#rated m
Cowboy Like Me (Kayce Dutton x Reader)
Warnings: Smut, cheating, rough sex, overstimulation, choking, degrading language, and a tiny age gap.
Prompt: Y/N recently moved into the bunkhouse after reconnecting with her cousin, Rip. During her first night she runs into Kayce and sparks fly, leading to a passionate night and a rude interruption. Set during season one when Monica took off with Tate to live with her parents.
Authors Note: I do not condone cheating and i’m in no way affiliated with the show. I wish. This is purely fiction.
Also might make this a series so let me know if you want a part two! We need more Kayce fanfiction.
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Growing up my father always told me that my only remaining cousin was a monster for what he did to my uncle. I never knew what had happened but the question lingered in my mind even now as a 20 year old. My father wasn’t a nice man and the second I got my scholarship for Montana State University I left his drunken ass behind to pursue my own dreams.
If only he could see me now, I think to myself, sitting across from my so-called evil cousin. “So uh, what is your major?” Rip asked me while staring at his hands. A few minutes before he had told me what truly happened during that fated night so many years ago. “Animal Science actually.” I reply and he looks surprised at my revelation. “Well no shit, how about over your winter break you come with me and work at Dutton Ranch and gain some experience. I know your Daddy ain’t giving ya a home for christmas.” He says.
Everyone in this damned state knew of the Duttons and I was taken aback by his offer. “Are you serious?” I ask, hopeful that he’s not the mean man my father always made him out to be. “Yeah of course. I’d like to get to know ya considering you’re all I have left.”
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Now here I am, staring at the door to the bunkhouse that will be my home for the next few weeks. “You’re boss is really okay with this?” I whisper, nervous that I’ll walk in and make a fool of myself. “Of course, plus we’re about to be working on a bunch of new heifers and need more hands.” Rip chuckles, opening up the door.
The second I walk in it reeks of beer and the foul smelling scent of man. I wrinkle my nose, causing Rip to laugh and lead me over to the group of men playing cards. “This is my baby cousin Y/N, y’all don’t lay a single finger on her she’s here to help out over the break.” He sternly states, glaring at the man with guitar who was looking me up and down.
“Which bunk is open?” I ask the group of gawking men. They all stare at each other as if to gauge their reactions until finally the oldest cowboys says “Back left one.”
I make my way to my bed and set my hat on the floor, nervous about what I got myself into. I grew up riding horses and working cattle but i’d never been fully emerged into the lifestyle like this. I needed air to breathe so I put on my jacket and headed outside, marveling at the night sky.
I sat there for a while until I heard someone come up to me, expecting it to be Rip I pay no mind to it and continue to stare up at the sky.
“Who are you?” I hear a deep voice behind me ask. Startled, I turn around and see a man with dirty blonde hair and a slight beard towering over me. “Uh I’m Y/N.” I say staring up at the stranger. His eyes widen and he laughs, coming to sit down next to me on the grass. “Oh shit, you’re Rip’s cousin. I was expecting a child from the way he described you.” He says, laughing still.
I smirk and look back up, shaking my head. “Nah, I’m in college.” I laugh. I can feel his body heat radiating off him and realize I don’t even know his name. “Do you have a name?” I ask, to which he replies “I’m Kacey.” and takes a swig out of a bottle he had been holding.
“Well Kacey, you mind sharing?” I glance down at his bottle and back up at him, trying not to look like i’m checking him out. “Are ya 21?” He asks “In 2 months I will be.” I cheekily reply, grasping the bottle in his hands.
“Hell, close enough for me.”
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I can’t remember how we got here but next thing I know i’m on his lap with my hands in his hair, empty bottle discarded who knows where. His lips are on mine and he bites down on my lower lip gently, causing me to moan.
“Gotta be quiet, can’t let them know we’re out here doing this.” He whispers before attacking my lips again. I begin to slowly shift my hips and whisper in his ear “Well then why don’t you take me somewhere else?”.
He slowly stands up with me still in his arms, refusing to break the kiss. My body feels wobbly from either the alcohol, Kayce stumbling to a barn, or both. My mind races as he sets me down on a bench before rushing to shut the barn doors.
“Now, where we’re we?” He says before ripping his shirt off and laying on top of me. I feel up and down his chest, tracing my fingers over the brand. Huh, I guess the rumors about that were true.
But my exploration of him was cut short as he gripped my hands and held them over my head, attacking my neck with kisses. At this point I couldn’t hold in the moans and let go, knowing we were secluded enough. He reaches one hand down to lift my shirt, while still holding me on the wooden bench. His face retreats from my neck and he smirks at my lack of bra.
