to share in them," Stone reminds needlessly. It's a nice sentiment, anyhow.

"I know that," you tell him. "Of course I know that. You're the most honorable band of thieves I've ever met." Stone barks out a laugh, gathering your hair up in one hand and letting it rest over your right shoulder. You begin playing with it restlessly, even as Stone's large hands find themselves kneading at your tense shoulders.

"I want to do this," you say quietly. "I mean, of course I want to. I'm here, aren't I? Maybe it's guilt. My parents taught me that you find someone who you love and you stay with them, and I'm in love with Dogma - don't tell him I said that, not yet - and we may not be married but it feels about the same, and I just sorta...I feel like..." Stone does not try to fill in the spaces where you trail off, doesn't do anything except keep at the steady, firm rhythm he's developed along your shoulders and at the base of your neck, waiting patiently for you to find the answer yourself.

"It's not a worse sin than any other," you whisper. "Why am I so knotted up about it?" Stone sighs, something heavy and full of tired affection, and presses another kiss to your skin, this time at the back of your neck, just above where he is currently massaging.

"I'm not a very religious man," Stone tells you, uncharacteristically candid. "I'm not religious at all, really. But I don't think love is a sin."

"But I'm not-" you catch yourself, cutting yourself off before you can say something rude. Is Stone in love with you? Have you read this all wrong? Your body tenses up again, ready to dart out of the tent, because if he feels that way, and you can't return those feelings, it's too cruel to stay here and see this thing through. But Stone just laughs softly, hands firm and heavy at your shoulders, keeping you right where you are.

"I know you're not in love with me, Nightmare," Stone tells you with a playful sort of warmth. "And I'm not in love with you, thanks very much for assuming. But I love this gang, and I love the people in it, and that includes you, don't it?"

"I guess," you agree hesitantly, even if it sort of feels like you're stretching things a little to suit your needs. Then again, you suppose that's what being in this gang means from time to time.

"So this is love, which means it ain't a sin," Stone says simply, finally moving down to your upper back, thumbs pushing out from your spine, knuckles rubbing in sure circles at your shoulder blades. "Nice and simple. Lie down for me, will you, Nightmare? You're tense as hell, in need of a proper back rub." You do as Stone asks without thinking about it, too busy mulling his reasoning over, but when he settles himself just below your hips, thick, muscled legs straddling your own, the world comes back into hyper-focus.

"Comfortable?" Stone asks you, picking up on your body's momentary freeze. You inhale deeply, and then let the breath out.

"Yes," you tell him, tired of overthinking and overanalyzing and just wanting to enjoy the moment. "I'm comfortable."

"Good, that's good," Stone says lightly, lifting up your camisole ever so slowly, slipping it up and over your head with just a bit of clever maneuvering. The old blanket beneath you is chilly against your bare chest, but Stone's hands are warm, if a little weathered. He grinds his palms into your back, slow, repetitive, just beneath the shoulder blades, and you let out a contented sound at the feel of it. Stone chuckles, letting his hands move down, down, down to your hips, pushing expertly at the meaty flesh there, massaging your tired body and making the tension evaporate. Your eyes flutter shut, and you're on the edge of sleep when his fingers finally slip beneath the waistband of your bloomers, teasing the undergarment off your body.

"Still comfortable?" Stone asks, heat at the edge of his voice that had not been there before. His hands rest, large and heavy, atop your ass, not moving, taking no liberties, just making their presence irrefutable. You push back with your hips, lining up the place where your thighs meet with the hard line in Stone's trousers. Stone groans, pushing back against you for a minute, hips doing a slow rotation, and then he draws back.

"I'll take that as a yes," Stone murmurs, removing your bloomers entirely, shrugging them down off one foot then the other. Crickets chirp loudly outside the tent, the stream nearby rushes after heavy rainfall earlier today, and you settle in, sure that the sounds of your intimacy will be drowned out by the nature around you.

But Stone doesn't reach between your legs, and he doesn't ask you to turn over. He just keeps on kneading at you, hands pushing and pulling at your ass, spreading your cheeks almost experimentally. You crane your neck as far back as you can, curious, but Stone isn't in your line of sight at all. He's low to the ground, somewhere behind you, and before you can put together what he might be doing back there, you feel the unmistakable sensation of a tongue dragging itself leisurely between your legs.

