#The Sweetheart Ranch 2

[not-rigel]

Ain't no country boy quitter

MORE COWBOY/OUTLAW SEV

rating: E

warnings: smut, outlaw sevika, top sevika, rough sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, praise, some descriptors used, BITING

WC: 2.3 k

this is part 2. part 1

Sleep is slowly starting to release its hold on you, control and sense of touch slowly returning to your body as you wake. You feel gentle presses to your neck along with little tickles of air. A few seconds later, you can recognize the feeling as Sevika kissing your neck. She feels the moment you wake up, feeling the shift in your breathing and heartbeat under her lips. 

“Howdy,” you greet her, voice groggy from sleep.  

Sevika chuckles into your skin. She hated being mistaken for a cowboy before you, any reference to the occupation made her roll her eyes. But you made her love it, made her want to buy a ranch and herd cattle sun-up till sundown. She already has a horse, so maybe the idea was close to reality and that made her happy. 

“Mornin’, sugar. You need more sleep? Know I kept you up plenty last night,” she kisses into your neck. You hum a low moan, feeling her plush lips press onto your pulse. 

“I was having a nice dream,” you muse. 

“Yeah?” 

“Was being kissed by an outlaw. Real pretty lady.” You're trying to flatter her though you don't need to. She's heard her name depart from your lips enough times last night to know what you think of her. 

“Let's get you back to your dream, sugar,” she says, shifting up to press her lips to yours. She has the softest lips you've ever known, capable of expressing so much through their touch. She pulls herself in close and cups your cheek, her thumb gently, somehow lovingly, strokes your skin. You're still completely bare from last night's activities and her breasts caress yours. Still half-asleep, you weakly pull her in closer to you by her lower back. Your hand remains there, holding her to you.

The two of you meld together in the kiss, bodies and souls feeling light. You want to make this moment last forever, stay like this for however long you can. But eventually you have to separate from her to breathe. 

“Can this be the type of dream where you melt into me?” you propose, knowing she can make the impossible possible. 

Sevika kisses your cheek, "It's your dream, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.” You try to think it over but all you can focus on is how wonderful her touch is. Her skin radiates warmth and comfort. 

“Is there anything you want?” you ask her, unable to decide. 

“I want what you want,” she answered simply. 

“You really know how to put on the charm, cowboy.”

“I’m dead serious sugar, I’m all about pleasure. Need to satisfy you.” Her hand leaves your face, trailing down your neck and collarbone. She returns to the kiss, her large, plump lips covering yours. Your breath hitches as she paws at your tit. She gropes your breasts, devouring each of your moans into her mouth. All of your reactions fuel her, make her entire body buzz with passion and excitement. 

Your hips grind against nothing, seeking stimulation. She shifts to press her thigh between your legs and your thighs immediately spread to welcome her. The kiss grows hungrier as you grind against her, tenderness replaced with lust. 

Your arousal is leaking onto her thigh and it helps you grind faster against her. Sevika flexes her thigh and you feel it on your clit. Your hand on her back clenches and your fingernails press into her skin. You almost miss it but she lets out a short whimper. The sound goes right to your nervous system, lighting all your nerves and your spine and your brain. You need more. You dig your nails into her skin and she fully moans into your mouth. 

“Dammit, sugar. You figured out my secret,” she chuckles. She loves being marked, bitten, scratched, having her hair pulled. Any evidence that she made you feel so good that you can't help but tear away at her. 

“I was hopin’ you'd like it a little rough,” you giggle, you loved her gentleness and sweetness from last night but you need this woman to ruin you. You need her to fuck you until you only know two words, ‘please’ and her name. 

“How rough do you want me?” She's testing your limits, needing to know exactly what she needs to do to make you fall apart for her. She needs to give you the most perfect blend of pleasure. 

“I don't want you to hurt me but I want you to push my limits. Something just tells me you know how to make me scream your name until I forget it,” you challenge. 

“That I can do,” she smirks, pressing one last peck to your lips. She presses kisses down your jaw then moves down to your throat. She pinches your nipple, trying to get you to react. Your reaction is better than she hoped, moaning and grinding harder onto her thigh. Kissing your neck as you moan is a delight Sevika wishes she had known sooner. She moves her lips over to the other side of your neck, her tongue licks your skin as she starts placing hickeys onto you. Each suck onto your skin makes your body jolt and cunt pulse with arousal. 

Her lips begin to trail down to your collarbone. Sevika is in no hurry in her path and it makes you shiver. She lets out a low growl as she hears you moan and places more hickeys against your skin. Your breasts are all she can focus on, taking mouthful after mouthful of your softness into her mouth. Sucking marks not even an inch apart then kissing them over. She tweaks your nipples every now and again, getting all her favorite reactions from you. 

“Sevika,” you groan. She separates from your breast, looking up to see your eyes pleading with her for more. You push her head down, trying to shove her between your legs. Well, Sevika is less shoved and more following your directions, allowing you to think you have the strength to move her. 

She settles between your thighs, turning her head away from where you want it. You had no clue that asking her to push your limits would translate to teasing but you trusted she knew what she was doing. 

She kisses the inside of your thighs, which are quivering with want. Every time she gets close enough to your entrance, her lips move away. She switches back and forth between your right and left thigh, working the stimulation up before she devours you.  

“You are a treasure,” she sighs against your inner thigh, her breath tickles your heated skin. 

Sevika ceases her teasing, parting your folds with her tongue. Each stroke pushes heavy moans out your mouth. Sevika can't think of anything better than this. You filled all her senses. Your taste on her tongue and musk filling her nose. Your thighs squeezing her head. Your pubic hairs tickled her nose and some stuck in her mouth. Your desperate pleas above her for more are the sweetest sound she'll ever hear. Your beautiful eyes are blinking down at her, fighting to stay open as she slips two fingers into you. 

“Please please fuck.. Sevika,” you whine as her fingers begin to fuck you. 

Her movements are stronger and more forceful than last night and your cunt is grateful, drooling onto her in appreciation. She's attuned to every twitch of your muscles, adjusting to each little reaction, desperate to please. When your cunt squeezes her fingers, she strokes your sweet spot faster to make you clench harder. You grip a fistful of her hair to tug it and she groans against you. The sharp pain is fuel to her desire. 

It's brutish by Sevika's standards, how she locks her mouth onto your clit to suck on it while driving her fingers into you. She's learned the exact pressure you need to cum and she goes over that limit. Sevika reaches a rhythm, tending to your clit with an earned amount of knowledge. You rock your hips toward her, desperate for more of her ferocity. 

Her fingers will not slow down until you've cum and you don't have far to go. You don't hear that her moans turned into growls, resounding from deep in her throat. She's ready for you to fall apart, pouring herself entirely into pleasuring you. You clench around her again and she increases the pressure on your g-spot. 

Your orgasm is slow, it spreads across your body from where the concentration is highest. Your body is a conduit, dispersing the heat until you're covered in its comfort. All her teasing proves it's worth, making your orgasm plateau higher than usual. She removes her fingers and mouth from you when your orgasm is through. 

“Be right back, hon,” she says, giving you a quick kiss then leaves the bed to retrieve a couple items. She finds her hat on the floor, discarded from last night. She sets it onto her head and you giggle at your sweet outlaw. She retrieves her strap-on and steps into the harness. 

“Don't ever wake me up from this dream,” you sigh, watching her tighten the straps onto her hips. Sevika is almost too perfect to be true, so handsome and pretty and charming. 

“Sugar, I'm starting to think this is my dream,” she admits, appreciating the vision of loveliness laying on her bed. She joins you on the bed, covering your body with hers. 

“This is the only thing I'll ask you for. If I'm making you feel good, please tell me. If you're lovin’ how I make you feel�� Can you bite me, scratch me, or pull my hair? And if you hate the idea, just say no,” she offers. If she is going to be rough with you, you have full permission to be twice as rough back. Her fingers gather some of your cum dripping from your cunt, then she spreads it over her dick.

“How hard? Don't wanna hurt my favorite cowboy.” 

“As hard as you need, sweetheart. You ain't gon’ harm me,” she confirms. Sevika shifts her hips and the firm tip of her dick pressed against your slit. She pushes in at a comfortable speed, watching your cunt swallow her inch by inch. The feeling of her entering takes your breath.

“Breathe, darlin’,” she encourages, and you force your chest to fill with air. 

When you've taken a couple healthy breaths she starts her thrusts. She goes at a comfortable pace, fucking her entire length into you with pauses between each push. You wrap your legs around her hips and pull her entirely into you. 

“Not to question your methods but I'm ready for you to ruin me. Push my limits,” you permit, allowing her freedom to fuck you roughly. 

“My apologies, I was wantin’ to find that limit before making a bastard of it.” 

She harshens her movement, fucking harder and faster. Nowhere near her full strength but you wouldn't know the difference at the moment. You could only let out choked gasps as she thrusted into you, somehow pushing even deeper than before. Each stroke was hard and precise, her dick insistent with every plunge into you. You’re looking at her wide-eyed while she fucks you and she loves it. Loves how your eyes just plead for more as she ruins you. Sevika feels all your pleasure heat her body. It brought her pleasure. 

“You make me feel so good,” she groans, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Fuck, f-fuck… you feel s'good,” you try to echo but your words are stuttered.

Sevika is overwhelmed with the need to be sweet to you, it's who she is. She's a proper gentlewoman but she also needs to fulfill your wants. She keeps her harsh pace but kisses you gently on the cheek, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. 

“I could stay here forever with you. Nothing else exists right now.” 

Another kiss to your cheek paired with a particularly hard thrust. 

“You're like a dream come true.”

More kisses to your cheek and her mechanical hand reaches down to swipe your clit. 

“You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” 

Her kisses shift to your tightly shut eyelids and her hand works circles over your clit. 

“Sev! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!” you chant, close from her relentless fucking and sweet words. 

In losing your mind to her fucking you, you forgot that she asked you to bite her if you love how she makes you feel. You turn your head to wrap your teeth around any flesh you can find. You experimentally bite at her jaw, hard enough to feel the flesh give. 

“Harder,” Sevika whimpers, her voice is like you've never heard it before. It's light and airy as she breathes out the request. You bite harder onto her and her moan comes from deep within her, probably the deepest you've ever heard from her. Knowing you did that to her pushes you from close to right on the edge. One more thrust from her and you're falling. You move your mouth from her jaw to her neck, needing more flesh to anchor into. You don't think about how hard you're biting her, only that you're communicating your orgasm through it. 

“Shit! I'm cumming. You're making me fucking cum,” she wails, her hips are stuttering and breaking their pace. A few more thrusts and her body goes limp atop yours. She's crushing you but it's the best feeling in the world. It's the most you've felt of her and you still need more. You recover before she does, stroking her cheek from where her head rests by yours. 

“I need you closer,” you whisper to her. 

“Don't see how I can get any closer, sugar,” she mumbles, still not recovered from her orgasm. 

“I need you so close. Want you to crawl inside my chest and lay down right next to my heart. I need you that close,” you tell her. It might be a bit grotesque and odd but you mean it. She's never going to be close enough to you. Even with her still buried inside you and her weight pressing you into the bed, she'll never be close enough. 

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[werecreature-addicted]

An Idea of a F!Human working at a ranch((farm?? Idk what you call it)) but a big farm((??)) Like place with lots of acres, and a barn, and all the classic farm stuff.

And she also works with Minotaurs, and centaurs and other sturdy creatures that hang around farms.

But in this world humans are a little bit... Not trusted?? I don't know the word. But they're not trusted because they're known to be cruel to any intelligent life that isn't human, so the Minotaurs, Centaurs, werewolves and all these other creatures are very wary of her only to find out she is a sweetheart.

I'm sorry if this is a bit jumbled, I'm not a good writer but I thought you'd might like the idea 😭

PS. She works with the animals, since all the big sexy beasts do all the heavy lifting and crap ☺️☺️

PS 2. If you do go on with this.. maybe could you like.. hint at a minotaur romance if that's okay?? You don't have too though.

a monster-fuckers guide to ranching.

Most monsters have possessive/ territorial tendencies, it's best to keep males of the same species apart so there's no fighting. While some monsters are territorial they can form bonds or symbiotic relationships with other creatures. For example: harpies and dragons tend to get along, if the two are close the dragon might even let the harpy eat meat from between their teeth. And of course, almost all monster species can form bonds with humans or at least, tolerate human handlers in their space.

The main exception to this rule of thumb is Centaurs. Centaurs travel in big heard usually with 2-5 stallions, and while they handle others of their own species well they are particularly hostile to outside monsters encroaching on their territory.

Werewolves travel in packs and while they are still territorial, they are considered one of the more "friendly" species of monster, which may sound laughable to anyone who's had a werewolf take a snap at them, but as always It's important to remember not to judge monsters by human standards.

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It's rare to find such a wide variety of monsters, the ranch spans hundreds of Aceres to accommodate them all and has countless workers to make sure all of their needs are met.

All of the monsters are a little cool and skittish around you at first as one of the senior workers introduced you to all of the inhabitants. slowly but surely they get used to your scent and they slowly warm up to you.

Most people treat the work like... well, work, but you seem to have a real passion for taking care of the monsters. You learn each of the monsters' names and the little quirks of their individual personalities, they've never had a handler as sweet as you. You quickly become a favorite of most of the monsters at the ranch.

Usually, it's nice being so popular, then heat season comes and multiple monsters are yowling for you to come and help them and suddenly it's a little more stressful.

[entitled-fangirl]

Cowboy!Cregan #4

In no particular order: 1, 2, 3,

Masterlist

A/n: This one is like a one-shot. I was trying to make it short then decided why the hell not

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"Oh, careful," Cregan chirped up when her foot sank a little into the mud. 

"Wore my boots for a reason, Cregan."

"I know, I know," he reasoned. "Just don't want you falling is all."

The two had decided to take their horses for a ride, but when they noticed some trash up in the creek, they journeyed down to the riverside by foot, hence the mud.

"Boss!" Glover yells as he moved over to them, almost falling the mud as well. He curses under his breath, "Dammit. The boys and I are going out to the bar later. Couple of drinks is all. They asked if you'd join."

Cregan looks between Glover and his wife. "Just a couple drinks, Glover?"

"Well, for me, anyway. I dunno what those single boys will do."

Cregan sighs, placing his hands on his hips. "As long as they're here for work tomorrow morning, I frankly don't give a shit." He looked to Y/n, "What do ya think? Wanna go?"

She hums in thought. "Just a few hours?"

Glover nods, "Right after work's done here."

She eyes Cregan for a moment. "I don't wanna intrude on whatever you boys-"

"-Ah, that's bullshit," Glover scoffed. When Cregan glared at him, he bit his tongue. "Pardon me, didn't mean to cuss at a lady. Only meant that you're not intruding on anything, ma'am."

"Cregan?"

Cregan ran a hand over his face in thought. "I'm their boss, Glover. I don't see how they can relax around me like that."

"C'mon. Anyone can relax with a few drinks in 'em. Even you," Glover teased.

The gruff Stark huffed. "It's up to the lady."

Glover's eyes shifted over to Y/n.

She couldn't resist Glover's pitiful look he gave her. "Fine. We'll be there after supper."

He grinned widely. "Oh, the guys are gonna love this!"

Cregan was growing irritated. "Don't you have something to do?"

Glover chuckled, waving off his boss' annoyance. "Fine, fine. I'll go. But I expect to see ya both later. Yeah?"

She threw him a smirk. "We will, Glover. Get outta here before Cregan fires ya."

"'Course," Glover grinned back. "I'll get on. Good to see ya, ma'am."

He tipped his hat to her and moved out into the clearing, going back to work.

Once he was gone from sight, Cregan rubbed his hand up and down her back. "You sure you wanna go? Ain't no shame in staying home." 

She smiled. "Oh, I know that." She leaned against his chest, looking up at him. "I know that quite well."

His hand moved up to her hair, the other holding her waist steady. "I've quite enjoyed myself at home. I wouldn't mind another night in."

"We've done enough of that," she teased. 

His voice lowered to a huskier tone. "I'll never have enough."

Her face flushed. "Yeah, but I meant… we should get out tonight. It'll be good for us."

 He tilted his head. "What? Are these thousands of acres not large enough?"

She huffed playfully. "You know I'd be happy with you in a 500 square foot studio apartment. But you'd go mad without the adventure, I think."

Cregan's lips pulled up into a small smile as he tilted her head further up. "I'm runnin' a family business here, sweetheart. It can't always be adventure."

"Tonight, it could be."

Cregan took a long breath at her words, a shiver going down his spine. "Could it?" He whispered lightly.

She pulled away, "Take me to the bar tonight, Stark. Then we'll talk about adventuring, huh?"

He bit his lip, unable to give a proper response as she walked back up the bank.

…

Cregan reluctantly stepped into the establishment and immediately found himself at the bar, ordering a whiskey. 

His eyes roamed over the small building, eyes set on watching his girl.

She was a catch, and he knew that well. 

Luckily, majority of the customers in there were his ranch hands anyway, but the few that weren't set him on edge. 

She sat next to Glover's wife, gossiping about whatever ladies talk about. Cregan didn't mind not knowing exactly. 

"You made it!" Mormont exclaimed jovially, clapping the man on the back as he sat next to him. Though Mormont was their eldest ranch hand, if he didn't show the physical characteristics, they would have thought him one of the youngest. He held a spirit to him. "Glover said you were hesitant."

Of the 38 ranch hands that came and went, his closest were Glover, Bolton and Mormont. 

Mormont had been his father's ranch foreman. The great Rickon Stark left large shoes to fill after his death, so Mormont had helped where he could. 

He had watched the young Cregan grow from a boy to a man, and that only made his respect and loyalty to him grow all the more.

"Well, when my wife wants out of the house, we go out of the house," Cregan smirked.

"Ah," he retorted. "You got yourself a good one, boy. Never dull with her."