“You expecting to get with someone tonight?” He winks and I giggle looking up “Nah, it was more comfortable with this shirt.”
He leans down close to my ear and whispers “Good, because I don’t like sharing.”. He begins to lower his body down to my waist and eventually his face comes parallel to my belt buckle. “Ladies first.” He smirks and takes off the belt, along with my pants and underwear.
The cool air hits me and I subconsciously close my legs, making him look up. “You want this?” He asks before proceeding. I nod my head and smile “If you don’t fuck me right now i’ll find someone who will.” And with that his mouth is on my clit and he is sucking feverishly.
I cant help but scream, it’s been a while and he was just so good. He raises his head and teaches his hand up to place over my mouth and gets back to work.
He stops the torture on my clit and traces his tongues across every crevice, taking extra time with the places that encourage a muffled groan. His tongue feels like heaven and I can feel myself getting close, not knowing how long it has been.
Eventually he focuses on my clit again and adds a single finger, causing me to fall apart. In an instant I’m a quivering mess being held down by this arm as he continues his onslaught.
Once he’s satisfied he gets up and wipes a hand over his face, only to lip the juices back up. His hands fly to his jeans and they’re quickly removed, thrown into a pile with mine and he’s back on top of me in an instant.
“Your turn?” I ask hopefully, reaching down to stroke him. “No darlin, we’ll have time for that later. First I wanna be inside of you.” He groans and slowly pushes himself into me, stretching me open.
“Holy fuck.” I moan and cling to his back for support. “Holy fuck is right. You’re so fucking tight.” He says and begins thrusting in and out, picking up the pace as he goes.
His hands are everywhere, gripping me and eventually coming to rest on my neck, tightening as he moves faster. I can feel my body riding up and down the rough bench and although I know it’ll hurt tomorrow, it just felt so good in the moment.
“F-fuck Kayce, yes please don’t stop.” I cry out and with that he picks up his pace even more, slamming me into the bench with his hips. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He shifts his hand around my neck to place his thumb on my mouth which I gladly accept and suck. He groans at the sight and grips my face hard and moans out “You like that? You like being my little slut?”
The pleasure was too much for me and I couldn’t take it anymore, looking up at him I moan out “You’re gonna make me cum again.”
He grips my thighs and spreads them wide, watching as I spiraled out of control. “Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick and let the whole ranch know who’s fucking you this good?” He mutters out and I lose it, screaming out his name into the night.
I feel him pulse within me and he collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek while panting. I groan from his weight and run my fingers through his hair.
Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door and a female laugh.
“Damn Kayce, Monica and Rip ain’t gonna be too happy about this.”
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Part Two…
Warning: Obviously sex. Cursing. I made Jisoo pretty inexperienced.
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“Now lay her down gently,” Jun orders Joshua, who does as he is told and lays me flat on the bed.
“Good, now kiss her, like you mean it.”
Like the good boy he is, Joshua connects his lips with mine. While he does this, Jun busies himself with getting undressed and then undressing me. Joshua is busy sucking a large bruise onto my neck when Jun pulls him away from me.
“Get undressed. I’m gonna get her ready.”
Jun leans over me, resting all of his weight on his arm, which is placed just by my head. He leans his face close to mine, teasingly placing his lips only centimeters away.
“I missed you baby,” he whispers. I nod absent minded like and lean up, closing the space between us. I missed his familiar, soft lips.
“Someone’s a little eager,” he teases, running his hands down my stomach and down between my thighs. He applies enough pressure with his fingertips to allow a moan to escape my throat, but no more.
“So, what do I do now?” Jisoo inquires innocently, standing at my feet. Jun turns his head and looks at him quizzically.
“Have you ever had a blowjob?” Jisoo shakes his head.
“Well you can do that, and I’ll go ahead and get my baby here stretched out.”
Jun scoots down until he is in between my legs, and Joshua straddles my chest, looking down at me. Knowing that he is too innocent to initiate anything, I grab his semi-hard on and stroke it a few times. I tap his waist, telling him to move closer to me, and he sinks down into the wet heat of my mouth. Both him and I moan simultaneously, Jun sliding a few fingers inside of me.
As best as I could, I move my head up and down on his dick, getting him fully hard within a few seconds.
“Oh fuck,” Jisoo curses loudly, slamming his hand on the wall above me. He jerks his hips forward, sending his member deeper into my throat by accident, causing me to choke.
“Pull out Jisoo,” Jun orders calmly. “We can’t have you cumming too early.”
