#but this was a delightful little moment thanks for showing me

[geotjwrs]

Tall Male!R (preferably around 6'6"/198cm or more) playfully teasing Jenna Ortega for being short ;P

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Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Jenna and Y/N sat side by side on the plush couch, facing a lively audience and the charismatic talk show host, Emily. The interview had been going well, with both stars sharing insights about their latest project. The chemistry between them was palpable, drawing smiles and laughs from everyone present.

Emily leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, Jenna, Y/N, you two have become quite the talk of the town—not just for your amazing performances, but also for your adorable relationship. How do you manage to keep things light and fun on set?"

Jenna exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Y/N. "Well," she started, a playful grin spreading across her face, "it helps that we don't take ourselves too seriously. Especially when someone here," she nudged Y/N with her elbow, "loves to tease me about my height."

Y/N chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the studio. "What can I say? When you're 6'6" and your girlfriend is just over 5'1", it's hard to resist."

The audience laughed, and Emily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do tell, Y/N. How do you go about teasing her?"

Y/N leaned back, his smile widening. "Oh, it's all in good fun. Like the other day, Jenna was trying to reach something on the top shelf in the kitchen. I offered to help, but she was determined to get it herself."

Jenna chimed in, rolling her eyes but smiling. "I was almost there, and then he comes up behind me, pretending to use me as an armrest. I was like, 'Really? Right now?'"

Emily laughed along with the audience. "That must make for some interesting moments."

"Oh, definitely," Jenna agreed. "But it's not just him. I get my fair share of teasing in, too."

Y/N nodded, mock-serious. "She's got a wicked sense of humor. Like, she'll hide my stuff where only she can find it. I once spent an hour looking for my phone, only to find it in one of her tiny shoes."

The audience erupted in laughter, and Jenna grinned proudly. "Hey, you have to get creative when you're the short one."

Emily's eyes sparkled with amusement. "It sounds like you two balance each other out perfectly. Any more funny stories?"

Jenna thought for a moment. "Oh, there was this one time we were filming a scene, and Y/N had to pick me up. He lifted me so high that I almost bumped my head on one of the stage lights. The director had to remind him to keep it grounded."

Y/N shrugged, laughing. "What can I say? I forget my own strength sometimes."

Emily leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Okay, but seriously, what's the sweetest thing about being with each other, despite the height difference?"

Y/N's expression softened as he looked at Jenna. "Honestly, it's the little things. Like when Jenna stands on her tiptoes to kiss me, or when she snuggles into me perfectly because of our height difference. It's those moments that make it special."

Jenna's eyes glistened as she smiled up at him. "And for me, it's feeling protected and cherished. Plus, I get to have the best hugs."

Emily sighed dramatically, her hand over her heart. "You two are just too sweet. Any plans for future projects together?"

Y/N nodded. "We're looking at a couple of scripts. We really enjoy working together, so we're hoping to find something that lets us continue doing that."

"Well, we can't wait to see what you two do next," Emily said, beaming. "Thank you so much for joining us today and sharing your delightful stories."

As the interview wrapped up, Jenna and Y/N stood, their height difference once again evident as Y/N helped Jenna down from the couch. The audience applauded, clearly charmed by the couple's dynamic.

Walking off stage, Jenna glanced up at Y/N, her eyes twinkling. "You know, I think we aced that."

Y/N grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Of course we did. We're a perfect team."

Backstage, the couple found a quiet corner to relax. Jenna nestled comfortably under Y/N's arm, feeling the comforting weight of his presence. Their public appearances were always fun, but it was these quiet moments together that Jenna cherished the most.

"You know," Y/N said, breaking the silence, "one of my favorite things about these interviews is how they always make us reflect on all the fun we have."

Jenna nodded, smiling. "Yeah, and it's nice to share those moments with everyone. Plus, it gives us a chance to tease each other publicly."

Y/N laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "True. And speaking of teasing, remember when you tried to scare me on set by hiding behind a door? I heard you giggling before you even jumped out."

Jenna burst into laughter. "I couldn't help it! Your reactions are just too funny."

Y/N shook his head, smiling fondly. "Well, you definitely keep me on my toes."

Just then, a production assistant approached them. "Great interview, you two. There's a press conference in an hour, and then you're free for the rest of the day."