Cregan looked back over to her, catching her looking up at him as well. "You're right about that."

…

A little while later, Cregan felt a kiss placed to his left shoulder and a small body lean against his back. "Mm, is that whiskey?" her voice sounded in his ear.

He turned his head to her, finding her face only inches from his. "Yeah. Want some?"

She shook her head. "You already knew that, though."

He grinned, kissing her cheek. "My sweet girl." He sat up a little more to see her better. "Did you want something else?"

She hummed. "I shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"I just meant, you're drinking and I can drive us home if you wanted t-"

"I'm only having this one," He reasoned. "We'll be fine."

She hummed and brought her hands up to his shoulders. He reached up and grabbed her hand,  kissing her fingers. His brows furrowed. "Where's your ring?"

She hummed questioningly. "What?" She held her hand up, her eyes widening when she saw. "Fuck." She held her hand to her chest, covering it up with her other one. "I forgot to put it back on after riding earlier. You're not mad at me, are you?"

He grinned. "You think I'd be mad at you?"

She rubbed at the finger that was now obviously bare. "I dunno…"

He turned completely on his barstool, pulling her closer to stand between his legs. "I'm not mad, sweetheart. You know why?"

"Why?"

His eyes shone as he admired her. "Cause I know you're coming home with me."

She brought her hand up to his cheek, watching him lean into her touch. "Everyone else doesn't know that."

His smile only grew. "I think they do."

"How wo-"

She gasped when his hand moved to her ass, squeezing lightly. "Cregan!"

His other hand gripped her chin and pulled her lips down to his, kissing her lightly. 

She pulled away with a smile. "We can't do this here."

He hummed as his eyes looked down her lips. "Let's leave then."

"Cregan."

He pulled away and huffed. "Alright. Alright." He stood up and kissed her one more time. "I'll be at the pool table."

"Alright."

She watched him walk away before sitting in his seat. 

Cregan ran a hand through his messy hair and she couldn't help but stare. He was a sight. She had talked him into changing into his nice jeans and she was thanking herself for it now. Watching him bend over the table to line up a shot with the cue ball stirred something inside her. 

"Can I getcha anything, ma'am?" The bartender asked. 

Her body turned to him, her head moving last. Cregan held her attention a little too well. "Oh. Um… just some water, thank you."

He nodded, "'Course."

"Not a drinker, little lady?" A voice asked. 

She looked over to see a guy that was sipping at his own whiskey. "No. I'm not, really."

He let out a toothy grin. "That's admirable." The two look over at the pool table when the guys shout when one of them scratches. "You datin' that one?"

She follows his gaze to Cregan. This guy was being oddly nosey and she didn't bother to explain it all to him. "Yeah, something like that."

"Can I let you in on a secret, darling?" He asked as he leans in. 

She cringes at the smell of the alcohol on his breath. "Alright?"

"Very few men are worthy of something like you."

"Wh-"

"I dare say I'm jealous. If I was him, I'd drive you up to the shop and getcha a ring right now."

"Oh," she flushed. "It's not like that-"

"Oh. So you're not dating? More of an open thing?"

"You're misunderstanding me."

He grinned in satisfaction. "I don't think I am. I am seeing crystal clear, little lady."

She tensed when he rested his hand on her knee.

At the pool table, Glover's wife finally spoke up. "I think Y/n's getting herself a free drink."

Cregan's brows furrowed and he turned to what she was looking at. "Goddamn it." He shoved his pool cue into someone's hands. "Five minutes. Too pretty to be alone for five minutes." 

He stormed over there, trying to keep his cool. "Hi there, sweet girl. Making friends?"

A released breath escaped her and she looked over to him. "Yeah, I guess so."

Cregan stood behind her chair, leaning over her and holding his hand out to the guy to shake. "Cregan Stark."

The guy's eyes widened, shaking his hand. "Stark? Really?"

"Yeah. I run the ranch a few miles west."

He got uncomfortable. "Sorry, man. I was just keeping the lady company."

Cregan's head tilted. "Did she want company?"

The guy said nothing, so Cregan bent down to speak into her ear. "Did you want his company?" She looked up at him and he let the silence sit. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Keep your hands off her."

"I said sorry, man. Your girl was leading me on."

"Was she?" He asked with a grin. "Well, I'll give you two options, boy. Either apologize to the lady, or find yourself buried on my ranch. I'm kind enough to let you choose."

The guy scoffed. "Whatever, dude." He stood up to try to walk out, but Cregan grabbed him by the back of his shirt, shoving him into the bar. "Apologize," he growled.

The man groaned. "Alright. Alright. I'm sorry."

"No, you tell her."

The man turned his head to her. "I'm. Sorry."

Cregan pushed him, not caring if he tripped. "Get the fuck out."

Y/n had avoided eye contact with everyone, but now that the situation was handled, she dared to look around. 

Everyone was indeed staring, a few of the ranch hands were even ready jump in if things were to escalate. 

"C'mon," Cregan chimed. "I'll get your coat. We're going home."

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The silence in the truck was killing her. 

Cregan's hand was firm on her thigh, not moving an inch. 

"You mad at me now?"

He sighed, flipping his blinker on. "No."

"You seem like it."

The red glow of the stoplight lit up his face, showcasing the hardened expression. "I'm not."

"Cregan."

He ran his free hand through his hair then placed it back on the wheel. "I'm sorry. I'm taking out my anger on you. That's... unfair of me."

She was the quiet one now, staring at his hand on her leg. He rubbed his thumb side to side. 

"I didn't lead him o-"

"-I know." He finally looked over to her with a softer expression. "I know you, sweet girl."

She smiled lightly at him as the light turned green. The engine roared as they moved further down the road. 

"You know," she sighed. "It's only," she checked her phone, "ten o'clock. Did you want to have that… adventure… we were talking about?"

He grinned and shifted in his seat, "Oh yeah?"

"I mean, I know your sleep is valuable. And you have work to do tomorrow."

"What's one day off?"

She reached out, placing her hand over his. "You sure?"

"Glover and Mormont have it under control." He squeezed her thigh. "Are you sure?"

She leaned over and kissed his bicep. "'Course."

"Then it's settled."

They stopped at a stop sign, and Cregan brought his hand up to her jaw, pulling her towards his side of the truck. He kissed her deeply, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. 

She pulled away. "You gotta wait for that, cowboy."

He chuckled and pulled away. "I'm an eager man. You said yourself, I like adventure."

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This man has cowboy energy written all over him.

[joelsprettyprincess]

Taming of the Shrew - Part 1

Pairing: dark!Arthur Morgan x f!reader Summary: After you finally call it quits on your on-and-off relationship with the outlaw, Arthur is forced to find a different way to make you stay. Series-wide tags: Toxic relationships, manipulation, obsessive behavior, smut, secretly unprotected piv, babytrapping, pregnancy, canon-typical violence, slight canon-typical misogyny. Wordcount: 3.3k A/N: I am very, very excited for yall to read this. It was so fun to write. Unfortunately I girlbossed a little too hard and it's almost 10k words. 😭So, this 'mini-series' will be split into 3 parts. As for accuracy, I did try, but the timeline is a little off. Just ignore that.. And what do we think of the series name?? Bonus points if you know the reference! I felt it was appropriate. Also, there is no smut until Part 2. Sorry! And as always MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Tags: @dandelion-ranch @i-will-give-you-love @amaranth-writing @heloixe

Part 2 is out!

“Just leave me alone, Arthur!”

These words flew from your mouth like bullets that struck him in the chest.

“Excuse me?” he said in a low growl, stepping towards you. You were both by his tent in his gang's current camp, and it wasn't exactly isolated. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kieran watching them curiously over by the horses.

You sighed, running a hand over your hair. “I'm just so tired of this.”

“Tired of what, exactly?” Arthur inquired dryly. He crossed his big burly arms and gave you an annoyed look.

“Everything, Arthur. The runnin’, the stealin’…the killing. I'm sorry, but I am not meant for a life like that.” You crossed your arms as well. A soft wind blew; inappropriate weather for the pressing conversation the two of you were having.

He came even closer. Those eyes…they were piercing yours with that discerning stare. “You say that like you've actually done any of it. I'm the outlaw, not you, sweetheart.”

You threw up your hands. “That's exactly the problem. If my daddy knew, he'd just about kill me, then hunt you down too. You know I can't…I can't…”

Arthur grasped your hand roughly, but you threw him off. You stomped away to where your horse was hitched, and of course he followed.

Arthur called your name, trying to stop you. Mary-Beth was watching you now too, but he didn't seem to care. Luckily most of the camp was out doing whatever it was this gang did for fun. Robbing, most likely, you thought, snorting.

“Quit the games,” Arthur spat. “We both know you're just gonna run back to me. You need me– and I need you. Don't leave.” 

“I most definitely do not need you, Mr. Morgan,” you snapped. “Why don't you go back to that Mary girl? I've seen them letters.”

A shadow passed over his face for just a second. “...Just go home. You are heartless, woman.”

You felt a little bad, but swallowed the feeling down. “I'm leavin', and I ain't coming back,” you cried, getting on your horse. “I've had enough of this gang's shenanigans. Don't come near me neither. I can't guarantee I won't let my daddy shoot you.”

With those cold parting words, you sneered at him and rode off towards Rhodes.

Regret sat like a pit in Arthur's stomach as he watched you leave Clemen's Point. Relationships were like a curse in the Van Der Linde gang. Inevitably they would be struck by death or divisiveness. Arthur had tried hard not to fall into the same patterns, but it seemed his loves were doomed from the start.

He paced around camp as he decided what to do. You and him had not been together long, only perhaps 3 months had passed since he first crossed paths with you at the saloon. 

You'd looked so out of place, sitting stiffly at a table in the corner with your maid. He'd watched you down a cup of brandy and immediately start coughing. It was clear you weren't used to the rough environment of a bar.

Arthur decided then, that he would show you.

And show you he did. You were initially attracted to his shadowy aura and western roughness, but spending more days with him revealed the genuinely caring man underneath. Arthur showed you so much of the world; he took you out for long horse rides through the forests, winding through the trees before making camp for the night and perhaps fucking before drifting off to sleep underneath the stars. 

He introduced you to a new way of life, one that was fading due to civilization, but exciting nonetheless. The first time you saw him shoot a man, you weren't sure whether to feel incredibly aroused or disgusted. Maybe it was a bit of both. Maybe the way of the outlaw was your path?

That is what you thought, until he brought you back to camp. It was a pretty bit of land, flat and grassy, but the people were something else. The men were loud, stinky, and violent, and the women were like men themselves. They all knew how to shoot, to steal, to survive. 

And you didn't. You were a wealthy girl; your father made his fortune in oil. You'd slept on a bed with silken sheets almost your whole life, and the closest you had come to a gun was looking at the ones your father had on display in his office.

Your mother was a society lady, obsessed with gossip and flirting with the help.

Both of your parents disgusted you, but you knew the privilege you had. You were their only child and therefore would receive a sizable inheritance upon your father's death. As cruel as it seemed, that was the only reason you tolerated them.

However, this was now threatened by your romance with one of the most wanted men in the country. Of course, you hadn't known he was wanted so badly when you first met. It wasn't until he had shot that bounty hunter that he'd told you the truth.

“I've got a price on my head,” he admitted to you while cleaning off the blood at a nearby stream. “A pretty big one.”

“How big?” you'd asked, sitting on the grass near him.

He dabbed at his shirt with a damp rag. “Er, about…five thousand dollars.” He mumbled that last part.

You whipped your head up. “Excuse me?”

“Five thousand dollars,” he repeated gruffly. “I know, I know.” He chuckled. “You can turn me in, if ya want.”

“Arthur,” you exclaimed, standing up. “That's…that's just so…who are you?!”

“Just somebody who's made a lot of dumb choices over the last 20 years. Listen, sweetheart, it's fine. I been runnin’ all this time and they ain't caught us yet.”

“Yet,” you said, then paused. “So…you killed a lot of people, then?”

He shrugged. “You really wanna know?”

“Good point.”

You weren't willing to completely submerge yourself in the pool of crime,  and Arthur couldn't quite blame you for it. He knew you were a society heiress, destined to hold luncheons, not revolvers. 

But that did not stop him from trying. Would not. That thing with Mary…well, he didn't like to think about that. It would not happen again.

Arthur jogged across camp to his horse…then realized that following you was probably not a good idea. You were angry right now, and you would cool off eventually, but right now you probably needed some space.

He sighed. Dutch was right. Women had so many needs. 

Arthur spent the rest of the day doing chores around the camp, plotting and thinking. And his thoughts got angrier and darker as time went on. Who did you think you were, anyway? Refusing Van Der Linde's most trusted associate? One of the most feared men in America? You were so uppity, with your silk dresses and thoroughbred horse. 

He slammed his axe down on the chunk of wood in front of him, frowning deeply and squinting his eyes against the sunset. Perhaps he should just tie you to his horse and bring you to Tahiti with the gang. Maybe then you would lose that damn attitude.

Arthur hit the wood so hard it burst into pieces, going everywhere. He grunted, then dropped the axe to the ground and trudged over to his cot. 

He could not pretend like your passionate declaration was unwarranted. You had seen the gang do violent things, things that made you think that being a sheltered rich girl wasn't so bad.

But the taste of freedom kept drawing you back like a drunkard asking for one more shot. You liked how the gang didn't answer to anyone but themselves, not dominated by any law or person or expectation.

It was a war of ideals, and his side was nearly out of ammo. Arthur really couldn't offer you anything but his love. It was no wonder you were running back to your parents. 

But his love was deep as an ocean, and as all-consuming as one too. After Mary closed the book on their romance (or was it just a fling to her?) forever, Arthur had been sullen and angry for a while. He swore he wouldn't let any woman make a fool of him again.

And then he met you. You, who was even richer than Mary, with twice as much sass and the same sweet Southern accent. You were drawn to each other like a ring of oil and a match. 

It was a love that was sure to burn and destroy.

Arthur slept fitfully, still angry at your rejection. He was hoping you were just caught up in the heat of the moment, but if you weren't, well…he would cross that bridge if he came to it. Tomorrow he would visit your father's manor.

After leaving Clemen's Point, you rode your horse back to Rhodes, fighting tears. That man! Arthur was an enigma sometimes. He was a stupid man if he thought you would really give up your life for him. No matter how handsome and broad-shouldered he was…

You were not returning though. You had a bad habit of pushing Arthur away, then coming back within a week. The two of you had an unpleasant cycle of affection: after you inevitably returned to his arms, he would act kind enough, then subtly become more obsessive and manipulative and suffocating until you’d had enough. He never chased after you too hard, knowing you would be back. 

And you always were.

Just before this latest rejection, Arthur had been angry because you didn't express much interest in learning to shoot.

“‘S not like we'll be sending you on missions or anything. Just think you should be able to defend yourself, is all,” was his reasoning.

“I thought you would protect me?” you had countered. He'd promised you wouldn't have to lift a finger if you stayed with him, that he would do everything for you.

“An’ I intend on doin’ that,” he insisted. “But it don't hurt to know how to use one. You see Molly? She don't know how to do much of anything, and you see how Dutch treats the girl. I don't want that for us.”

“It just feels like you misled me,” you huffed, smoothing off your riding dress. “I didn't know this lifestyle was so…so…”

“Well, newsflash, sweetheart,” Arthur said snarkily. “We survive out here. Ain't no oil money for us to fall back on. If that's the way you feel, then, just leave, ‘cause you obviously hate me.”

“Arthur!” you chided him. “You know I love you–”

“You sure?” he cut in. “It sure seem like you just came here lookin’ for a good time. I've bared my soul for you, and you can't even do this one thing for me.” He shook his head, disappointed.

That had set you off and caused you to take your leave, yet again.

But this time it was really going to stick. You were done running around with a criminal, especially since your parents were starting to notice how often you were absent. And if Arthur came around, well, you'd get your father to shoot him!

Arthur woke up early the next morning, still feeling annoyed from yesterday. The snooty look you had given him when you got on your horse pricked his mind like a thorn. 

He needed you…to behave. To submit. To love him. Violent feelings were coursing through his veins. This was different than with Mary. When she left, he'd let her go, knowing it was useless.

But you…you were different. You actually had an affinity for the lifestyle. Maybe you just needed…a little push?

He hopped on his horse and started towards your home. He was going to convince you, no matter what. Dutch was still talking about taking them to Tahiti. Arthur bet you would like it there, better than your stuffy manor, surely.

Arthur rode fast and hard. Usually he met you quite a ways away from the town to avoid anyone possibly seeing and recognizing you, so he'd only been around your home once or twice, which was north of Rhodes, near the Kamassa River.

He was really tired of this running around. You needed to commit, now, and stop the bullshit that kept spouting from your mouth.

A good bit of riding later and he slowed, seeing the stately silhouette of your manor. It always made him vaguely uncomfortable.

He hitched his horse nearby, then took up a position that would allow him to observe the front of the house without being seen. He just needed to talk to you.

Arthur was used to staking out locations for hours, so he settled in. You had never dared to sneak him into the house, so he wasn't sure which window was yours– but he would wait. Oh, yes, he would. You were not going to escape that easily.

After perhaps an hour and a half of watching the help come and go, Arthur finally saw you emerge from the house, alone. About time, he thought gruffly.

He hung back, waiting till you got on your horse and start towards town before quietly mounting his horse and following you.

Arthur waited till the path was isolated on either end, then easily rode up beside you. “Morning, sunshine,” he greeted you cheerfully.

You squeaked in surprise, then turned and looked. “Arthur?! What– what’re you doin' here?”

“I need to talk to you,” he said firmly. “You ran away so fast yesterday, didn't even give me time to defend myself.”

“Ain't nothing to talk about,” you replied. “We're done.”

“We ain't.”

“We are. Leave me alone.”

“This is what you want in life? Stayin’ in some giant empty home with cash to burn? No excitement or nothin’?”