Doing as told, Jisoo pulls out and instead focuses on playing with my tits, which he attaches his mouth to eagerly. With him doing that and Jun sliding his long digits in and out of me, I am a writhing mess, pleasure building in my tummy.
“Alright, I think she’s all stretched out,” Jun says, taking his fingers from inside of me. I whimper at the loss, but instantly start moaning again when he pushed the tip of his cock in.
“You like that baby?” he asks, pushing with the speed of a snail until he is fully engulfed inside me. I nod and he starts to move. Once he gets a good groove going, he stops and motions for Joshua.
“Slip right in above me. There’s enough room for both of us.”
Joshua directs his tip right above Jun’s member, pushing slightly. I whine and he stops, but I tell him to keep going and he resumes. Once they’re both settled, I give them the okay and they start to move. Joshua pulls out as Jun pushes in, their cocks catching on each other and my rim, earning multiple pleasured noises from all three of us. With more heat building, they bother start going faster, sounds of skin slapping together filling the room. Jun falls to his elbows, burying his face in my neck as he continues to thrust.
“Deeper,” I manage to breathe out, and Jun adjusts his angle so the the tip of his cock hits my g-spot with every push.
“Oh fucking hell!” I yell, grabbing Joshua’s arm and digging my nails into his wrist, involuntarily. He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes screwed shut as his orgasm creeps up on him.
“You have to come first baby,” Jun says as gently as possible, then putting his mouth on the sweet spot just below my jaw. Joshua catches on and does the same with the other side, coaxing my orgasm from me. My body shakes as my orgasm rips through my body and the pleasure bomb in my tummy erupts. I allow myself to relax and the boys continue to take turns thrusting until each of them cum.
Once Joshua finishes, he is the last, they both collapse next to me, breathing heavily. I turn my head to look at Joshua, blowing him a sweet kiss and then I look at Jun.
“We should do that again sometime,” I breathe, and he laughs, nodding his head in agreement.
~AdminC
Jazz Standards, Vol 3 - Chapter 8 - “Royal Garden Blues”, Part 2 is LIVE!
Sarah’s adventures in Wakanda with Bucky continue.
You want Romance? Look no further. It’s in The Garden.
Part of The Sarah Bucky Songbooks
Please read the tags! Adult content ahead. Not intended for minors.)
Friday morning RB.
Because, Friday morning, and who doesn’t want a little romance in a garden setting on a Friday morning looking at Saturday in the near distance?
Short Fic: Ma’zurah tries to get a promotion in House Hlaalu. Rated M. Content warning for sexual harassment and trans/intersexphobia.
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“First, I want to see who I’m dealing with. Show Uncle Crassius what you have to offer. Don’t be shy!”
Ma’zurah stared horrified at the Imperial man in front of her. He couldn’t possibly be serious… right? She glanced behind her at the Dunmer loitering in the doorway.
The Dunmer sidled up behind her. “Does he mean…”
Julan’s whisper trailed off as Ma’zurah flapped a hand at him to get him to shut up.
“Come on, dumpling, don’t be shy,” the Imperial encouraged with a smile that Ma’zurah suspected was supposed to be charming, but only came across as creepy. “Just do this one little favor for Uncle Crassius.”
Ma’zurah’s whiskers twitched. “Must Ma’zurah?”
The Imperial shrugged. “Well of course you don’t have to, sweetie, but if you want my sponsorship…”
Ma’zurah suppressed a grimace. The man didn’t need to finish the sentence. She knew he was likely her only chance for sponsorship in House Hlaalu. Without his backing, she would be unable to obtain any more work, and her rising career in House Hlaalu would stall.
She put on her best winning smile. “One moment!”
She backed out into the hall before the Imperial had time to respond, pulling the Dunmer after her.
“Look, just say the word, and I’ll punch him,” Julan muttered as they walked up to the Redguard and the Bosmer waiting in the next room. “Unless you want that honor?”
Ma’zurah shook her head and gestured all three of them out of earshot of the open doorway.
“How did it go?” asked Jasmine.
“I think he wants her to take her clothes off,” Julan explained. He balled his fists. “I mean it, just say the word.”
“The pig!” Constance’s voice was shrill, and Ma’zurah hurriedly shushed the indignant Bosmer.
Jasmine gave Ma’zurah a penetrating look. “What are you going to do?”
It wasn’t that Ma'zurah cared overmuch about her modesty. No, given the opportunity, she wore clothes with as many sheer panels as socially acceptable to show off her black and white stripes. It thrilled her that she could so easily break the taboo of displaying torso fur outside of Elsweyr with so little comment, or even the knowledge of the oblivious people around her.