"Thanks," Jenna said, glancing up at Y/N. "You ready for round two?"

"Always," Y/N replied, giving her a quick squeeze. "But after that, how about we grab some lunch? I'm thinking of a place with chairs that don't make me feel like I'm sitting in kindergarten."

Jenna laughed. "Sounds perfect. And maybe a place where I don't have to ask for a booster seat."

Y/N chuckled, standing up and offering his hand to Jenna. "Deal. Let's get through this press conference, then it's lunch date time."

As they walked hand in hand towards the next part of their day, Jenna felt a warm glow in her heart. Despite the public scrutiny and their busy schedules, she knew they always made time for each other, balancing their playful teasing with deep affection. And as long as they had that, she knew they could handle anything together.

[milliesfishes]

Inscrutable (Impossible Part Two)

[fem reader] contains: war, rivalry, pregnancy angst, difficult childbirth, death, sexual themes. summary: you and billy navigate your relationship in the face of the lincoln county war pairing: billy the kid x fem reader author’s note: since the show isn't over yet, I had to take liberties with the ending, but tbh prolly would have done so anyways. enjoy and I apologize in advance. this was a labor of love, and I'm very proud of this story <3 Pinterest Board

You had never before known bliss.

But lying here, bare and soft in the afterglow of lovemaking, you found it over and over. Billy was half lying on you, his face in your shoulder, panting with his right hand knotted with yours. Your other hand lazily came up to rest on the back of his head, elbow bent, fingers dragging through his hair once.

He lifted his head after a moment, a sleepy smile on his face. "How ya feelin' Daisy?"

"Mm," you sighed, your eyes half closed. "Really good."

"Really good, huh?" he propped his chin on your shoulder.

"Really, really good," you affirmed, and he nudged his nose against you.

Billy gazed at you, the glow from the morning light through your window settling on him. He lifted himself up to hover over you, leaning on his forearms and just looking at you. By now you were used to this; he did it often after sex.

His bright blue eyes drank you in, your smooth skin, your wonderfully messy hair, the haze that had settled over your face. He ducked down to kiss your nose lightly. "So pretty." Another kiss, but this time to the space between your eyes. "Prettiest girl in the west."

You smiled as you always did at his affections but lifted your head impatiently. "Pretty sure I look the same every time."

"Mm, gotta make sure just in case," Billy teased, kissing your cheek, then your jaw. "Sides, even if ya do, you're pretty enough to look at over-" he kissed your neck. "-'n over-" he bit at the spot playfully and you squealed. "-'n over again."

You wiggled a bit under him, looking up at him sleepily. "I wanna cuddle."

"Cuddlebug," he smiled, resting his chin between your breasts. "Let me look atcha just a little more Daisy?"

He was giving you puppy dog eyes and you giggled, unable to say no. Especially when he was so handsome, bare and smooth against your own bare and smooth body. "We're gonna be cuddling for a million hours after."

"A million it is," he grinned, pressing little kisses to your chest, nosing under your breast and kissing you there too. "Mm, dunno how 'm s'posed to ever leave ya."

"Good thing it's your day off," you smiled, and he nodded, lifting his head just slightly.

"Thank goodness for that." Billy was kissing your tummy now, his lips parted and leaving little wet patches on your skin. You squealed in delight as his kisses got lower and lower until he was right between your legs.

"Mmph, Billy," you protested lightly, sitting up on your elbows. "Wanna cuddle."

He gave you a chaste little kiss below your belly button. "Lemme take care of ya one time and then we can cuddle Daisy." You mulled it over, them nodded, bending your knees a bit and spreading them a bit so he had better access.

Nipping at your inner thigh, he looked up at you like he always did, checking in. "'Kay?"

You nodded, your hand falling into his hair and tugging lightly. "You're going so slow."

"Can ya blame me for wantin' to take m' time with m' angel?" Billy gave twin kisses to both your thighs. "Last night..."

"Fast," you mused, eyes hazing over dreamily.

He laughed, squeezing your legs and throwing one over his shoulder. "'xactly baby. Fast. Wanna go slow 'n make it good for you, sweet."

"Last night was good for me," you insisted, and he grinned, resting his chin on your tummy.

"'m glad. This mornin's gonna be good for ya too," he nosed a kiss into your belly button, making you giggle.