“Maybe,” you said annoyedly. “What of it?”

“I know that's not what you want,” Arthur said firmly. “I gave your life meaning, and I'll be damned if you try to deny that!”

“You have no idea what I want, Arthur Morgan,” you snapped, riding faster. He kept pace with you.

“I know you want more than this. I know you love me…or at least, I thought you did. Maybe I'm a fool and you've just been using me this whole time. Is that it, princess?” he demanded.

“No, Arthur–”

“No, Arthur,” he repeated in a squeaky voice. “You always say that. I can't believe it! I've been such an idiot this whole time. You never loved me. You just wanted a– a chaperone. You women are such cunning creatures. I gave you my whole heart, and you just stomped on it.”

“Arthur!” you cried, feeling guilty and angry at the same time. “You know that's not true. You know I love you. But the truth is…if my father were to ever find out about you, he'd surely disown me, and cut me out of the will. How could I risk that?”

He snorted. “All you care about is money, huh? Listen to me, sweetheart. It doesn't matter if you get that inheritance or not. You'll be alone forever. You will never, ever find someone like me. No one else puts up with your bullshit like me. Maybe you'll find a nice enough banker, who'll give you a kid or two out of duty, maybe you'll live in this house and hold parties just like your mother. But you will never be fulfilled like you would with us. You'll be surrounded by fancy possessions, maybe, but you'll always regret not coming with me.”

“Arthur,” you said hoarsely, staring at the dirt path ahead. This is how he got you everytime. He knew your biggest fear was being unfulfilled in life. He knew, and he never hesitated to use that against you.

Arthur knew you like a priest knows sin. He'd listened to your confessions for days on end, and now he was using them to break you down.

“I…I…” It was difficult to articulate your thoughts. He was very skilled at making you feel bad.

Before you had a chance to answer, a shot rang out and a bullet zipped between you two. Your horse neighed loudly, reared, and you fell off with a shout. You fumbled, getting tangled in your skirts, trying to crawl away.

Arthur cursed, then vaulted off his horse to grab you and drag you to the nearest cover. He stowed you behind a large rock, then peeked over and started trading shots with whoever was trying to apparently kill him.

“Arthur Morgan!” a masculine voice called out. “Turn yourself in or we’ll be forced to put a bullet in you!”

“Who is that?!” you screamed, terrified. 

“Another damn bounty hunter, probably,” he grunted, switching to his rifle. “Just keep your pretty head down.” 

You covered your ears and cowered. A few shots later, and the only sounds remaining in the forest were your horse’s panicked neighs and Arthur’s labored breath.

He sheathed his rifle and wiped off his forehead, leaning his head against the rock. “You okay?”

“Barely,” you said angrily. “You see what I mean now? I can’t live like this, Arthur! I’m sorry! I can’t risk it.”

Arthur went silent for a bit, and you glanced over at him. He had his hat pulled down low to where you couldn't make out his expression. “I’m gonna see who was huntin’ me,” was all he said before getting up and going over to examine the bodies.

You had no desire to see any mangled corpses, so you stayed behind the rock while Arthur investigated. 

You heard a shout, then a sick groan. What the hell? You lowered your head even further.

Arthur came back a couple minutes later. “We’re clear,” he said. “Just some idiot who thought he could really capture me.”

He had blood on his hands and his shirt. That coupled with the sweat that was shining on his forehead, made him look kind of attractive to you. Wait, what? 

“He wasn’t quite dead,” was his explanation.

You shakily stood up, dusting off your skirts. “D-D-Don’t ever talk to me again, Arthur. I want nothing to do with this.”

Arthur examined you for a while, and you grew uncomfortable under his stare, but you looked right back at him.

He finally sighed and shrugged. “If that's what you want.”

You watched in disbelief as he got back on his horse and left, apparently riding back towards Clemen's Point.

What just happened? 

That little nymph. 

Arthur was internally raging, gripping the reins of his horse so hard it was sure to leave angry red marks on his palms. If it weren’t for that damned bounty hunter! He was sure he could have convinced you to come back.

This was going to require something more drastic. Something…serious.

He rode back to camp while he thought about it. Luckily things were pretty calm for now, besides those hunters. He hoped it wasn’t a sign of something urgent. Dutch and Hosea were working on locating some gold that apparently existed around these parts, and were opting for the long run instead of going in, guns blazing. That worked out for Arthur, who had no desire to leave you anytime soon.

The question was this: What would not only bring you back to him, but make you stay permanently? Hmm…some sort of pressing situation, obviously.

He couldn't threaten you; that would be a bad foundation for your relationship.

The untimely demise of your parents, maybe? No, you would most likely be sent to a relative’s house. 

Speaking of parents.

Arthur felt a good idea forming. He furrowed his brows in concentration.

Speaking of your parents…you had spoken about your fear of being disowned.

Would that push you back into his arms? If you had nowhere else to go, would you turn to him?

But under what circumstances would you be disowned? If he made an appearance on your estate, you would probably be disgraced but not disowned, and he would be shot on site with any subsequent visits.

He needed you so bad it fucking hurt. Even just the thought of never seeing you again made Arthur desperate enough to try even the craziest plan.

An inkling of an idea was taking shape…

Perhaps, instead of a death…maybe a birth?

End of Part 1.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

Raised Fair Share of Hell

“They’re Montana’s Bonnie and Clyde.”

Alissa Lambert and Kayce Dutton are high school sweethearts, ranches butt up against the other and families get along somewhat well. Their only problem is teen pregnancies, the law and the people who want to take the ranches from them.

1 - Lot Happens in Ten Years

2 - Who Runs This Valley

3 - Remembering Lee

4 - Dutton’s and Lambert’s

5 - Ain’t Kids Anymore

6 - Questionable Law

7 - We’ve Always Been Good Together

8 - Can We Have Always and Forever

9 - The Lambert Ranch

10 - What Are We Now??

11 - One Without the Other

12 - New Parenting Style

13 - Families Looking for Answers

14 - The Old Gang

15 - Vow to the Sky

16 - Governor Dutton

17 - Awkward Family Dinner

18 - The Life of a Cowboy

19 - Honoring a Veteran

20 - Girls Night in Bozeman

21 - The Governors Mansion

22 - Dutton’s Don’t Go Down Easy

23 - Facing the Detective

24 - One Thing After Another

25 - Cowboys in the Hospital

26 - Hell to Pay

27 - The Jamie Situation

28 - Ticket to the Train Station

29 - The Fight Doesn't Stop

30 - A Boy Named Cooper Norris

31 - The First Date

32 - The Next Generation

33 - Coming up on Fall Break

34 - Norris Meets Dutton’s

35 - Norris Meets the Bunkhouse

36 - Kayce and Cooper

37 - Life on the Rigs

38 - The Famous Tommy Norris

39 - Like Father Like Son

40 - State of Emergency

41 - The Search for Faith Dutton

42 - Family Business

43 - An Easy Morning

44 - Getting Into All Kinds of Trouble

45 - The Not Spaghetti Dinner

46 - The Not Spaghetti Dinner pt 2

47 - Cowboys and Texans

48 - Commotion in Midland Hospital

49 - Dutton’s and Norris’s Collide

50 - Similar than We Thought

51 - Dutton's in Texas

52 - When Norris’s Fight

53 - What Could've Been

54 - The Asshole Attorney

55 - All We Have is Desire

Preview Yellowstone / Landman crossover

A Boy Named Cooper Norris ( preview )

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[littlemissmiller]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: you are a bartnder/saloon girl at a bar in town. when billy rides into town, he is absolutely in love with you, but takes it slow. one night you invite him home and he can’t resist you any longer

Warning: 21+ (drinking) fluff, smut, p in v, semi-rough sex (ass slapping), hickeys, oral (f receiving), aftercare, porn with a plot

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: hello friends :) first i just want to say thank you for the support! it has truly exceeded my expectations given i thought like three people were going to read my last two posts sooo thank you thank you thank you all! second, i was trying to get this out to y’all sooner, especially with season 2 being announced, but alas life be busy and i wanted to get this just right so here y’all go! a cute lil fluffy smutty billy moment. i hope to release more billy(and coryo) related content as well as other stuff soooo get excited ♥︎ ! p.s. there is a lil treat at the end ;)

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The moment you saw him ride into town, you knew you had to have him. You had seen a lot of cowboys come into town, handsome ones too. Something about Billy however, had you wondering about what the story was behind those mysterious eyes. His pretty blue eyes that pierced into your soul. He always looked at you so intently under the brim of his hat and would study you. Trying to figure you out just as much as you were with him. 

Billy became a regular at the saloon and would start to stay and wait for you to walk you home. It never went beyond that. He was such a gentleman, despite how easily you would have accepted him had he offered himself to you. Little did you know that he was being patient with you because he liked you so much. His last encounter with a woman ended up being a short and fast heartbreak, which pained him at the time and made himself feel like a fool in the long term. So he had swore to himself the next time he had the inclination to want someone he thought was good enough for love, he wouldn’t rush it. He didn’t want to scare you off like the precious creature you were to him. 

One morning you can’t stop thinking about him on the way to the market. Your sister was coming into town with her family and you had a big dinner to plan. As you arrived at the market, you were greeted by a familiar face. 

“Well good morning, darling” Billy stated tipping his hat “What brings you into town so early?” 

“Could ask you the same” you smiled “I need groceries”

“New rope for cattle ranching. Could I offer you any assistance sweetheart?”

Your heart fluttered at the pet names and your face went flush. You felt hot, your corset somehow becoming tighter, and your stomach nearly dropped. You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“Well if you insist” you quipped back

Billy held your basket for you as you shopped. He eventually obtained his rope and the pair bought their goods and were on their way. Of course, Billy offered you a ride home, despite the short distance. You rode on his horse as he rode with you behind him. You loved the feeling of being able to grip onto his waist like this. A seemingly innocent action that you reveled in. And with being this close to him, you happily took in the scent of gunpowder and fresh pine wood that wafted from his shirt. He would occasionally glance over his shoulder to sneak a look at you. He smiled to himself at how pretty your eyes looked as you held onto him tightly, your basket of groceries tucked in your elbow. They arrived soon enough at your home and Billy assisted you inside. 

“Well thank you Billy. Always willing to help me ain’t ya.” You smiled sweetly at him. The kind of smile that made Billy loose his thoughts. Your big doe eyes once again captured his attention. 

“Of course. A lady like yourself deserves all the help in the world.”

“Why are you sweeting me up like I’m hot tea William Bonney?” 

“Maybe because you are sweet. Like honey.” He smiled back, taking a step closer to you. This time, sensing your nerves, he pushed your hair back behind your  ear. 

“So what is all this food for anyways. Not that I would judge but it seems like a lot for a women who lives alone.”

“Got family coming in. They’ll be wanting a nice meal the first night at least.” You explained lightly gripping his bicep, rubbing his arm with your thumb. 

“And I reckon you’ll need some help cooking that. Don’t you think?” 

Normally you wouldn’t need the help. Especially since you enjoyed to cook and was very picky about who was in your kitchen. But with Billy asking, how could you say no.

“You don’t have somewhere better to be” she teased 

“Where else better to be than with you. Besides just so happens I’m free all day, sugar.” 

“Well then, I suppose I better keep ya busy. But I ain’t no nice cook. You’re going have to listen to me” you instructed 

“Yes ma’am” he agreed 

The two spent the whole day preparing the meal for later that evening. Billy practically danced around you all day. Using any excuse to get close to you. Whether it was reaching across you to grab a cutting knife or touching your lower back when he had a question about something, he was as bold as a man could be without crossing the line too much. Not that you didn’t want him to. His actions were more than welcomed and excited you each time he said “pardon me darling” or “I got another silly question for you dear”. 

With Billy’s help, preparations took half the time it usually would. You poured a glass of whiskey for you both, as they finished the last of the preparations. 

“Well I think this is well deserved. Thanks again for all the help.” 

“Anytime. Thanks for the drink.” He smiled

“It’s the least I could do Billy.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair before your family shows up.” He announced, taking a sip of his drink

“Oh don’t feel rushed.” You reassured 

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome darling. Don’t worry about it.”  

He finished his drink and you insist on pouring him one more, just to keep him longer. He thanked you once again for the drink, tipped his hat to you, then was on his way. He gave you one last smile over his shoulder and was off back to the ranch. 

Once your sister arrived, you found it hard to concentrate on the joy of seeing your family. They were only in town for the weekend, on their way to visit your brother-in-law’s family two towns over. As excited as you were to see your sister, nephew and brother-in-law, your mind was elsewhere. And your sister noticed. 

“Hey, you seem distant. Is everything alright?” 

“Yes. Just lost in thought.” 

“Lost in thought about what pray tell?” Your sister asks

“A man” you whispered 

“You’re finally seeing someone?” Your sister, asked suspicious yet hopeful. 

“Not really. I’d like to. I sure do fancy him.” You admitted 

“Does he fancy you?” 

“Seems to.” You guessed “I tried to make him stay and dine with us but he was too polite”

“He was here?” Your sister perked up

“He helped prepare the meal.” 

“Did he now? A gentleman and a cook”

You rolled her eyes. “You know I didn’t let him get anywhere near the oven. He washed and chopped some vegetables. And helped season the beef cuts. 

“What a fine young man nonetheless” Your sister smiled

The rest of the evening went by. You’re sister, her husband and their son stayed until about 8 o’clock. After they left, you went upstairs and prepared yourself for bed. You changed into a white nightgown, and your long hair falls out of your neat, tight bun. As you brushed it out at your vanity, your attention wondered back to your favorite cowboy. You couldn’t help but wonder what he could be getting up to at the moment. You desperately wished that somehow he would want to find his way back to your doorstep and come stay the night with you. You didn’t care if that was too unbecoming of a proper lady. You wanted him. 

The next morning when you woke up, you headed off to see how your sister and their family were settling in for the weekend. They had rented a room at a boarding house at the end of town, you got ready and made it out the door. Once she arrived, her sister was already sat down at breakfast with her son and husband. They spotted her and invited her to join them. Another patron entered the bar and you turned to briefly look who it was. As he entered, Billy looked around for a seat and spotted you. He smiled, tipped his hat, and strode over to the bar where he took a seat. 

“Is that him?” She asked and you nodded

“My word ain’t he handsome.” You’re sister exclaimed 

“He looks familiar…” your sister’s husband noted as he peered at him 

“That’s just because a pretty face like his stands out.” You’re sister smiled at you 

The rest of the day you, along with your sister’s family, shopped for some new shirts for your nephew, some new dresses for herself, and you’re sister insisted on buying one for you to impress Billy. 

“Come on! What about this blue one?” She exclaimed

She held up the dress and you examined it. It was long, ruffled, and had a square neckline that was laced in white trim. It was pretty, but something else caught your eye. A purple dress, with a sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were short, puffed out and the waist was made to look like a corset, tying snugly in the front. 

“If you’re gonna get me a dress to impress Billy, then this is the one I want” You declared, striding over to the dress and showing it off to your sister. 

Your sister bought you the dress and you accompanied her family back to the room they were staying in. You tried on the dress, which fit you perfectly. Your sister was practically gawking at you, in awe at how beautiful you looked in it. 

“You’re so beautiful” you’re sister exclaimed 

“As are you.” You rolled your eyes

“Not as beautiful as you look right now!” Your sister protested. “He’s going to love it” she whispered. 

Your sister and her family left the next morning to see her husband’s parents. You bid her a goodbye and watched as she rode out of town. You decided to head into the boarding house for a quick breakfast. You enjoyed a plate of eggs and ham alone, paid, and headed back home. 

“Family left this morning I see!”  Billy’s voice called out to you as you stepped out of the boarding house. You whipped your head around to look at him and smiled. He was hauling two jugs of water over his back with the intention of hooking them up to his horse to bring back to the ranch. You walked towards him and he set the jugs down next to his horse. He grabbed a torn up towel from his hip and wiped the sweat from his brow. From this distance, you could see that he had already spent a hard morning working. His face was dirty, his handsome features almost hidden. 

“They did. Thanks for all your help again the other day.”

“Of course. Anything for you darling.” He smiled 

“You know I was thinking I really wish you had joined us the other night for dinner. They would have loved your company I’m sure.” You smiled back 

“It’s fine. Don’t want to intrude.”

“Well I want to make it up to you regardless. Are you free tonight?” You asked tentatively 

“I can be. Why?” He asks, taking curious steps toward you

“Well I was thinking maybe tonight you could stop by and actually have dinner. Now that everyone is gone. I thought it could be just us?” You suggested 

“That’s sounds lovely darling. I get done at the ranch at sundown. I’ll swing by after. How does that sound?” He asked with a light grip under your chin. He rubbed it in between his thumb and forefinger, smiling at you  lovingly. 

You nodded, but Billy held his grip on you. He spoke up again. “That ok?”

“Yes. I’ll see you after sundown.” You spoke up 

You silently begged for him to kiss you. You wanted to taste his lips, his salty sweat, and his tongue dancing with your own. You decided to be somewhat bold and also get a taste of what you wanted. You kissed his cheek, savoring his soft, slightly dusty flesh against your lips. 

“Don’t be too late now.” You whispered into his ear. You pulled back before he had a chance to take any action. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to leave him wanting more. 

You rushed home enthusiastically. You spent the rest of the day cleaning your house and making cornbread for dinner. You had some extra cuts of steak from dinner the other night and decided it would pair nicely with some potatoes, and would make a steak and potato stew, which you knew how to season just right. You were nervous, wanting everything to be perfect for him. Thankfully, you prepared for his arrival with just enough time. After putting the cornbread in the oven, and keeping the stew on a low simmer, you went to take a bath. You bathed and shaved your body. Not that you were expecting anything to happen between you and Billy tonight, but you weren’t sure what type of man he really was. How badly did Billy desire you too? You supposed you’d find out tonight. 