"Oh!" Stone laughs into your cunt, a devilish, deep sound of amusement that has you squirming, has your legs closing around his head. Stone doesn't let it happen, planting his shoulders firmly between your thighs and spreading you, open and aching, with his large hands.

"Shouldn't be so squirmy after all that tender care," Stone mutters, nipping playfully at your ass. "Wanted you boneless. Relaxed."

"I am relaxed," you gasp, unprepared for Stone to dive back into his work, his tongue circling your entrance in long, leisurely rotations, occasionally slipping inside of you entirely and making you grasp at the cotton blanket just to keep steady.

"Then hold still," Stone says, half-garbled as he refuses to remove himself from your pussy, now soaked through. You twist and squirm without meaning to, the things his tongue is doing playing you like a fiddle, and though it's entirely on accident when you shove your cunt forcefully into Stone's mouth, he moans so loud you fear he'll wake the whole camp, so it would seem he doesn't really mind.

"Stone," you whine, trying and failing to escape the all-encompassing pleasure he delivers to your cunt. No one's ever tasted you like this before - frankly, before Dogma, no one had ever tasted you, period - and the separation of it all, the way you have to just lie there and let Stone devour you, is as overwhelming as it is electrifyingly sweet. "Stone, I - I need to-"

"I told you to hold still," Stone says without an inch of sharpness, amusement lacing the order and softening it, even as he forces your bucking legs to the ground. "All this time I thought you was a good girl, Nightmare."

"I am," you insist, and you're not sure why you say it so fiercely, because what does it matter what kind of girl Stone thinks you are? But Stone just laughs against you once more, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cunt that leaves you shivering.

"Yeah? 'Cause I thought good girls did what they're told," Stone reasons, somehow squeezing his broad shoulders even closer to you, keeping your legs nice and wide with his frame as he finally lets go of them, his fingers teasing at your slick sex. "You gonna do what I tell you or not, Nightmare?"

"Yes," you tell him, chasing after his fingers, willing for him to slip them inside you and fuck you with them, give you some kind of release. "Just let me - I need to -"

"You need to goddamn be still," mutters Stone, stretching his neck and, apparently getting it in his head that the only way to make you do that is blank out your mind completely, finding your clit with his mouth. All the air in your lungs rushes out when Stone sucks furiously at you, leaving you breathless. The tent disappears from your vision, replaced with a hazy kaleidoscope of colors, and you must stop bucking because Stone says something that sounds suspiciously like "that's more like it".

"S-Stone," you whisper, toes curling, stomach dropping, and then - pressure, two thick fingers curling inside of you. He's barely done a thing, and suddenly white hot pleasure is bursting out from deep in your belly, all the way down your body and out through your feet. Your legs shake and jerk again, but this time Stone lets them, satisfied with his work.

Your chest heaves against the thick blanket, Stone's confident hands returning to your lower back, his fingers damp now as they dig into your waist. It's a long while before you find the strength to turn onto your back and face him, normally so bashful about your nakedness during sex, and now not even having the energy to care.

"Jittery as all hell," Stone says, deeply affectionate, tracing the curves of your body with one hand. "You oughta drink more, Nightmare. Y'need to take the edge off."

"I'm sorry," you tell him honestly. You're not usually this jumpy with Dogma. You wish you knew how to just put a lid on it. Stone, however, shakes his head, smiling lazily at you and letting his hand wander back down to your cunt.

"Got a nice meal out of it, didn't I?" he says lowly, a crude sort of joke that, from anyone else, would have you laughing all the way back to your tent, but Stone has a way of making even the corniest lines light a fire in you. He licks his lips, savoring the wetness still clinging there, and you bite yours in anticipation. "All I wanted was for you to calm down some, girl. Seem pretty calm to me now."

"I think so," you agree, because he's right. Stone's heavy-lidded eyes and serene expression feel like a mirror image of your own. He could pick you up and haul you over his shoulder right now, drop you naked in front of the whole camp, and you imagine you wouldn't even care until your ass hit the cold dirt. "I feel good. I'm relaxed."

"I believe you. Finally," Stone says, his voice thick and rumbling, thumb finding your clit again. His free hand chucks your chin, knuckles pressing against your lips. You kiss them once, twice. At last, Stone reaches for his belt buckle, but you stop him, committing to the act, choosing this all for yourself.

"Are you as good with this as you are with your mouth?" you ask him, taking his cock out of his jeans, heavy and firm in your hands. Stone laughs again, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat, grinning at you as he lines himself up with your cunt.

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