But the Imperial’s smug entitlement, his patronizing attitude, and blatant objectification galled her. He probably thought he could get away with whatever he liked because Ma’zurah was Khajiit. And in Morrowind, he would be right. The Ordinators wouldn’t care. The House guard wouldn’t care. The average Dunmer on the street wouldn’t even care. The only people who really cared about her wellbeing in all of Morrowind were the three standing next to her.
She looked at them. Two outlander women and an Ashlander. Great. Not an ideal defense against a Councillor from House Hlaalu. The man could probably do what he wanted with impunity even if she had been Dunmer.
The Imperial’s reaction if she did strip for him didn’t even bear thinking about. Her previous experiences with Imperial men warned her that it was generally dangerous to reveal her atypical body configuration to people who weren’t Khajiit. They either reacted with disgust, sometimes violently, or they saw her as an exotic encounter. Ma’zurah suspected that Curio was likely to be the latter, but still, the potential was there. Ma’zurah’s first sexual experience after leaving Elsweyr flashed through her mind. The Imperial boy had been nice, eager–that is, until she had stripped for him and his eagerness turned to anger, and Ma’zurah’s arousal had turned into humiliation and fear. She was Khajiit and clever and knew the use of invisibility spells, but the experience had left an impression.
“You’re not seriously considering…?”
Ma’zurah’s focus snapped back to the present and she glared at Julan. She was in an awkward position. She had joined House Hlaalu as a haven against the xenophobic sentiments of the native Dunmer only to discover that their acceptance of the Empire was more complex than she had been led to believe. House Hlaalu had not turned out to be the open-minded, cosmopolitan organization with readily available work for anyone of any background that she had hoped it would be. They merely appeased the Empire, and still exploited the Empire’s grudging tolerance of slavery. She had turned to the Thieves Guild to supplement her income, but she had hoped that if she could just prove herself worthy, just gain enough prestige, enough recognition, she could rise above it all. She might even be able to gain enough influence to change things for the better.
And here was this infuriating Crassius Curio, this lecher, this… Imperial, standing in the way of her ambitions. What was he even doing in a Dunmer Great House? Of course, if she thought about it, she knew. This was more appeasement of the Empire. They had put the fool in power to exploit him as a symbol of their cooperation with the Empire, or because he had powerful connections, or something along those lines. It didn’t matter why, it merely mattered that he had a great deal of power, and she could either take his sponsorship and everything that entailed, or she could leave.
She didn’t want to leave. She had done so much to try to prove herself. She had worked so hard with the scraps they had given her. She didn’t want it to have been a wasted effort. She considered her options again, mentally reviewing the information Hibasi had given her. The two female Dunmer councillors were in the pocket of the Camonna Tong. They would be no help. Approaching them at all might even be dangerous. The Nord councillor was supposed to be an even greater fool than this Curio man, and by all reports, lived up to the name of Half-Troll. No one could even find the last councillor, and with the Morag Tong after him, he would likely be a short lived sponsor even if he did accept her. Curio was the only viable option. Without sponsorship, she couldn’t advance, without advancement, nobody took her seriously. If nobody took her seriously she didn’t have a future in House Hlaalu.
Strip, or leave? Strip, or leave? Her friends were giving her worried looks. The decision was harder than it should have been. Expose herself to humiliation, further harassment, and potential violence, or abandon her ambitions in the House? The Mages Guild could only give her so much social influence in this land of Telvanni mages and distrustful natives. House Hlaalu had so much more to offer, but if this was the price…
“Ma’zurah?” Constance’s voice sounded worried.
Ma’zurah sighed. “Come on. We are leaving.”
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RATED M
Warnings: Mentions of murder and graphic scenes throughout story
The Murder of Laura Shafer and the Disappearance of Alley Jensen | 8
RATED M
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Warning: Mentions of murder and graphic scenes throughout story
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RATED M
Warnings: Mentions of murder and graphic scenes throughout story
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RATED M
WARNINGS: Mentions of murder and graphic scenes throughout story.
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Warnings: Mentions of murder, abuse and sexual themes
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WARNING: Mentions of murder and graphic scenes throughout story.
New Story!
The 4th and final part of my Fred & Daphne Detective Series!
The Murder of Laura Shafer and the Disappearance of Alley Jensen
WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, domestic violence, baby loss/miscarriage, and rape throughout. I will add a warning at the beginning of each chapter.