After your bath, you adorned the purple dress you had bought with your sister. You admired yourself in the mirror and picked out a purple silk bow to match. You tied your hair half up with it and gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You were absolutely adorable and you knew it. Finally you heard a long awaited knock on your door and scurried over to answer it. 

Billy stood in your doorway, nervously straightening up his vest and looking down at the bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. 

“Mr. Bonney. Glad you didn’t keep a lady waiting too long. Please come in” You invited him, giving him a girlish smile

“Of course not. These are for you.” He replied handing you the flowers. You gladly took them and he watched your expression as you did, noting how cute you looked as your lips curled up into a wider smile.

“Always such a gentleman. Can I get you a drink?” You asked

“A whiskey would be great.” 

You poured him a glass of the brown liquor and he took it as he sat down on your couch. 

“You seem like you had a long day.” You remarked 

“I did. But glad that you invited me over. Makes it worthwhile.” 

“Then I should invite you over more often” 

“You should.” He agreed, taking a sip of his drink. 

You poured yourself your own glass and joined Billy on the couch. You scooted close to him, your knees barely grazing. 

“So…” he started pushing your hair behind your ears. “Tell me about your day.” 

“It wasn’t anything special. Just spent the whole day getting things ready for this handsome cowboy.” You whispered knowingly 

“Oh really? Sounds like you were working hard too hmm?” He remarks 

“Not too hard. As long as he likes my cornbread then it will all be worth it.” You smirked 

“I’m sure he will.” 

You sipped on your whiskey without taking your eyes away from the piercing blue ones in front of you. You batted your eyes at him and moved closer. Just as you felt as if you’re about to lose yourself in his eyes, the smell of cornbread fills the room, indicating that it was done. You excused yourself and took them out of the oven. You also take the opportunity, while you are up, to completely turn off the oven and blew out the flame under the stew so it doesn’t boil over. You walk back to him, sitting even closer. 

“Hungry?” You ask

“I-I hate to be rude but…” Billy started leaning in closer. “I just…Can I please kiss you darling?” 

You nodded and closed your eyes in anticipation, but Billy needed verbal permission from you. To hear it, to make sure that it’s what you wanted from him. He didn’t move in, but simply danced his thumb over your lower lip, waiting for you to speak. 

“Yes Billy, please kiss me.” You gasped 

He swooped in, capturing your mouth. He held your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up more. He kissed you deeply, not wanting to break away. He finally had you. Finally got to feel you in some way and he wanted more. Damned be any dinner, despite his hunger he felt, he was hungry for something else. He moved his lips with your own, hoping that his movements didn’t come off as too needy. Just before he pulled back entirely, he placed a few sweet, quick pecks to your lips then, he smiled at you. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that.” He remarked 

“As have I” you breathed 

Billy dove back in. His soft lips danced with yours again. He cupped your face fully, eliciting a moan against his mouth that made him smirk in satisfaction. His thumbs caressed your cheeks, touching you as if you were made of glass. He was in awe of the moment he found himself in. Having you all to himself like this was exhilarating. You moved to straddle him, your dress pushing up against your thighs as you did. Billy splayed his hands over your newly exposed skin, inhaling sharply as he touched you. You were soft, legs freshly shaved during your bath, which Billy noticed. He snaked his fingers through your hair and admired you on his lap like this. It made his length twitch against your core. 

“Billy, ain’t you hungry?” You asked softly 

“I’m starving sweetheart, but I’m only hungry for one thing at the moment.” 

Billy recaptured your lips, pressing his firmly against your own. He continued to cup your face, holding you like he never wanted to let you go. You sighed into him and rolled your hips against his crotch. He moaned at your actions and sprung into action. Billy moved to stand, gripping your ass, hoisting you up. You gasped as he moved, clinging to him. He loved the way you held him and loved that he was strong enough to hold you like he was. It made his chest swell with pride. 

“Where is-“ Billy started 

“To the left” you huffed 

Billy carried you to your bedroom, kicking the door behind him and tossing you onto the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders, all the while never breaking eye contact with the beautiful girl in front of him. He smirked as you stared up at him, gawking in awe. You slowly sat up until you were on your knees. You placed your hands around the sides of his neck as he snaked his own behind your back. He was quick to untie the thin string that held your dress up. It fell past your shoulders and you gasped at the cool sensation of the room. He brushed the rest of your dress down, revealing your bare breasts to him. He dove in, groping them and massaging them, while he pressed deliberate kisses to your chest. The soft mounds of skin fit perfectly in his hands. Both hands giving you the amount of attention and pleasure you deserved. 

You arched your back at the sensation, shoving your chest further into his face, which Billy very much enjoyed. He continued kissing your chest fervently. Feeling bold and drowning in lust, Billy started to leave marks all over your chest. He sucked and bit down on your flesh, causing you to mewl.

“Billy” you whispered 

Billy gave your chest a few quick kisses before pushing you back onto the bed. He undid the buttons of his shirt before tossing it off. He climbed back on top of you. He stroked the side of your face gently, admiring the pretty girl below him. He glanced down to your chest, equally admiring your bruises. He slipped the rest of your dress off, stripping you of everything. Bare before him, you felt timid and vulnerable. You had been with men before. A few men in town had fancied you, but also fancied other girls at the same time. As you laid under the handsome cowboy, you were utterly breathless and anticipatory.  Billy splayed  his hands over your stomach, grabbing the fat of your hips.  

“So gorgeous like this. More beautiful than I imagined.” 

“You imagined me like this?” 

“From time to time. I just couldn’t help myself darling.” 

You gasped with a small smirk at the confession. The feeling of being wanted in that way made your core throb. Billy had imagined you like this several times in fact. He would imagine you bare for him as you are now, begging for him to touch you, taste your sweetness, and the feeling of you around his cock. Billy found himself more and more thinking about you in such an intimate way. He couldn’t help but get off to the idea of you. And now he had you all to himself, caged in under him. He palmed his now hard, aching cock through his pants. 

“What else did you imagine…with me?” you whispered 

He cocked his head, his jaw going slack as he looked at you with amusement. He leaned back down and kissed your cheek. 

“Why don’t I just show you?” 

You bit your lip in anticipation. Billy began to kiss down your body, each kiss feather light and delicate. You were sensitive to his touch, flinching slightly as each kiss landed on you. When he reached your hip bone he sucked down to leave another scandalous mark. You shuttered at his actions, and slithered your fingers through his hair.  He finally made his way down, down, down, until he reached your thighs. He spread your legs apart, roughly and greedily groping the meaty flesh. He began to suck. The idea of marking you up so much drove him crazy. He liked leaving you with the small reminders of the pleasure he gave you. 

“Billy!” You gasped “why you leaving so many marks on me?” You raked your fingers through his chocolate brown waves and gave him a curious look. 

“You wanted to know what I was thinking about when I was getting off to you right?” 

She nodded her head. 

“I thought of you branded like this. I just want you to remember every spot I touched you at. So you know this ain’t no dream.” 

Lazily, you nodded your head. His lips trailed closer and closer to your core. He glances up at you for approval and you nod. Billy moves his mouth to capture your wetness. He lapped you up, his lips practically making out with your sweetness. Your hips moved in his face slightly. You couldn’t help it, the pleasure he brought you was overwhelming. Billy didn’t seem to mind too much however and you became aware of how much he was enjoying you. 

“Christ Billy, I’ve never been with a man who loved to taste a woman this much.” 

Billy pulls away with a gasp, looking up at you with the most dazed out look in his eyes. As he smirked, you noticed how wet his mouth is covered in your juices. 

“That’s cause they ain’t real men, sugar.” He gave the inside of your thigh a few sloppy kisses, resting his head against it. He groped the soft skin greedily. He trailed his fingers over your clit, rubbing gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You cooed at him, squirming slightly. He grinned against you. 

“You gonna let me keep tasting you then?” 

You nodded your head and he kissed your clit. His passion overtook him as he sucked and swirled his tongue on your core. You watched him, transfixed on the way his mouth moved against you. You let out a few shaky breaths, gripping his hair harder. Your head fell against your pillow and you let your body unwind. As he ate you out, all you could do was moan and grind against his face. Billy did truly love tasing a woman like this. Especially a woman such as yourself. The sweetness, how wet they got. How their thighs would quiver around his cheeks. He loved it. Which is exactly what he loved when he was pleasing you. Especially the way in which you fell apart under his tongue. Billy was satisfied watching you like this. But he craved more. As did you. He pressed a few more fervent kisses to your slit then pulled away. He crawled up on his knees. 

Billy worked feverishly to undo his belt, his hand trembling slightly. He quickly wriggled out of his pants, taking his boxers with him. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy lined himself up with your slit. You moaned as he coated himself in your wetness, diving into your weeping entrance. Billy pressed in slowly, then bottoming out. He took a moment to feel you around him before he began to move his hips. 

Lust over took his sensibilities and all he wanted to do was keep you here, caged under him, inside you all night. Billy quickened his pace at the thought. His actions elicited beautiful moans that rolled off your lips. Billy reveled in the fact that he could play you like a guitar as you continued to let him know how good he felt. A devilish grin curled up in the corner of his lips and he scoffed in amusement.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful.” he whispered gently 

 He looked down at you with curiosity and amazement. He wondered just what else he could do to you. What else he could coax out of you. He trailed his hand down your stomach until his thumb was pressed firmly on your needy clit. He rubbed tight circles, enjoying you as you writhed, once again, under his touch. He did his best to keep your back on the bed, pressing a hand to your pelvis. The movement of his thumb was almost overwhelming. You were completely under his control, despite the seemingly involuntary movements of your hips bucking up against his hand. 

“S-s-so good Billy. Please just like that.” You groaned as he sat up on his knees, readjusting his angle. 

He gripped your ankles and tossed them on his shoulder. He kissed down your ankle and along your calf. You decided to take some control and moved your hips with his rhythm as he pumped into you. He ducked his head down, squeezed his eyes and let out a groan. His jaw went slack and he glared down at you. He slowed down his movement and tossed your legs back down on the bed. You gasped in confusion. Billy let a knowing grin sit on his face as he maneuvered your hips and waist, flipping you on your stomach. He kissed your shoulder and down your back, each kiss sending an electric current up your spine and shoulder blade. Then, with one hand on your upper back, he lowered you down. 

Billy adjusted you so you were on perfect display for him. He admired your perfect, round little ass perked up for him. He slipped back into you, pulling your hips toward his. He gripped onto your waist with one hand and gave your ass a firm slap with the other. You yelped and Billy gave you another one. He wasted no time moving inside you at a quick, tempered pace. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he simply enjoyed the view and fucked you with a satisfied grin on his face. You squirmed and whined under him. You could feel yourself becoming undone. His free hand wandered down your spine, tracing your body to memory. His touch was toxic, his fingers felt like fire. He continued to rock into you. He loved the way you bounced against him, and he filled you up so good too. 

Your collective moans filled the room, and soon enough Billy was pulling out and readjusting you one last time. He made you stand up for a moment while he crawled under you. He rested his head against the headboard and patted his thighs. You nodded your head, swinging your legs around his waist. You slowly sank onto his cock, your ass landing down with a small plop. You bit your lip and watched Billy’s face melt into pure ecstasy as you rode him. He loved having your breasts bounce in his face like this. He groped them and sucked them as you continued taking him. You tried to steady yourself on him, cupping his face as you rocked your hips. You lean in and kiss him, his lips felt hot and dangerous now. His hands travel up your back, holding you close to him. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He panted “How long I’ve wanted you.” 

All you could do is nod. He smiled, and returned your lips back to his own. He held your hips and began to move them a bit faster. He was close and so were you. Your stomach began to tighten, your legs felt weak and before you knew it you were shaking around him. Billy pulls his face away to watch you. He gawked at your fucked out form on top of him. It nearly sent him over the edge. A few more hard bounces and he was spent. Billy spilled himself inside you, panting as you tamed your breathing. 

“Fuck.” He groaned sharply. 

You both settled down from your high, breathing in sync as you rested your sweaty forehead against his. He kissed your jaw and cheek, regaining his composure. You chanted his name like a prayer, whispering it into his ear. 

“Mmm yes baby?”

“Th-that was so good. You’re so good.”

He nodded in agreement and kissed you once again before he spoke. 

“Say darling, would it be too forward of me to ask to spend the night?” He asked

“I would want nothing more than to share my bed with you Mr. Bonney” you smirked

“You sure doll? I know how townsfolk like to gossip and peg beautiful women such as yourself with such nasty names. I just want to be sure-“ he started but you cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss

“Does that answer your question?” 

He nodded lazily, a goofy, boyish smile planted on his face. With that he stayed. You crawled off his lap and the pair settled under the sheets. He held you in his arms, playing with your hair until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead occasionally as you slept, continuing to stroke your hair, until sleep found him as well and he rested his head against yours, holding you close all night long. 

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Cowboy take me away - Chapter 2 (Kayce Dutton x Roy!Reader)

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Summary: You’re Y/n Roy the youngest daughter of one of the richest men in America but all that money can’t make you happy and you decide to move to Montana for a while. But what happens when you meet the youngest son of another influential man? (This is mainly a Yellowstone fic you don’t have to watch succession to follow it)

Authors note: I am so sorry that it took me this long for the second chapter! Uni was stressing me out! I promise the next chapter will come really soon!

It’s been a few days since your accident and while your ankle still felt a little tender, it was good enough to start going out again. A Restlessness had started after days of staying home. So you decided to go out again. You wanted to try that burger place Kayce had recommended when he drove you back to your rental.

Pulling on a jacket and comfortable shoes, you decided to walk there. It was just a ten minute walk- just enough to stretch your legs and enjoy a bit of Montanas charm. Fall had fully arrived now, the crisp air had a faint bite, a hint of what was to come.

As you pushed the door to the diner open, a bell above it jingled softly, announcing your arrival.

A middle aged woman with kind eyes and a smile greeted you from behind the counter.

”Hello sweetheart, what can I get you?“ She asked

”I heard the burgers here are amazing, so… I’ll take a cheeseburger, please. And a chocolate milkshake.“ you added with a smile.

”Coming right up! Go ahead and pick a seat, honey.“ she smiled back at you

You slid into a booth by the window, content to watch the world pass by as you waited.

Your food arrived quickly and it looked just as good as you had imagined.

You were so absorbed in your thought that you didn’t notice the chime of the bell announcing another customer.

Kayce had walked in, nodding to the waitress as he ordered a coffee to go. He made smalltalk with Miranda, the woman behind the counter, but as she stepped away to prepare his drink, his eyes roamed around the room. He spotted you, sitting at the booth, completely unaware of his presence. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he thanked Miranda for the beverage. Instead of leaving, he walked over to you.

”Y’know, I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.“ His warm and teasing voice startled you. Looking up you found Kayce standing at the edge of your table, his trucker cap slightly crooked and a hint of a smile on his face. He looked comfortable in the environment, like he belonged here, that he probably did.

”Well, what can I say? You weren’t lying about these burgers.“ You replied

Kayce chuckled and nodded towards the seat across from you. ”Mind if I sit?“

”Oh, no, of course! Sit down.“ You said quickly, gesturing for him to join you.

He sat down on the seat across from you.

”How’s the ankle?“ He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

”Much better,“ you answered ”I’ve been taking it easy, staying home.“

”Good. Glad to hear it,“ he said. „Montana treating you well so far?“

”Yeah, I love it here. It’s… different from the city. Slower, quieter.“ You hesitated for a moment before admitting ”I haven’t seen much of it yet, though. I guess I don’t really know where to start.“

He leaned back slightly, a thoughtful look crossing his face

”I could make you a list or show you around.“ He offered. The words tumbling out before he had time to think. Usually he didn’t do this - care about new people in town. But there was something about you that made him curious. You looked beautiful, sure but there was also something about the way you carried yourself.

”You’d do that?“ You asked smiling brightly.

He nodded, smiling back at you ”Yeah, I’d like to.

You didn’t say anything for a moment, but the grin on your face spoke for you.

The conversation continued, flowing easy between you two. You told him bits about your life in New York and he shared a bit about working and living on the ranch. Before you knew it nearly an hour had passed. Glancing at the clock, you let out a small gasp.

”Oh no, I didn’t mean to keep you! I must be holding you up.“ You said apologetically.

Kayce shook his head, a soft expression in his eyes.

”Your not. Wasn’t in a hurry.“ He said, the To-go cup in front of him suggested otherwise.

It wasn’t until the patter of rain against the windows drew your attention away from the cowboy. You realized how hard it was pouring.

”Great.“ You muttered ”I walked here.“

”You walked?“ KAyce asked, brow furrowing slightly

”It was sunny when I left.“ You said, a sheepish smile on your face

”Come on, I’ll drive you home.“ He said, getting up

”No, no, you don’t have to. Really, I’m fine. You’ve already had to rescue me once this week.“ Your cheeks slightly flushed at the Idea of him always having to save the helpless city girl.

Kayce chuckled, shaking his head.

”You can’t walk home in that. Come on, its no trouble.“

Relucantly you stood up and followed him. Before you could protest again he shrugged off his jacket and held it over your head, to shield you as you two hurried to his truck.

Once inside you noticed his damp shirt and his hair.

You frowned ”Now you’re all wet, I feel terrible.“

”Dont. Its just rain, I’ve been through worse.“ He said, starting the car.

”So… horses, huh?“ You asked after a bit of just sitting in comfortable silence.

He nodded

”Yeah, I train them. Been doing it my whole life.“

”Thats so cool. Definitely more interesting than what I’ve been doing.“

”You’ve ever been around horses?“ He asked, glancing over to you briefly before looking back on the road.

”Nope. Can’t even ride one.“ You confessed

He smiled at that something almost teasing in his expression

”Well you could come over to the ranch. Watch the horses. Maybe I’ll teach you how to ride.“

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, but the excitement in your voice was undeniable

”You’d do that?“

”Sure.“ He said, his voice steady ”I think you’d like it.“

You smiled at him, the warmth in his voice, settling in your chest.