"Okay, okay," you smiled, leaning back against the pillows and closing your eyes, one arm flung lazily above your head and the other in his hair.

Billy wrapped his arms around your thighs because he knew you'd wiggle around. "Atta girl. Gimme a-"

"Hey little, can ya-" Joe's voice got louder as he approached, opening the door wide. The second he saw the scene, he jumped back, closing his eyes. "The hell?"

Billy flung his body up and over yours to cover it from view, ignoring the fact that his entire behind was on display. "Ever knock Joe?"

Your brother seemed traumatized by what he'd seen, and he, with one hand over his eyes, blindly reached for the door handle, shutting it firmly.

Waiting until his footsteps were heard going down the stairs, Billy sunk his head into your neck and laughed, low and deep. You couldn't help but join in, tilting your head back, your arms over his shoulders. "Poor Joe."

"Ya'd think he'd know to knock by now," Billy said, muffled into your skin. "What is this, the fifth time he's caught us?"

"We've never been completely naked before though," you got out, flinging an arm over your eyes briefly. "I can't believe my brother saw me like this."

"I'm not thrilled 'bout it either," Billy mumbled, lifting his head. "Only I'm s'posed to see ya like this."

"Seeing as it's Joe I don't think it'll happen again, don't you worry," you smiled, tracing a hand over his shoulder. "Maybe this will be the incident to get him to watch where he walks."

Billy laughed lightly, kissing your collarbone. "Always makin' things happier ain'tcha Daisy?"

You sat up with a sheepish smile, and he sat up, pulling you to sit on his thighs, holding you lightly by your own. "I should probably go downstairs so he doesn't think we're doing anything."

"Mm, but we are doing things," Billy mumbled, his eyes roving over your bare body, thumbs stroking your hip bones. He laid down against the mattress, eyes glued to you.

Smiling a bit, you leaned down to kiss him softly, your hair falling over him like a curtain. "I'll just see to the garden for a moment and then we can go right back to this." You sat up again and he grinned, fingers of one hand sliding between the crease where your thigh was pressed against your calf. "You still owe me cuddles."

"We can't just cuddle right now?" Billy wondered, bending his knees, the action making your bottom slide down so you were seated upright on his stomach, back resting against his legs.

"We'll wait until Joe goes into town," you said, now holding his hands in both of yours. "I don't want to make him more uncomfortable."

Billy heaved a dramatic sigh, but he nodded, bringing one of your hands to his mouth to kiss. "Alright sweet. Whatever ya say." You knew that even though he wanted to hold you, his friendship with Joe was too important to him to ignore how he was feeling.

You got off of Billy, redressing in what you'd worn last night. He sat on the edge of the bed, bringing you to sit in his lap so he could lace up your half stay. Kissing your shoulder when he was done, he laid back in bed, pulling the sheet partly over himself as he lazily watched you put your dress on, tying the little bow at the front. "Pretty," he called, smiling when you came over to sit by him again.

Smiling sweetly, you leaned down and kissed his forehead, lingering there for a moment. He grasped your hand in his, unable to stop holding onto you for even a moment when he was able.

There was a knock at the door and you looked back. Joe's voice was muffled through the wood. "Can I come in?"

"We're decent," you called, and Billy chuckled. Joe entered cautiously, stopping at one step through the threshold.

"Can I talk to Billy for a minute?" he asked, looking at you, and you nodded.

"I was just about to go into the garden for a little bit anyways." You stood, squeezing Billy's hand before letting go and leaving. "Don't be too long!"

As you left the room, you could hear both Billy's laugh and Joe saying, "Would ya put some pants on?"

Hand grasped in yours, Billy was leading you through the woods, his expression eager. He was wearing that blue striped shirt you loved so much, and you could hardly take his eyes off him he looked so good.

When he'd come to you today, you could tell he'd taken a bath, maybe even shaved a little although there was a little bit of scruff still left, just the way you liked it. His hair looked soft and fluffy like it always did after he washed it. You longed to run your fingers through it, but waited, knowing you'd likely get the chance once you got wherever you were going.

Billy pushed aside a branch, and you saw a lake, blue and clear with trees lining the edges. There was a little dock on your side, and he confidently pulled you over to it, close to the end. The sky was cloudless, and it was nice and warm. You were glad you'd worn something pretty to match the view. A blue dress- one of your favorites.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Billy rested his chin on top of your head, taking it all in for a moment. There were no words between you two, just the magnificence of the open space.