By the time he pulled up in the front of your place the rain had turned into a drizzle.

As you opened the truck door you paused ”Thank you Kayce. For the ride. And for… everything.“ You said softly, thankful for him making this place a little more easy to adjust in.

”Anytime.“ He replied, his brown eyes meeting yours with a sincerity in them that made your stomach flip.

You stepped out and hurried to the door. As you turned to wave goodbye you noticed that he was still watching you from the truck. He waved back, a smile on his face. Closing the door behind you, you felt for the first time since arriving in Montana, that Maybe, just maybe, you could belong here.

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[winchesterwild78]

The Ranch pt 2

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Characters: Jensen-cowboy, single dad, x Reader-city girl moved to country to get away from it all

Warnings/Theme: brief mention of depression, angst (more like guilt), fluff

A/N: A short little story featuring our favorite green eyed cowboy, not an actor in this, lives on a ranch in Texas, is a widower with 3 kids. Reader is a city girl who moves to the country to get away from her ex and start a new life. She takes a job on the ranch and things develop between her and the cowboy. Internal dialogue in italics.

So much love and thanks to @cheynovak for the idea. ♥️ All work is my own. No disrespect to anyone, this is a work of fiction. Real names are used, but again this is a work of fiction. Got a little carried away with this chapter, sorry.  Do not take my work

Minors DNI 18+

The next morning you woke up early, showered and headed down to the kitchen. Jensen was up and was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Jensen.” He looked up and smiled, “Good morning, Y/N. How did you sleep?” “Like a baby. The bed was so comfortable, thank you.” “There’s coffee in the pot if you want some, I’ve already eaten, and the kids should be up soon.”

“Great, so what would you like me to do today?” You asked as you filled up a coffee cup. “Well, the kids need to get to school today, so if you could get them ready and out the door that would be great. The bus will be here at about 6:45. Once they are on the bus, you can come find me. I should be at the horse stable.” “Sounds good, I’ll see you shortly.” 

Jensen nodded and stood. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, boots and he grabbed his cowboy hat. Damn he looked good. Jensen walked outside and you heard his truck start up and pull away. 

You walked upstairs and woke up the kids. JJ got out of bed quickly, the twins were a little slower. Arrow just glared at you when you tried to get her up. You smiled sweetly at her and she rolled over, putting her back towards you. You softly sighed and got up. You went to Zeppelin’s room and got him up. He was excited to see you, and he hugged you. It took you by surprise, but you hugged him back. 

You went into the hallway, “Okay guys, 10 minutes I need you all downstairs so you can get to your bus on time.” Walking back down the stairs you went into the kitchen and started to make breakfast. You figured pancakes with orange juice would be a good breakfast. JJ and Zep were the first down the stairs. They came into the kitchen excited when they saw the pancakes. 

They both sat at the kitchen table and you put pancakes on their plate. You cut up Zep’s and poured him some juice. “JJ, do you know where Arrow is?” Stuffing her face she looked up at you, “She said she’s not going to school.” “Hmm, okay. You two stay here, I'll see what’s going on.” 

You walked back upstairs and took a deep breath before going back into Arrow’s room. You walked in her room and saw her still in bed. “Arrow, honey, you need to get up, it’s time for school.” “No! I’m not going.” You stepped closer to her bed, “Arrow, come on, your daddy wants you to go to school.” “No! I said, I'm not going, I don’t feel good.” “Okay, I’ll let your daddy know you’re not feeling well. It’s a shame you are going to miss the delicious pancakes I made just for you three. Your daddy didn’t even get any.

She rolled over and looked at you with her big eyes, “You made pancakes?” “Yep, and I even put out chocolate chips to go on them, but you’re not feeling good so I’ll let you sleep.” 

“Wait, Miss Y/N.” You turned and softly smiled at her, “yes, sweetheart?” “Um, If I get dressed now, can I still have some pancakes?” You walked over to her bed and sat down, “Of course you can. I’ll make sure you get some.” She smiled and whispered, “Thank you.” You stood up and walked back downstairs. A few minutes later you saw her coming down the stairs and you smiled slightly. 

When she sat down you handed her a plate with pancakes on it. You slid the chocolate chips over to her and smiled. She nodded and put some on her plate. A few minutes later the kids were fed and grabbing their book bags to head to the bus. As the four of you walked towards the end of the driveway, Zep ran up beside you and took your hand. You smiled down at him and he smiled at you. 

You looked over and saw Arrow staring as you all walked towards the bus stop. She smiled a little but then looked away. As the bus pulled up you told them all to have a good day and they climbed on the bus. JJ and Zep waved at you as the bus pulled off. 

Once back in the house you cleaned up from breakfast and you went upstairs to make the kids’ beds. Making your way to each room, you made the beds and cleaned up. You walked into Arrow’s room and started to clean up and make her bed. You noticed a piece of paper on the floor. You bent down and picked it up. The paper was a picture she drew. It broke your heart, it was a picture of Jensen, her, JJ, and Zep. In the sky was a woman with red hair. You knew from the pictures you saw downstairs it was her mother. It all made sense to you. Her treatment of you, her walls. She missed her mother so much. So you came up with a plan to help her open up, but you needed to talk to Jensen.

You walked over to the horse barn and saw Jensen inside working. He was moving bales of hay. His shirt showed off his back muscles and his biceps flexed with every movement. You bit your lip and your thighs clenched together. God he looked so good. You cleared your throat getting his attention. “Oh hey there darlin’. Did the kids get up and off without any trouble?” “Yeah, they all got up, ate some pancakes and made it on the bus. Sorry I’m late getting down here. I cleaned up the kitchen and made their beds.” 

Jensen stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead and chuckled. “They got you good this morning. They know they are supposed to make their beds.” You both laughed. “I’ll remember that.” “So, what would you like me to do?” You asked him as he moved the last bale of hay. 

“Well I figured I could teach you how to brush the horses and muck their stalls.” “Sounds good to me.” “Okay, so the first thing we need to do is brush the horses. You pull them out and tie them to the hook on the wall, and use that brush over there to brush them.” “Sounds easy enough.” Jensen grabbed the brush and pulled out the first horse, the one he rode yesterday. “This is Cinnamon. She’s my favorite.” Jensen said as he smiled at you. “She’s beautiful, Jensen.” “She was Dee’s horse. Her and I bonded after Dee died. She got so depressed she wouldn’t eat, I would sleep in here with her, keeping her company. Well, we both got depressed after Dee. We saved each other.” Your breath hitched.

“Oh Jensen, I am so sorry. Seems like Dee left an incredible mark on everyone and everything here. You know, Arrow really misses her too.” “Yeah she did, she was an incredible woman. Arrow and her were really close too. After the twins were born, I was gone a lot trying to keep the ranch going. She bonded with them and Arrow was her mini-me.” 

You told Jensen about the picture and you saw his eyes fill with tears. A few tears fell from his eyes, and you reached up and brushed them away. His breath caught in his throat. “I’m sorry Jensen, that was inappropriate.” He looked at you and gently smiled, “It’s okay. Thank you for being so kind.” 

Jensen stared at you for a few minutes before breaking eye contact. He went back to brushing the horse and showing you how to brush them. “Okay, are you ready to muck the stall?” “Sure, I still have no idea what that is, but let’s do it.” Jensen laughed, “Oh you’re going to regret saying that.” 

Jensen grabbed the shovel and large trash can and opened the stall, “The first thing we have to do is use this shovel to clean out the old hay and the manure. We throw it in the trash can. Once we get it shoveled out we spray it with the hose and scrub.” 

You grabbed the shovel and started cleaning out the stall. Jensen let Cinnamon run in the corral as he got the next horse out to brush. You were just shoveling the last bit out as Jensen’s head popped around the stall, “Looking good, Y/N.” You looked up at Jensen and smiled softly. Putting the shovel down, you grabbed the water hose and sprayed the stall and scrubbed. As you were rinsing the floor, you slipped. You braced yourself for a fall that didn’t come. When you looked up you saw Jensen. He had his strong arms around you, he caught you as you slipped. 

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as the two of you looked in each other’s eyes. His arms were wrapped around you tightly. You both were breathing heavily. “Jensen, thank you for catching me.” He helped you up, “You’re welcome, sweetheart. These floors get slippery when they are wet. Be careful.” 

The two of you stood there inches away from each other, you could feel his hot breath on your face. He reached up and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. You blushed. Your lips were inches away from each other. You could hear your heart beating loudly in your ears. “Jensen, I um.. I don’t think this is a good idea.” You bit your lip, not believing what you were saying. 

Jensen backed away, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me.” You touched his arm, “It’s okay, I understand.” He ran his hands through his hair and walked away. You grabbed clean hay and put it in Cinnamon’s stall. You moved to clean out the next stall, and saw Jensen out in the corral with Cinnamon. He had a saddle in his hand. Jensen put it on Cinnamon and climbed on. You watched as he took off on her. 

You sighed loudly. “Great, just great Y/N. He was about to kiss you and you screwed it up. What the hell is wrong with you!?” “You okay there sweetpea?” You jumped when you heard a gruff voice behind you. “Oh yeah, sorry I was just talking to myself. I’m Y/N.” “Yeah, I figured, I’m Clif. I saw Jensen take off on Cinnamon.” “Yeah, um I’m not sure why. He was showing me how to take care of the horses and the stalls, then he left.” 

Clif sighed, “I know where he’s going. He’s going to talk to Dee. He does that from time to time. He’ll be okay.” You nodded in understanding. “Well, Y/N when you finish here, come find me at the other barn. I’ll show you what to do there.” “Okay, Clif, it was nice to officially meet you.” “Yeah, you too, Y/N.”

Clif left and you continued cleaning the stall. The last horse was larger than the other two. He was a beautiful gray and white horse. You were able to get him out of the stall, brushed and in the corral. You cleaned his stall and put in fresh hay. After you were finished you cleaned up the equipment and went to find Clif. 

As you approached the barn you heard talking. You saw Cinnamon in the corral outside the barn. You heard Jensen’s voice, “Yeah, she slipped and I caught her. Clif, I almost kissed her. I don’t know what came over me.” “I do, you’re a man, and she’s an attractive woman. You’re allowed to be happy again, Jensen. Dee would want that.” “I know, I just feel like I’m betraying her.” Clif put his hand on Jensen’s shoulder, “I understand, but just know you’re not. It’s been 2 years, it’s okay.” 

You walked up to the barn and opened the door, trying to make enough noise so they knew you were there. “Hey, Clif, are you here?” You called from outside. “Yeah, in here.” You opened the door and made eye contact with Jensen. “Hey Jensen.” “Hey, Y/N. Did you get the stalls clean?” “Yep, sure did. Came down here to see what I could help Clif with.” “Well, there isn’t much here today. You’re more than welcome to head back up to the main house if you want.” Jensen told you with a soft smile. 

“Oh, okay. If you’re sure.” “Yeah, I’m sure.” “Okay, well I’ll head back, take a shower and make y’all some lunch.” Clif and Jensen smiled at you, “Sounds good, thanks Y/N.” You nodded, smiled and walked towards the house. 

Great. Now things are weird between you and Jensen. Why didn’t you just let him kiss you, you know you wanted him to. I guess I need to start looking for somewhere else to live. He’s not going to want me here anymore. Maybe I should just go back to Alex. 

You sighed as you walked and thought to yourself. You made it to the house and went to your room. Grabbing clean clothes you walked into your bathroom. Showering felt amazing after cleaning out the horse stalls. You washed your hair and body, getting out you dried off and pulled on clean clothes. 

Walking into the kitchen you decided to make sandwiches, chop some fresh fruits and vegetables and make a fresh pitcher of sweet tea. You had just finished when you heard the front door. Jensen walked in the kitchen and smiled at you, “You clean up good, sweetheart.” Your heart fluttered. “Thank you. Lunch is ready if you’re hungry. It’s not much, just some sandwiches, fruits, veggies and some tea.” “Sounds great, thank you.” 

Jensen walked over to the sink and washed his hands. Grabbing a plate he put some sandwiches, fruits and veggies on it. Then he grabbed a large glass out of the cabinet and poured himself some tea. He sat down at the table and started to eat. 

You grabbed some food and started to head outside. Jensen looked up at you, “Where ya going sweetheart?” “Oh, I was going to eat outside, give you some space.” Jensen looked shocked. He stood up, walked over to you and grabbed your plate. He set it down on the table, taking your hand and looking in your eyes. “I’d rather you eat with me, if you want to.” You nodded yes and sat down beside him.

The two of you sat eating in silence. “Look, I think we should talk.” Jensen said, interrupting the silence. You looked into his green eyes and took a deep breath. Here it comes, he’s going to ask you to leave. “It’s okay, Jensen, really. This was supposed to be a trial basis. I can pack and be gone before the kids get home. Really, no hard feelings.” 

Jensen sat stunned, “What?! No, that’s not what I want. Wait, is that what you want?” You put your head down and whispered, “No.” “Okay, good. What I was going to say is I’m sorry I tried to kiss you. You just got out of a relationship and I’m still a mess. I like you, but I don’t want to push you into anything. I don’t want you thinking you have to be with me to keep this job either. I saw the horse stalls and they looked incredible. You do amazing work, and the kids love you already, especially Zep.” 

You smiled, “Yeah, they are great kids. Jensen, I like you too. I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to jump in your bed and replace your wife. I’m not. I think we should just take things slow.” Jensen smiled, “I agree. Let things happen naturally. No expectations, no pushing.” You nodded in agreement. “Great, now that we have that out of the way, thanks for making lunch, Y/N. It’s delicious.” You smiled, “Thanks, it’s not much, I’ll cook something really good for dinner.” 

“Oh, I wanted to ask you something, Jensen.” “Sure, anything.” He looked up at you. “So the picture Arrow drew, where she had Dee in the sky, had me thinking. I want to do something special for her and the other two. Do you happen to have any pictures of Dee holding each one, just the two of them in the picture?” “Yeah, we should have some in the photo albums in the living room.”

“Do you mind if I look after lunch? I want to have copies made of each picture and give them to the kids to put in their room. That way they can see her and talk to her whenever they want to. It’s something my mom did for me when my grandmother died. It helped me grieve.” Jensen smiled at you, placed his hand softly on yours, “I think that’s a great idea, thank you for thinking of my babies like that.” 

You looked at his hand on yours and smiled. Clif came in and grabbed some lunch, just as you were finishing. “Jensen, could you help me find the albums?” Jensen stood, “Sure, I’ll be right there.” You nodded and left the room. Clif smiled at him and Jensen smirked, “Stop it Clif.” They both chuckled.

Jensen walked in the living room and pulled out the albums for you. “They should be in one of these. Would you like some help looking for them?” Jensen asked as he handed you the albums. “Sure, that would be great.” The two of you sat on the floor and looked through the albums. He laughed and showed you different pictures telling you about the day they were taken. 

Clif heard you two laughing and walked towards the living room and watched you two interact. He smiled and looked over at Dee’s picture that hung on the wall near him, “I’m trying Dee. He’ll be okay, she seems good for him.” Clif whispered to her picture, like he was talking directly to her. 

Jensen was able to help you find 3 different pictures that were taken not long before Dee died. Jensen stood up and walked over to where you were sitting and offered you his hand. He pulled you up, you stumbled forward and landed flush against his chest. 

You looked up at him and he looked down at you. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart racing again. You licked your lips and Jensen’s eyes were focused on your lips. You leaned forward, and so did he. You both took a deep breath as his lips were inches from yours. 

Closing your eyes you leaned forward until your lips touched. The kiss sent electricity through your body. Jensen’s hands cupped your face, and then his fingers went into your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His tongue licked your lips and you parted your mouth allowing him access. Your tongues fought for dominance, moving together in an intricate dance. You moaned a little into his mouth and he pulled you closer. 

The two of you finally pulled away and were breathing heavily. You looked at him and blushed. He ran his thumb over your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” You blushed, “Thank you.” He kissed your forehead before letting go of you.

“Jensen, what time do the kids get home? I want to have the pictures ready and go to the grocery store before they get home.” “They should be home about 3:30, do you mind if I go with you? I have some things I want to pick up in town.” “No, not at all. I’d welcome the company.” “Great, let me go shower and change. I’ll be back shortly.” You nodded and Jensen left the room.

You sat down on the couch and thought about the kiss. The two of you had decided to let things happen naturally, I guess once the pressure was off things just happened. You weren’t sure what the kiss meant, but you knew you couldn’t wait to kiss him again. 

Waiting for Jensen you pulled out your phone and noticed you had a message from Alex.

Alex: Hey, you’ve got some mail. Where should I send it?

You: I’ll find out if you can send it directly here or if I need to get a PO Box.

Alex: Why can’t you just tell me where you are?

You: It’s not my house, Alex. I don’t want to just give you the address without asking my boss.

Alex: You live with your boss? Are you sleeping with him too?

You: What the hell Alex, No! This is a live-in position. I help take care of his kids and I work on the ranch. 

Alex: Okay, well if he tries to sleep with you, then you can sue him.

You: Alex, he’s not like that. I’ll let you know where to send my mail.

You let out a frustrated sigh and tossed your phone to the side. Jensen stepped in the room and saw, “You okay?” “Yeah, just my ex being a jerk.” Jensen’s jaw clenched, “Sorry, anything I can help with?” “No, not unless you can go back in time and tell my younger self not to date him.” You chuckled and Jensen smiled. 

“Are you ready to go?” Jensen asked. “Yep, ready when you are.” The two of you headed out the door. His hand instinctively went to the small of your back, leading you outside. He opened the truck door for you and you climbed in. Jensen walked around to the driver’s seat and got in. 

Before too long, the two of you were pulling into a parking spot at the local grocery store. Jensen told you they had a photo lab inside where you could make prints. You grabbed the photos and walked towards the store. Inside, Jensen led you to the photo lab and helped you make copies of the pictures. 

You picked out three nice frames and put them in the cart. Jensen smiled at you, he was in awe of your kindness towards his children. You continued shopping together and loading up the cart, picking out things for dinner and other groceries the household needed. As the two of you rounded a corner you noticed a tall man, with dark hair walking towards you two. 

He was smiling and approached you and Jensen. Jensen looked up and smiled. “Hey, Jay! I thought that was you. How ya doing? How are the rugrats?” “Hey, G! We are doing good. Oh where are my manners? G, this is Y/N, Y/N this is G, well Gino. He’s Dee’s brother.” You extended your hand, “Nice to meet you Gino.” “You too, Y/N. So how do you two know each other?” “Oh, I work on the Ranch. Jensen just hired me.” Gino nodded and looked at Jensen.

You noticed the shift in energy, and it made you a little uncomfortable. “Jensen, I’m gonna finish getting the things I need.” Jensen shifted a little, “Yeah, sure. I’ll catch up.” You nodded, “It was nice to meet you, Gino. Please excuse me.” “Yeah, you too, Y/N.” 

When you walked away you let out the breath you’d been holding. Not exactly sure why, but you felt a twinge of guilt now for kissing Jensen. Gino turned towards Jensen, “Dude, what is going on? Are you two a thing?” Jensen’s eyes went wide, “No, she works for me. She helps take care of the kids and does things around the ranch.” “Listen, Jay, I’m sorry if I’ve come off as anything but supportive. It’s been 2 years, Dee would want you to be happy, I want you to be happy. Just remember it’s not just the two of you who could be hurt if anything goes wrong.” Jensen shifted and rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I know. She’s really good with them, G. Especially Arrow. That little firecracker gave her a bit of trouble this morning, but she was able to break down a bit of her wall.” “That’s great Jay, just promise me you two will take it slow.” “We are, I promise.”

The rest of the day went pretty fast. The kids came home from school excited about their day. You helped them with their homework as Jensen finished working. As the kids played you cooked dinner. You were excited to give the kids their pictures and figured after dinner would be the perfect time to do it. 

Jensen came into the house shortly before you finished cooking. He walked in the kitchen covered in dirt and sweat. “Smells good. I’m starving.” “It’ll be ready soon. Why don’t you go take a shower and change.” You smiled at him. Jensen walked over to you, he was about to kiss you when he heard the kids. He pulled away and offered you an apologetic look. 

You whispered, “it’s okay” and he nodded, walking away. You knew the two of you had to be careful with this relationship. Agreeing not to move too fast. This wasn’t just to protect the two of you, it was for the sake of the kids too. 

About 20 minutes later, dinner was ready and the five of you sat around the table. Laughter and conversation filled the air. Your heart warmed at the sight. Looking up you made eye contact with Jensen. You blushed, and he offered you a soft smile. 

After everyone had their fill of dinner, you went into the kitchen to clean up. Jensen walked in with some dishes from the table. “Hey, Y/N, thank you for cooking dinner. It was amazing.” He pulled you into a hug and you inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. “You’re welcome, Jensen. I’m glad you liked it.” You handed him the towel, “I wash and you dry?” You smiled. “Sure, sweetheart.” He chuckled and took the towel.

A little while later Jensen called the kids to the living room, “Okay guys, Miss Y/N has something she wants to give you guys. Go ahead and take a seat.” You were a little nervous. Especially with Arrow. You’d been trying to break down some of her walls, you were afraid the slightest thing would build them back up. 

“So your dad and I were looking through some pictures today and I found some I thought you three would love, so I had these made for you.” You handed all three kids their own framed picture of them with Dee. JJ and Zep were off the couch quickly and threw their arms around your neck. JJ looked at the framed picture, “It’s me and mama. Is this mine?” Jensen looked at his oldest daughter, “Yes baby, it’s for you to keep in your room.” “Forever?” Her voice small. You looked at her, “Yes, JJ, forever.” 

JJ and Zep ran to their rooms to put their pictures beside their bed. You and Jensen noticed Arrow hadn’t said a word, or reacted. The two of you exchanged looks. Jensen sat next to her, “Sweetie, you okay?” Arrow didn’t answer. 

Panic filled your body and you looked at Jensen with fear in your eyes. Arrow just sat on the couch, looking at the framed photo. Her eyes flashed up and met yours. You smiled softly at her. She looked back down at the picture then back up at you.

She leapt off the couch and threw her arms around you with tears in her eyes. You let out the breath you were holding and hugged her tightly. Jensen’s eyes filled with tears. Arrow let go of your neck, grabbed the picture and went to her room with it. Not a single word was spoken. 

A few hours later, after showers, brushed teeth, and bedtime stories, it was time for the kids to go to bed. You and Jensen made your way around telling each of the kids good night. Zep and JJ had their pictures on their bedside tables, when you walked into Arrow’s room you didn’t see the picture. 

“Good night, Arrow. I hope you have sweet dreams.” You said as you kept looking around for the picture. “Good night, Miss Y/N.” Her voice was so soft. You smiled at her and turned to walk out. “Miss Y/N?” “Yes, sweetie?” “Thank you for my picture. I love it. It’s my favorite picture of me and mama.” You crossed the room and sat on the bed beside her, “Oh sweetie, I’m so glad you like it.” Looking down, you noticed the picture was in her bed with her. Your heart soared.

You leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, “Good night Arrow, and good night Dee.” You didn’t know Jensen was standing outside the door and heard the whole conversation. Before you walked out he slipped away. His heart warmed in his chest. 

With the kids in bed you went to your room and slipped into your baggy t-shirt, and sleep pants. You threw your hair up in a messy bun, grabbed a blanket and your book you had been reading. Stepping out on the balcony, you settled in one of the chairs and pulled out your book. 

You heard a soft knock on your door and got up to answer it. Standing there in a t-shirt, and gray sweatpants was Jensen. His hair was slightly messy, and a relaxed look on his face. “Hey, sweetheart, am I interrupting?” You shook your head “no”. Jensen licked his lips and looked at you. You stepped to the side and let him in. As soon as he was inside the room, he closed the door and his hands went around your waist, pulling you into a searing kiss. 

Your mind was racing, heart pounding and your body began to respond to his touch. The kiss was different from the first one, it was full of passion and need. The two of you finally pulled away, gasping for air. A blush formed on your face.

“I love it when you blush, you’re so beautiful.” “Jens, not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” “You’re an incredible woman. You put my kids’ needs before anything today. You’re helping my baby girl come out of her shell, and I heard you in her room. When you told Dee good night. I can’t ever thank you enough for what you’re doing to help my babies, or me.” 

You touched his face and smiled, “Jensen, you don’t have to thank me. The four of you are hurting, and rightfully so, I’m just showing kindness, nothing more than kindness and sympathy.” “You’re doing so much more than that, you’re fixing our broken hearts.” 

Your breath hitched. You’d never seen Jensen’s eyes so brilliantly green. You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

There was a comfortable silence that fell over you two. Just sitting on the balcony, looking up at the stars. The rest of the night was filled with stolen glances, soft kisses, and falling deeper for each other. As Jensen told you good night and placed a soft kiss on your lips, you felt yourself yearning for him. You knew keeping that feeling inside would be difficult, but Jensen was worth it. Little did you know he was feeling the exact same way. 

Part 3

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bunny food

prompts by @raccoonbabey

prompt: Character A is hungry, so Character C spoils them with candy and baked goods. (Bonus: Character B scolds Character C because “That’s not real food!”)

for anon (im sorry it wasn't exactly what you wanted! but you did motivate me to write lol)

pairings: cg!sam winchester, cg!dean winchester x little!OC (munchkin)

warnings: talks of ghosts and graves!

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It was a long drive back to Kansas, with a case located in Wyoming, 6 hours of route back to the bunker ensued.

Nobody in the crew really minded, by this point it was almost routine, plus this was an easy case, a run of the mill salt and burn - the only particularity being that munchkin had to distract the ghost while the boys digged the grave. So, she was pretty beat after the hunt, the boys knew from experience that, after most hunts, munchkin regressed - it was her way of processing all the emotions that she felt during the hunt, or anything really, plus, the boys loved caring for her whether she was small or big, they all really cared for each other a lot, but when she was small, she was just "so damn cute" as Dean put it.

They were 2 hours in, 4 left to go, they had had breakfast at the motel, only thing was, they had forgotten to get snacks before the drive.

Munchkin was in the back of the car, taking a little nap, when suddenly the car came to a stop, she then slowly woke up.

"Hey sweetheart, Daddy went to the bathroom, you wanna get somethin' to eat at the convenience store?" said Dean, turning to face munchkin from the driver's seat, she was starting to feel hungry, so, she nodded and rubbed her eyes, still sleepy from her nap. Dean went to open her door for her and unbuckle her, she could do this on her own, but he knew that it made her feel extra small when he did little things like that for her.

As she climbed out of the car, Dean offered his hand "What do we do when we cross the street?" He asked "Hold dada, daddy or dae's hand!" She responded chipperly, fully awake by now, as she took his hand "Attagirl" Dean said as they walked to the convenience store, they ran into Sam, who was just exiting the men's room.

"Hey there kiddo, had a good nap?" Sam asked as he bent down to munchkin's level - "Mhm!" She responded "Dada and I was jus gettin' some snackies 'cause we hungry!" She said, looking at the younger Winchester with a big smile on her face. Sam was happy to hear his little princess verbalizing her hunger cues "I think I'll join y'all then, I'm getting the munchies, too" he said as he took munchkin's free hand and started to chat with Dean when they entered the convenience store.

Sam, being the health nut that he is, immediately went for the veg aisle, whereas Dean took munchkin to his favorite aisle, the baked goods aisle- specifically where the pies were.

As Sam joined them, with a basket containing a big bag of baby carrots and ranch, Dean put in some pie and cookies, he then picked some worm gummies and red skittles, munchkin's favorite candy "I think we're all good to go, ain't we, Sammy?" Dean asked his brother, heading for the checkout counter "Uh, Dean I think we need to get some real food in there" Sam said, seeing that the basket was 70% sweets "Seems pretty real to me" Dean responded.

As the two brothers bickered on what was real food and what wasn't ("Rabbit don't equal real!" "OH, and processed does?" "You're such an almond guy" "There's a difference between almond and healthy!" "Yeah but you're an almond" "That's a meme! And I'm so not" "You so are") munchkin went around the store, picking what she was craving, she saw some carrots with hummus, and grabbed those, she then saw an individual bag of salt and vinegar chips and added that one, too, when she returned to the sweets aisle, she tugged on Sam's sleeve "Daddy in how much time are we gettin' lunch?" she asked, "In about two hours, why do you ask, bunny?" he asked, as munchkin put her picks in the basket "ta see if ima be veery hungry or not so much" she said as she took out her gummies and put them back "gotta leave some room for lunch" she said with a shrug "okie now we ready to go!" she said with a smile.

The boys looked at each other, perplexed, what did their little one just do? She never denied candy of any kind, Dean crouched to her height "Baby, is everything alright? You love gummies" he said, concerned "I know dada, but they's not goin' nowhere, plus, I'm craving skittles more today and we're havin' lunch soon, an' i don't wanna be full by lunch, an' i also wanted carrots an' chips" she said, very sure of herself, it did make sense, what she was saying, still, both boys were confused at her sudden vegetable frenzy, when she was small, she usually dreaded those "you can have bunny food AND sweet food, is all 'bout balance, plus I got some hummus because it tastes better than ranch"

The boys shared an "oh well" look, and the argument was settled, they paid for their items and got back on the road, where they shared what each had gotten, and sang along to their shared road trip playlist all the way back to the bunker.

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Because of you.

Regency!Simon x Regency!Fem!Reader

Chapter 1

TW: Cursing, Mentions of DV, (small use of y/n so you know who you are) and more to come in the next chapters!

Simon was on his porch, a drink in his hand as he gazed out into the wide landscape around him. He had a few animals, keep his mind and his hands busy during they day. The sun was setting beautifully. the sky an artists masterpiece, as Simon took a sip of his drink. It was wonderful being on the country side of London, a vast difference from being in the lime light all day and night because of a mere label you're born into. Simon was lucky, really. His mom could've dragged him by the ear to betrothe a girl, give the family an heir but.. He did have a ton of siblings, and the ton seemed more interested in them than him and his.. More quiet aura.

He noticed a note by his door. Odd. He must have missed it when we grabbed his morning mail. He put his drink down, and stood, straightening his shirt. He bent to grab the note, and his saw his sisters signature on the front, and his mothers.

Another oddity. It's the middle of the girls season, and Jasmine was already married...

He went inside to grab a letter opener, and slid it underneath the fold, swiping cleanly, as the paper made a small tearing noise. He pulled the note out and read over it. Blah blah blah, its a great season so far, Tommy found his match, Katy is doing well... But Jasmine wanted him over. Do the whole 'older brother' thing where he acts concerned and sits the boys down for a talk. Simon smiled softly, and turned the letter over, and his mothers handwriting filled the first half.

To be frank, he could barely read his mothers words, but something about Jasmine's husband's cousin?

He sighed, and folded the note back up. God, it's been.... Well, it's been years since he's truly had to be in the city.

He packed a small bit, really not wanting to be there too long, and he put his bag in the holder on his horse.

"Aye, Jackson. You ready for a long ride?" He patted his horse, before hopping on and starting his journey down to the city.

Once he arrived at his childhood home, he whistled lowly. Fuck, the house is huge. He lived here most of his life, but compared to his pretty modest ranch, but... Christ. He hooked his horse up in the stables, and he grabbed his back, keeping it on his shoulder, and he walked into the house. He spotted his mother first, and she squealed.

"Simon!" She ran, elegantly of course, holding her dress up. She hugged Simon tight, kissing his face as he laughed softly. He leaning down to her height, hugging her back.

"Hi, mother. It's been a long time since... I've been back." He mumbled the back end of his sentence. She shook her head, as her response.

"Nonsense, I get why. With 2 kids this season, it's getting harder to keep the reins in on these girls!" She had a smile, but it was tense on her forward. "And with your father being away on work, I need you to step up. Just for a couple weeks, but.. We need you, sweetheart."

Simon nodded. He wanted his mom to have a few things off her plate, knowing her tendencies to over work herself during the season.

He took his time to go through the home, finding his old study space, his old room, and then.. Jasmine. She was with her newly wed (by a couple of months) and then she spotted Simon.

"Si? Is that really you?" She stood up and sprinted to him, much differently than their mother, and jumped in his arms. He spun her around, kissing her head.

"Jaz, good god, you've grown." He laughed softly, and held her face. "It's good to see you."

She smiled up at him and gave him another big squeeze, "Oh! I need to introduce you!" She gestured her husband over, and took his hand when he was close enough.

"Alex, meet Simon, Simon meet Alex." She was all giddy, an arm hooked around his. Simon extended his hand.

"Alex. It's nice to see you have my little sister so... Lively." He teased Jasmine, and Alex took his hand.

"Sir. I've heard a lot of good things about you. Nice to put a name to the face." Alex smiled, and shook Simons hand tightly.

The rest of the day was just seeing his family again, getting reacquainted with all the gossip his sisters have. Only one thing was really bothering him. Jasmine and Alex kept... Talking. Alex seemed nervous, Jasmine was trying her best to comfort him. He had letters in his hand, and both of them were reading them, all worried.

Simon managed to slip away, and peered his ear over the door, which was now shut as Jasmine and Alex needed to talk.

"My love, you shouldn't worry so much, she's... She seems like she got out--" Jasmine started, but Alex worriedly interjected.

"Y/n is being chased. Her... ex fiancé is after her, he found her at our mothers, at her best friends... She needs to get out of London." He seemed to be tapping his foot, by the soft tapping sound.

"I understand Alex, but honey, there's nothing we can really do, because if she comes here... I mean, isn't her ex... Using.. You know, substances?" Jasmine kissed his temple, and he deflated.

"I need her out of town. Is.. Isn't Simon living out of the city? Do you think-?" Alex was trying his hardest not to cry, by the sounds of it. Simon tensed. Hell no, he won't get involved with things like this, he's already managed to avoid the problems of the city--

"I could... I could ask him.. But he's not really-"

Simon walked away, shaking his head, what was Jasmine thinking? He isn't interested in homing someone, especially if there's a.. Drug abuser after her..

That's when he heard Jasmine come up behind her, grasping his arm.

Jasmine turns him around, Alex, avoidantly, in tow.

"Simon? Can we talk?"

aha cliffhanger (im still writing but you need to want to keep reading somehow)

small series im making because starving is killing me rn.

ilsym babes, happy pride!

-a661

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a.n.: back again in the wild west jjk au 🤠 happy birthday 2 me

c.w.: mdni, 18+, it's toji what do u expect (i hate him), rough sex

barkeep!toji who runs the only saloon in town that can seem to turn a profit. it's mainly popular with the older townsfolk, and the handful of younger ladies hoping to get their chance with the handsome owner.and barkeep!toji will entertain these young ladies for a bit, sweet talking them with pet names.

you're in town visiting your family's ranch, and stop by the saloon for a drink. barkeep!toji immediately has his sights set on you, turning on the charm with a "haven't seen you 'round these parts before. anything i can get for you, darlin?" the scar on his lip becoming more prominent when he gives you that coy smirk of his.

you let him have dealer's choice, playing into his little game. and he eats it up like catnip. barkeep!toji presents your drink, "somethin' sweet for someone sweeter." were it anyone else, you'd find the comment nauseating. but that twang mixed with his cocky smile only seem to work in his favor.

barkeep!toji giving you a nod toward the back storage room of the bar. an invitation to indulge in the desire he clearly has for you. and why not have some fun? which is how his rough hands end up on your waist, pushing you into him as his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth.

barkeep!toji who knows he's well endowed. before you get into it, he gives you a simple warning, telling you "you're gonna need to prep, sweetheart." he thrusts his thick cock into your thighs to help you acclimate, and his tip grazes the material of your underwear. the friction of his tip against your clit causing tidal waves of goosbumps on your skin.

barkeep!toji grunts praises into your ear as you take him inch by inch. "doin' so well for me., babygirl". and the soft whimpers you let out as he stretches you out drive him straight to paradise. his teeth nip against the soft skin of your neck, leaving a souvenir from your trip to the saloon.

barkeep!toji barely bottoms out before you reach your high, the mix of his wet kisses against your neck and chest and the sweet burn of his cock spurring your pleasure. and he doesn't last much longer, melting into the way you suck him in. barkeep!toji pulls out and lets his seed decorate your abdomen as he cums, his grunts becoming deeper and his grip on your waist hard enough to bruise.

ever the gentleman, barkeep!toji cleans you up with a bar rag and sends you off with a slap on the ass. "come back and see me now, princess'.", giving you a wink as he drops you off at your family's ranch.

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Mister Commander | Phillip Graves

Chapters Overview

Work Summary:

Phillip Graves - Dad's Best Friend - Summer in Texas Winnie Collins knows better than anyone that a homestead requires up-keep. When she returns home following the dissolvement of her engagement to the man she thought she loved, there's a stranger on her parent's ranch, during the height of May heat, in a town where nothing but dirt and sweat remain. Phillip Graves. He's her father's best friend - and he's here to stay. ______________________________ (Warning: Extremely Southern)

CW: Dad's Best Friend Trope (?), age gap romance, gentle crass language, extremely southern characters written by a Brit...

Chapter 1 - I'll Be Around

Chapter 2 - Tiger Rag

Chapter 3 - Paper Doll

Chapter 4 - Nobody's Sweetheart

Chapter 5 - Lazy River

Chapter 6 - Across the Alley from the Alamo

Chapter 7 - Pennies From Heaven

Chapter 8 - I Don't Know Enough About You

Chapter 9 - Lazy Bones

Chapter 10 - Big Boy Blue

Chapter 11 - Someday You'll Want Me to Want You

Chapter 12 - I Guess I'll Get the Papers and Go Home

Chapter 13 - Don't Be a Baby, Baby

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The Rancher and The Pilot (The long awaited FINAL!!)

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Dutton!Reader

Warning: Language, Fluffiness, Jake (yes he is a warning)

It had been a 6 of months since Y/N moved with Jake. Things seemed to calm down rather quickly. Though yes she did miss the ranch and her friends. She still talked to them at least once a week. Her dad thought she talked to him everyday. She herself couldn’t deal with not talking to him. She loved her father with her whole heart. Maybe that’s why Jake had surprised her with a 2 week vacation back to the ranch. They were about 5 minutes out from the house when she looked over at him and smiled. She loved Jake with everything she had, and he loved her just as much. That’s why he wanted to propose to her surrounded by their families. She didn’t know that Jake’s Mom,Dad, and 3 sisters along with their husbands and kids had flown out the night before. Or that her sister was finishing up the surprise engagement party in those last few minutes. What Jake didn’t know was that Y/N had a surprise of her own that she wanted to share with everyone.

When they finally pulled up her father was waiting on the porch. As soon as she could she was outta that truck and hugging her father. “I missed you so much Daddy.” She said as she jumped into her father’s arms. “I missed you too sweetheart. Without you here it’s been pretty boring.” John said as he hugged his youngest daughter. “Rip you and Ryan take Y/N and Jake’s stuff up to their room. As Y/N started to walk in the house she was stopped by her pink haired best friend “YOU’RE BACK!! You never fucking leave me alone with these fuckers again you hear me. I love you” Teeter said bear hugging the girl. “I love you too, but Teeter I’m only here for 2 weeks. You can call me anytime you need me though ok?” She said as Teeter nodded.

After a while of talking to everyone outside Y/N noticed that Jake had disappeared. “I’m gonna head in and see if I can find Jake.” She said opening the door only to see Jake down on one knee with the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. She then realized that behind Jake was his family. She cried as she walked towards falling to her knees in front of him nodding her head. “Y/N Elsa Dutton I love you so so much. Everything about you makes me fall deeper in love with you everyday. I love that you love all animals even birds knowing that you are terrified of seagulls. I love that you know every word to every CoJo song. I love how when you first wake up in the morning the first thing you do is roll over where you are facing me and trace my face with your fingers. I love the stories from your childhood especially the ones of you and Beth getting into trouble. Please do me the honor of being your husband?” Jake said by this time both of them were in tears as well as most of their family members. “Yes absolutely Yes.” She said as she kissed him everyone cheering around them. “I guess it’s a good time to tell you that I’m pregnant.” She said softly as she was still crying. Everyone started to cheer again. They both finally stood up getting pulled away for hugs. Finally Y/N made it to her father who was teary eyed. “You’re gonna be a grandpa.” She said smiling as she hugged him. “I heard. Your mother would be so fucking proud of you kid just like I am.”

A few months later Evelyn Monroe Seresin was born 8 pounds 10 ounces and 20 inches long, and she had her grandfather wrapped around her finger the moment she took her first breath.

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Sam Carpenter as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 13)

She’s really caring

She asks you if you ate yet

If you’ve had your iced coffee yet

If you’re comfortable while laying next to her in bed

If you want her to keep you safe while she cuddles you

She’s truly a sweetheart!

She adores your smile

She adores your hugs

Shes a gentle lover

Loves to take her time on your body while she kisses you

Celebrated with you when you had your first song on the radio with your band

Her favorite cuddle position is you sitting between her legs with her legs and around you holding you tight

She will feed you cool ranch Doritos

And Sam will sing, “1 Dorito, 2 Doritos, 3 Doritos”

She’s one hell of a kisser. You love her kisses

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'tis the damn season | Chapter 2

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie/Cece (OC, no physical description)

Word count: 5.7K

Synopsis: After six years away from home, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was finally going to make his parents happy and surprise his family by spending Christmas in Magnolia, Texas. Introducing his pregnant fiancee to his family is a culture clash, with rural Texas meeting California influencer. Though unhappy in his relationship, Jake knows he has to buckle down and do the right thing with a baby on the way.

The last person he expected to run into was his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

The holidays are already going to be hard enough for Julie. Her home baking business, which had started as a fun side project, exploded after a few TikToks went viral. Just when she was getting the hang of juggling her job and business, tragedy struck. Facing her first Christmas as an orphan, the last thing Julie expected was to hear that once familiar nickname - Cece.

After almost a decade apart, Jake and Julie can't help but feel that old familiar spark. Even with the realities of their lives pressing in, they can't help but wonder what might have happened if just one of them had fought for their relationship all those years ago.

Chapter 1 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 2

“Mama. Cece.” Julie blinked, unable to trust her bleary eyes. But no matter how much she tried to clear her vision, Jake Seresin stood in his mother’s kitchen. 

With a woman who had a possessive hand on his chest and a smug expression on her face. 

And a large diamond on her finger.

“What are you doing here?” Mama Seresin demanded, emotion coloring her voice as she hurried across the kitchen to throw her arms around her youngest son. “You said you couldn’t make it.” 

“Wanted it to be a surprise,” he answered, eyes locked on Julie before lowering when he hugged his mama. Julie tore her gaze away, mentally cataloging the differences from the last time she’d seen him. Like the new crows' feet decorating his eyes, deeper smile lines carved into his cheeks, and the fact that he seemed larger. He’d gained muscle in college, shifting from a wiry teenager to a strong military guy. And now… now he looked even bigger than he had the last time she’d seen him, with a new seriousness that he hadn’t possessed before. 

The woman studied her, eyes narrowing briefly as they swept Julie’s frame. Apparently satisfied by the too-large t-shirt and ratty jeans, the woman’s eyebrow twitched before returning to Jake’s mother. 

“Well, you sure managed it. And whose this?” 

“Mama, this is Shayla. My, uh…fiancee.” Pink dusted his cheeks as his eyes darted up to meet Julie’s again, and he gave her a strained smile as his mother gasped. Julie forced herself to smile at the couple and push away the awkwardness of her ex-fiancee announcing his new engagement. 

“Fiancee?” Mama Seresin echoed. 

“Hi,” Shayla beamed, ignorant of the sudden tension. “It’s nice to meet you! Jakey’s told me so much about you.” 

“Has he, now?” the older woman said, tone a syrupy sweet that belied the brittle irritation underneath. Julie caught Jake’s eye twitch and pressed her lips into a thin line to avoid smirking. Unless things had changed, he hated being called Jakey. It had been his brother’s go-to nickname growing up to tease him about being little and got heavy rotation once Jake started to call him BJ. Julie was convinced that Bill Junior now insisted on being called Will because, during a wrestling match after too much spiked egg nog, Jake had called him BJ in front of Ally the first Christmas she visited the ranch. 

Jake had returned to Annapolis with a few bruised ribs that Julie had heard all about when he complained about his physical training. Bill was never called BJ again, and everyone respected his wish to be called Will. 

Shayla turned her gaze to Julie, who was pulled from her musings as the other woman grinned. “You must be Allison.” 

“No.”

“That’s Cece.”

“Julie, actually.”

“Oh,” Shayla frowned, nose wrinkling in confusion while glancing between Jake and Julie. “I just thought, since you’re here so early…”  

“Just stopped by for breakfast and some eggs,” Julie shrugged, lifting the basket. “I’ve got to go, or I’ll be late for work. It was nice to meet you, Shayla. And... congratulations on the engagement. Welcome home, Jake.” 

Jake took a small step forward as though to hug her and paused when Julie shuffled backward. “Thanks, Cece.” 

“I’ll walk you out, honey,” Mama Seresin said, walking over to Julie and placing a hand on her lower back. As they exited the kitchen, the two women heard Shayla clear her throat.

“So, is her name Cece or Julie? And who is she?”

“Julie,” Jake replied. “She’s… she’s an old family friend.”

“Jake? Jake fucking Seresin?” Lucy demanded as Julie laid her head on her desk and closed her eyes. 

“Yup.”

“What the hell is he doing back here?”

“Well, I’m guessing the fact that it’s Christmas and he’s engaged probably has something to do with it.” 

“I can’t believe that fucker is engaged again.” Julie felt her lip twitch at her friend’s comment. But just as she was going to reply, a chime sounded, alerting them to someone using the drive-up teller services. “Hold that thought,” Lucy said, sliding off her chair.

Taking that as a sign to actually start working, Julie sat up and logged into her computer. One of the other bank tellers had called out sick that morning, so she was helping to cover the desk rather than sitting in her office processing loan applications. Given that it was just a few days before Christmas, there were only a few applications to get through - a couple of car loans and small business ones. 

Stretching, Julie grimaced when she felt her back crack a few times. She’d been up late again working on an order and felt every hour she’d leaned over her kitchen counter to make sure that the 200 hand-drawn decorations were right. She still needed to pipe ganache into the macaroon shells before boxing them up and driving the two hours to Amarillo to deliver. Taking the last-minute order for a holiday party had been a mistake, but the extra money offered for the rush would go straight into her moving fund. 

Just after three in the morning, Julie called it quits and passed out on the couch. Two hours later, her phone had gone off to remind her to head to the Seresin ranch for her weekly breakfast with the family. As much as she wanted to beg off, she’d offered to make cinnamon rolls, and Allison, pregnant with her first baby, had made her swear to include extra caramel. Not one to piss off a pregnant woman, Julie dragged herself off to the shower and quickly drank a cup of cold coffee before getting in her car. Since moving back from Austin two years ago to care for her dad, the Seresins had checked in on her. 

It was hard to think of a time the Seresins hadn’t been a part of Julie’s life. Her mom had been best friends with Mama Seresin and had gotten closer after falling pregnant at the same time. When Julie was in third grade, she’d been spending the night at their house so her parents could celebrate their anniversary, and she woke up to Mama Seresin telling her they needed to get to the hospital. 

She tried not to think about that night too much, but flashes of it invaded her dreams every February. Glimpses of Jake and Will, confused as their mom bundled her into the car with tears on her cheeks. How dark it was as they flew down the road to the hospital in the neighboring town, snow hitting the windshield. The crowd of firefighters - her daddy’s coworkers - in the emergency room. The sad looks they gave her. And then the confusion of seeing her daddy, who never cried, sobbing as he pulled her into his arms and told her that Mama was gone. 

As much as Julie missed her mother, she’d been blessed with abundant family. Not only had the Seresins taken her in and treated her as one of their own, but so had the firehouse. The mainly volunteer force had adopted her, making sure that she never wanted for anything. On nights when her daddy couldn’t stay in their quiet home, they would go to the station and sit with the men on shift. Julie learned to cook and bake with the rookies, spent nights playing poker while betting Oreos, and learned how to make trick shots at the pool table. 

Even after being away from Magnolia since she was 18, it had picked right back up when she’d moved back after Daddy’s cancer diagnosis. He’d reluctantly stepped down as the town fire chief when it became too hard to manage his treatment and work. Still, it wasn’t uncommon to find him in the firehouse with his men when Julie was at work. She would come home to find Mama and Mr. Seresin sitting in the kitchen, dinner already in the oven. The three of them had ganged up on her and convinced her to re-enroll in pastry school, shifting from the in-person program in Austin she’d been attending at night to the online one.

So, after days spent at the bank, she would sit at the kitchen table and practice knife skills, how to make meringues and buttercreams, candied fruits, the science behind bread making, and how to decorate. There were also classes on operating in the hospitality industry and starting your own business. After taking pictures of her assignments and submitting them, the pastries went to the firehouse, work, or the Seresin’s house. 

Soon, she was getting requests. A coworker asked her to make a birthday cake. One of the firemen asked for cupcakes. After posting a picture of cookies decorated with royal icing, she got a message asking if she would make some for a baby shower. A batch of macaroons dropped off for Mama Seresin’s quilting club led to three women reaching out for her flavor list. On one memorable occasion, a grandmother finished her banking deposit and promptly asked Julie for “one of those fancy cakes” for her anniversary. 

Magnolia was no longer content with grocery store pastries. And, while Julie was happy with the practice, the amount of people wanting her baking was overwhelming. It had taken her dad sitting her down after a long day trying to design a cookie order for her to start charging for more than just ingredients. To her surprise, there hadn’t been much pushback when she’d put out a price list the next time someone asked her to make something. 

To keep her Austin friends in the loop, she’d made TikToks as she baked. At first, there were only a dozen views and comments from her friends. When she included videos of her making her orders, the Magnolia residents started to follow her. And then, unexpectedly, a video of her dad helping her heat seal cookies while she flooded another batch went viral. Older videos of her cakes suddenly got thousands of views and comments. Her DMs were flooded with messages asking if she shipped. She received requests from brides asking for her website. 

The sudden interest was overwhelming, and Julie was inundated with orders. In her spare time, she built a website that got thousands of hits. After work, she would stay up late baking to ensure she could ship orders. Weekends were spent driving around Texas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico, making deliveries. She was a nervous wreck when she booked her first wedding and spent the entire seven-hour drive to Fort Worth terrified that she would be in a car accident and destroy the cake. 

When Daddy got really sick, all of that fell by the wayside. The bank let her take a leave of absence, and she took a semester off of school. After filling her orders, she shut down her website. She posted a video saying she was taking a break from baking and making content. Her life narrowed to the hospital room, listening to the steady beeping of her daddy’s heart monitor and the hiss of the cannula helping him breathe. A revolving door of people kept them company in the hospital, making her daddy laugh with some story from the job or growing up in Magnolia. There was always someone to sit with him when she was persuaded to go home to shower and spend a few hours in her bed. 

But when the time came, she was alone to hold his hand and whisper in his ear that it was okay to go and to give her love to Mommy. 

Julie spent the next few months dragging herself to the bank and collapsing into bed. Her friends from Austin flew in for the funeral and tried to convince her to move back, but it felt too soon to leave. There was too much that needed to be handled, and the idea of selling the house she grew up in and permanently leaving Magnolia wasn’t something she could face. 

After ignoring her TikTok for months, Julie forced herself to open the app and read the comments. Watching the videos with her dad hurt, but she loved seeing how much her followers loved him. So, after having a bit too much wine, she decided to break out her cookie sheets for the first time since he went into the hospital and made his favorite - simple, classic peanut butter cookies - and shared the news. As they baked, she leaned against the counter and sobbed. Her followers sent their condolences and told her to take care of herself. 

Eight months after his passing, Julie was slowly reopening her shop. She only accepted orders that would be filled in a few weeks rather than months in advance. It severely cut down on her wedding orders, but it was nice not to have that added stress. With Magnolia as her home base, she was still doing a bit of travel but fitting in her baking around her day job. Daddy had encouraged her to take the leap into being a home baker full-time and even left her enough money to set her up to do that for a while, but Julie was reluctant to tap into it before moving. 

The front door opened, and Julie looked up from her computer and smiled at the man entering. Dressed in his blue pants and grey polo with the fire logo, Captain Drew Pine strolled in, eyes locking on her. “Hey, Jules,” he said, grabbing a withdrawal slip.

“Hey Drew. What brings you in today?”

“Need to get some cash. Promised to buy some candy bars from Charlie’s daughter for her fundraiser.”

“You know there’s an ATM outside, right? Could have saved you a trip inside.” 

“But then I wouldn’t see you,” he grinned. Lucy, apparently done with the transaction at the window, snorted.

“Well, that’s nice of you,” Julie replied, taking the slip of paper and license he slid across the counter. “How’s everyone at the house been?”

“Good. We got a new rookie who's learning the ropes. Thankfully, his fire skills are better than his cooking ones.”

“That bad?” she chuckled, opening the cash drawer. “You want this any special way?” 

“A twenty, ten, and fives would be great. He’s definitely no you when it comes to his desserts - made some brownies the other night, and Rich nearly broke a tooth.” 

“Is this your subtle way of asking me to bring something by?” Tugging off his baseball cap, he ran a hand through his black hair and chuckled, brown eyes crinkling.

“Am I being that obvious?”

“Just a little.” After counting the cash out for him, Julie propped her chin on her fist and hummed. “I have a huge order I’m working on right now, but I can probably drop something off your next shift.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, Jules. And maybe I can take you to dinner for a thank you?”

“Not necessary,” she replied, pink staining her cheeks. “I just appreciate everything y’all did for my dad.”

“Brian was one of our own,” Drew shrugged. “We miss him, too.” Chewing her inner lip, she nodded, willing herself not to cry. “So about that dinner?”

“Raincheck? I’m swamped right now,” she replied after clearing her throat.

“Those rainchecks are stacking up,” he said, a little less confident this time. 

“I know, I just…business is kind of crazy right now with the holidays.” 

“Right. Well, if you ever need anything, you know how to get in touch with me.” After tapping a finger to his cap, he nodded. “I’ll see you later, Jules. Lucy.”

“Drew,” Lucy replied, collapsing into her chair. When the door closed behind him, she whirled to face Julie. “Put the poor man out of his misery and say yes one of these times.” 

“I’m - ”

“Not dating ‘cause you don’t know when you’re gonna leave,” the other woman cut her off, rolling her eyes. “No one said you have to marry him. Just go out and have fun. Hot, sexy, sweaty fun with the fuckin’ fire captain. And tell your married best friend all about it so I can live vicariously.” 

“I’ll get right on that,” Julie scoffed, turning back to the computer.

“You’d have adorable babies with Drew,” Lucy added under her breath. She chose to ignore that.

Jake lay in his childhood bed, staring up at the ceiling. After Cece left, Mama insisted that he and Shay nap since they’d been traveling since 1:30AM. But, while he was a bit tired, it felt wrong to be trying to sleep when the rest of the family was out doing their chores. 

Heaving a sigh, he got up and stretched, feeling his back crack from being in the uncomfortable twin-sized bed. Shay was staying down the hall in one of the guest bedrooms. When she’d shot Jake a look that clearly said she wasn’t happy with it, he’d shrugged - it was his parent’s house, so they would be playing by their rules. Besides, he wasn’t exactly upset by having some physical space between them. Once they returned to San Diego, they would have to figure out the living situation with a baby on the way. 

Besides his time in the dorms and the few months Cece had been with him in Virginia, Jake hadn’t lived with anyone since moving out. He liked the peace of coming home from work and knowing everything was where he left it. The idea of merging his stuff with Shayla’s was overwhelming - he wasn’t exactly a neat freak, but he liked his space tidy. Her two-bedroom apartment was filled with products to test and cluttered as hell. He hoped that, since they had seven months before the baby came, they would have plenty of time to figure out the logistics of marriage and co-parenting.

After peeking in to see that Shayla was sleeping, Jake went downstairs to the empty house. With a cup of coffee in hand, he slipped on his shoes and stepped onto the back porch. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the familiar scent of home - crisp air and the heavy odor of manure - and listened to the cows mooing. With a glance back at the house, he descended the few steps and made his way to the horse barn.

Soft whinnying met his ears as he pushed back the door and was hit with a rush of warm air. He couldn’t help but grin at his older brother standing outside the last horse stall, leaning against the railing and frowning. But when his eyes turned to meet Jake’s, there was a momentary look of confusion before he pushed away from the stall. “Didn’t Mama send you to bed, squirt?” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Jake replied, striding across the barn and hugging Will. Over his shoulder, he saw his sister-in-law stepping out of the stall and closing it behind her. “Hey, Ally.” 

“Hey, Jakey,” she smirked, gently shoving her husband out of the way and hugging him. “It’s okay to call you that, right? I heard it was on the approved list of names now.” His eye twitched, knowing that the family had already talked about him and Shayla.

“Definitely not. The only exception will be this one,” he added, hovering a hand over her stomach. “I could deal with being Uncle Jakey for him.” 

“I’ll hold you to that,” she grinned, rubbing a hand over her pregnant belly. Turning to her husband, she leaned in to peck his cheek. “Tink’s all good. I’m gonna go get another one of Julie’s cinnamon rolls and then hit the road. I’ve got an appointment at the Perry’s in an hour and need to stop by the house first.”

“The doc said you shouldn’t have too many sweets,” Will frowned, resting a hand on his wife’s stomach. 

“Julie’s don’t count. Besides, your kid is the one making me want it.”

“Cece made those?” Jake asked but was promptly ignored.

“Pretty sure they do. And don’t pretend that I didn’t see her give you another tray of them to take to the house.” Ally scoffed and shook her head. Recognizing his defeat, Will sighed. “Want me to drive you to the Perrys? Now that Jakey’s here, he can help Pops with the milking.” Jake rolled his eyes, then looked away when Ally tilted her head and smiled at her husband.

“I’m good, honey. ‘Sides, you might traumatize the city boy by actually puttin’ him to work. Probably doesn’t even remember how to use the milking machines since he hasn’t been home in six years.”

“Ha, ha,” Jake scoffed, feeling slightly ashamed. “You know I pilot an 80 million dollar jet, right?” 

“Shut up, squirt, I’m talkin’ to my wife here,” Will said, reaching out and shoving his brother. 

“Speaking of!” Ally snapped, turning and pointing a finger at him. “What’s this your mama said about a fiancee?” 

“Yeah, I thought you broke up with her.” The brothers frowned at one another, and Jake’s eyes darted away. 

“Well, things change.” 

“Can’t have changed that much,” Will pressed. “You were pretty set on it when you got home.” A flush crept up Jake’s neck, and he couldn’t help but glance at Ally’s stomach. Catching it, Will scowled. 

“She’s not…”

“We haven’t told anyone.” 

“You stupid son of a - ”

“What?” Ally demanded, glancing between the two men. 

“Seems like Tyler’s gonna have a cousin,” Will said through grit teeth. 

“What?” Jake glanced at his sister-in-law and gave her a weak smile.

“Surprise.” With a polite smile, Ally hugged him. 

“Congrats, Jake. That’s exciting news. You gonna tell Mama and Pops while you’re home?”

“That’s the plan. Wanted them to get to know Shay before telling them, though.”

“Well, good luck with that. I’ve gotta go, or I’ll be late. We’ll talk later, alright?” After sharing a quick kiss and a significant look with her husband, Ally left. Jake scrubbed a hand through his hair as his brother let out a heavy sigh. 

“I guess congratulations are in order. I’m assumin’ that’s why you’re engaged now?” 

“It’s the right thing to do.” After a long silence, the older man sighed again.

“Alright, squirt. We’ll keep your secret, but you gotta tell Mama soon, or she’ll figure it out and be pissed. Ally tried to keep it a secret, and then Mama brought her a baby blanket and said she had a dream she’d need it.” 

Jake shook his head and smirked. His mama and her dreams… she’d told him he’d be a pilot one day and live by the beach. She’d also been the one to tell him that he and Cece would give her grandbabies.

But that had just been wishful thinking for two women who were best friends and pregnant at the same time.  

Julie leaned against her car and closed her eyes as the tank filled. Her hands were cramped from spending three hours piping ganache and assembling macaroons and decorative boxes. The three larger cardboard boxes sat on her backseat, ready for delivery in Amarillo. After taking a couple hours off work, she’d finished the order just in time to jump on the road and make her delivery time.

And, with any luck, she would be home by 10:00PM. She needed to finish some cake pops for the library holiday party, which shouldn’t take too long. With any luck, she could be sliding into bed around 1:00AM. 

A car door closed, and she forced her eyes open to see who had joined her at the gas station. And then had to blink to make sure that she wasn’t imagining those green eyes. 

“Cece.”

“Jake,” she replied, pushing off her car and glancing at the gas pump. Her tank had to be almost full by now. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched him circle his truck and reach into the bed to retrieve two gas canisters. After setting them at his feet, he swiped his credit card and frowned at the machine, one hand planted on his hip. Turning her gaze back to her own pump, she let her eyes glaze over as she watched the numbers tick upward. 

Finally, it popped, startling her out of her daze. She quickly returned the nozzle to the pump and turned to click the gas cap onto her car. She saw Jake watching her out of the corner of her eye and forced herself not to look. He spoke again when she reached for her door handle. “I’m sorry about your dad.” 

Inhaling sharply, she lifted her head to meet his steady gaze. He had that stupid, pitying look she’d gotten so used to over the last year. But for some reason, his hurt more than anyone else’s. “Thanks.”

“I would have come home for the funeral, but - ”

“Your mom told me you were deployed. It’s fine. Thanks for the flowers.” Seeing that arrangement at the funeral home had been a surprise, along with the simple note. 

So sorry for your loss. Your dad was a good man, and he loved you so much. Thinking of you. 

Love, Jake

“Least I could have done. How… how have you been?” 

“Okay,” she shrugged. “It’s… everyone’s been so amazing and kind. Especially your family.” She caught the twitch of his eyebrow and the briefest look of confusion. “They’ve gotta be happy your home. It’s been a long time.”

“Too long,” he agreed. “But it’s not like Magnolia ever changes.”

“I mean, we do have a fancy coffee shop now,” Julie smirked, knowing full well that he was a black coffee drinker, just like his daddy and brother. He rolled his eyes, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “There’s been some change, but you’re right - it’s mainly the same.” 

“You, uh… you planning to move back to Austin, now that…”

“Maybe. Or Dallas. Or maybe out of Texas. How’s California?”

“Great. I think you’d like it.” That startled a laugh out of her.

“I meant for you. Your dad told me you moved out there a couple of years ago.”

“Oh,” Jake said, blushing. “Not bad. I’m stationed in San Diego now, so it feels more like California than Lemoore. And there’s no snow,” he added, glancing up at the grey sky threatening more flurries as the sunset.” At her heavy sigh, he turned back to see her slowly blinking. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just… I need to get on the road.”

“You should have plenty of time to get home before it starts.” 

“I’m headed down to Amarillo, so I’ll drive back in it.” He frowned, taking in the dark circles under her eyes and the tired slump of her shoulders. He’d seen that exact look many times before tucking her into bed. As if on cue, she covered her mouth while yawning and then blinked away tears when opening her eyes wide. 

“You’re stayin’ the night down there?”

“No, just a quick trip.” 

“That’s four hours round trip in good weather.” 

“I know.” 

“Cece… are you okay to drive?” A tired smile crossed her lips.

“I’m fine, Jake. I’ve got my coffee and an audiobook, and I’ll pull over if it gets bad.” The idea of her pulled over on some highway, alone and in the snow, made him anxious. He’d hated it when she would call him from a rest stop to let him know she was pulling over to sleep while driving to see him in flight school. No matter how many times he offered to get her a hotel, she’d always said it wasn’t worth it for a quick cat nap. So Jake had kept this phone in hand and begged her to call as soon as she was back on the road. He felt like he could breathe again after hearing her voice and held her tighter every time she got to him. 

Jake remembered all too clearly the night that he’d woken to his mama crying and taking Cece to the hospital after the accident. How her pops had looked at the funeral as they buried her mama. The way Mr. Ryan screamed at Jake for being reckless and irresponsible when they snuck out one night when they were twelve, and he taught her how to drive the feed truck in the field. When they’d left, his mama had held him and dried his tears, explaining that he was just being protective of his daughter. Unlike the other 15-year-olds, Cece hadn’t gotten her learner’s permit and had to wait until 17. Mr. Ryan only relented after she’d thrown a fit that left her face red and tearstained and made her practice driving at the firehouse. 

They didn’t tell anyone about her taking the wheel on their late-night drives, and Jake wasn’t surprised when she passed her test with flying colors. 

As the first snowflakes started to fall, it was on the tip of his tongue to offer to drive her. But as he opened his mouth to offer, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

Grab me a kombucha while you’re out. I need something other than sweet tea and water.

Gritting his teeth, Jake dismissed the text from Shayla and looked up to see Cece watching him. “Everything okay?”

“Fine. Just Shay wanting something.” Cece took a deep breath at the mention of her name and blew it out, misting white before her. 

“Right. Well, I’ll see you around, Jake.”

“Let me know when you’re home safe?” The request was out of his mouth before his brain caught up. Her hand froze on the door handle, and she glanced at him, something familiar and warm flickering in her eyes before disappearing. 

“I’ll be fine, Jake.” 

“At least tell me you’ve got an emergency kit in there.” When her brows furrowed, he ran a hand through his hair and huffed. “Cece.”

“It’s not that bad of a storm, Jake. I’ll be fine.” 

“Don’t move,” he ordered, stepping away from the gas canisters and circling the back of the truck to lower the gate and climb into the bed. Grabbing a large bag from the toolbox, he jumped down and stalked over to her, holding it out. “Take it. I’ll tell Pops you have it.”

“I - ”

“Take it, or I’ll drive the whole way behind you to make sure you get back safe.” The determined set of his jaw made Julie scowl. She’d seen that look too many times to not take it seriously. Biting the inside of her lip, she reluctantly took it, pointedly ignoring how his warm fingers brushed hers. “Text me when you’re home.” 

“I’d need your number to do that.”

“It hasn’t changed.” The challenge in his gaze made her tip up her chin, and she refused to confirm that she’d kept it all these years. She thought she saw his eyes dart down to her lips for a moment but pushed that thought away. Clearly, she was exhausted and seeing things. 

“Bye, Jacob.” Her clipped tone was one that he’d heard after so many arguments. Nights that she’d slammed a door in his face or hung up, ignoring his attempts to call her back. 

It was the last words she’d said to him before she’d driven out of his life and shattered their future. But at least this time, there was fire behind them instead of resignation.

He opened his mouth to retort when his phone vibrated again. When his hand slipped into his back pocket, Cece pressed her lips together and gave a curt nod, turning on her heel. 

Their eyes met as she pulled away from the pump, and Jake was hit with a wave of deja vu. 

It was close to midnight when Jake crept down the stairs to the kitchen to retrieve his mother’s phone. After unlocking the device - the code was her wedding anniversary, just like every code in the house - he quickly pulled up her contact list. 

Cece hadn’t changed her number. 

Locking it, he pulled his own phone from his pocket and leaned against the counter. His finger hovered over her name but he hesitated before calling. When the screen dimmed, he let the phone fall onto the counter and hung his head, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. 

He was engaged. To another woman. Texting his ex-fiancee when his pregant fiancee was upstairs editing a video wasn’t exactly good husband or father material. Jake knew he needed to buckle down and focus on his relationship with Shayla if he was ever going to make it work. And part of that meant doing exactly what Cece did to him - leaving her in the rearview mirror.

The image of her yawning at the gas station flashed through his mind, quickly replaced with the visceral memory of her falling asleep in his arms. He could still smell the coconut shampoo she used, and feel her cold toes pressed to his shin. It never mattered how warm it was, she was always cold. 

Quickly, he grabbed his phone and typed out a message. 

Did you make it home safe? The message flashed as delivered, and he waited for a response. But the phone locked as he waited, and he pushed off the counter to get a glass of water. 

It wasn’t until he’d kissed Shayla goodnight and crawled into his bed that his phone lit up again.

Pulled over and slept for an hour. Just getting home. Thanks for the blanket.

Jake read the text again. Frustration that she’d even driven alone in the storm, and slept in some random spot on the road, mixed with relief that she was safe. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, and he almost typed out a message telling her how reckless it was to park on the side of the road when it was snowing, but he stopped himself.

Instead, he simply liked the message and turned off his phone. He needed get some sleep - he’d be joining his Pops and Will with their chores in the morning.

In town, Julie pulled out her piping bags and glitter before settling down to get back to work, a fresh pot of coffee brewing. 

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[the-flower-ranchers]

Just saw one of those questions for couples videos and I'd like to hear some of your answers guys!

Who's the funny one?

Who's more romantic?

Who's the most patient, and who starts fights more often?

-🦋

Tango: "Question 1... Oh, Jimmy's definitely the jokester! Even though his jokes aren't always as funny as he thinks."

Jimmy: "Oh what's that? You think my jokes are whimsical and hilarious? Thanks partner!"

Tango: "Yeah, yeah, sure thing buddy."

Scott: "Question 2, who's more romantic? Well-"

Jimmy/Tango, instantly: "Scott."

Scott, stunned for a moment: "Me??"

Tango: "Of course dude! You're always finding little ways to love on us when we're at work, like those flowers you keep tucking into my tail fluff when we kiss <3"

Jimmy: "Oh yeah, Scott's a real charmer~ I about faint everytime he winks at me from across the field, I mean- Phew! I'll be sweat'in even in winter!"

Scott: "Haha, yeah, of course! I'm... I'm glad you see me that way..."

Tango, ears lowering: "Scott?"

*Jimmy puts his hand on Scott's arm with concern*

Scott, voice cracking but trying to act casual: "I'm fine. I'm fine..." *sighs deeply* "I love you both, you know that... right?"

Tango, crawling over Jimmy to be closer to Scott: "Oh, hon! Of course we do!"

Jimmy: "I love you Scott, I- Oh, Scott, darling!" *worriedly searches Scott's face while cupping his neck softly* "You're the best thing that's happened to this Ranch, okay?"

Scott, nodding continously: "Okay- I know. I know..."

Tango, nuzzling his head into Scott's chest: "You're okay, Hon. We got you."

Jimmy, quietly setting the ask letters aside: "We can answer the rest of these tomorrow. Let's just get you settled on the couch, and you can pick out a movie for tonight."

Scott, looking up worriedly: "You don't have to do that- I'm really okay-"

Tango, throwing his fuzzy blanket over Scott's shoulders: "We want to. We wanna treat our sweetheart right <3"

Scott, feeling warmth overtake his guilt and worry: "Thank you, buggie. I... I really... love you guys. I love you so much."

(Ooc: Our boy Scott "Abandonment/self worth issues" Smajor is going through it rn :< Thankfully he's got his amazing boyfriends by his side <3 They'll be freshened up and back to answering asks tomorrow :)