"I didn't know there was a lake near here," you finally murmured, the side of your face resting on his chest.

"Found out 'bout it from some 'f the boys who like to fish here," Billy explained, still holding you close. "Thought it might remind ya of when we used to swim back when."

You giggled, remembering. "Joe and you would always throw me in."

"Ya made it real easy," Billy teased, kissing the side of your head.

Shaking your head good-naturedly, you leaned against him, looking out again. "It's so beautiful."

"Is," Billy agreed, pulling back and looking at you, his eyes soft, that look he always seemed to have around you.

Then he separated himself fully, only holding onto your hands and looking over you with a peculiar expression on his face.

"What is it?" you tilted your head, smiling in confusion.

Billy swallowed once, seeming nervous. "Daisy..."

"Billy?" you were a little worried now.

"I've loved ya a long time, Daisy," he said, squeezing your hands. "You're the sweetest, kindest, prettiest girl I'll ever meet. I always wanna protect ya...I always wanna have ya near."

You smiled, touched by his words but still wary of what he was leading up to.

"I know we ain't been together in this way for a while, but I spent so much time pining over ya I feel like it's been forever," he smiled. "You're the best thing in my life. I never wanna let go of ya."

Billy let go of one of your hands, fumbling in his pocket for something. When he found it and pulled it out, your eyes went wide as saucers. A little golden ring.

You gasped and stepped back in surprise, forgetting you were at the edge of the dock. In one moment you were upright. The next you were hitting the water with a splash.

Muffled from underwater, you heard Billy shout something. You heard him jump into the water, and he dragged you up to the surface, his arms around your waist holding you up. Once your head was above water, you gasped for air, coughing a bit.

“You okay, sweetheart? Talk to me!” Billy demanded anxiously, his arms tight around you. His hair was sticking to his forehead in little curls, and his shirt was completely soaked through as he treaded water, holding you both up.

The soaked state of you was the furthest thing from your mind. “You want to marry me?”

Billy stared at you. “Baby ya just fell in- “

“I’m okay,” you interrupted, grasping his arms. “Billy…” you looked into his bright blue eyes, searching them intently. “You want to marry me?”

He gave a little laugh, squeezing his hands at your sides. “Yeah. Yeah, Daisy I wanna marry ya.”

A smile spread over your face and you threw your arms around his neck, sending him toppling back underwater. Your lips found his, kissing him excitedly.

“Mmph!” Billy spluttered, bringing the two of you back up. He laughed against your lips, his hand coming to the back of your head. “Is that a yes, then?”

“Yes!” you squealed, burying your face in his neck. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Billy grabbed your chin and brought his lips to yours, the kiss full of joy and pure love. You hugged him tightly, nudging your nose against his. “I love you.”

He sealed your words with another kiss. “I love ya too, Daisy.”

Billy suddenly lifted his head. “Shit, the ring-“

“Oh!” He must have dropped it when he dove in to get you. You swam up to the dock, and the both of you propped your elbows up on the wood, searching for the little gold ring.

He spotted it, reaching over to grasp it and leaving a trail of water from his arm spattered over the grainy surface. “Aha!” Then, turning his attention to you, he reached for your hand resting on the wood and slid the ring on, the smile not leaving his face the entire time.

You held your hand up, admiring the way it looked on your finger. Your own smile was uncontainable. “It’s beautiful, Billy.”

“Was my mama’s,” he explained, and you looked up at him tenderly. “Carried it with me all these years.”

You looked at him sweetly, throwing your arms back around him and sending the both of you tumbling back in with a splash. He laughed as you kissed him, holding you close and thumbing the side of your cheek.

Billy eventually hauled you out of the water, and the two of you rested on your backs in the sun to dry off. He held your hand, leaning on his side and keeping his eyes on you.

“My love,” he breathed, kissing your nose. “My Daisy.”

The wedding came and went. It was a decidedly joyous affair, and you enjoyed every second of it.

Truthfully it was all a blur- you saw Billy's face at the alter with you, but not much else. He looked the happiest you'd ever seen him in that moment. As if his sole purpose in life had been to marry you and now it was coming to fruition.

The wedding night however, you remembered every minute of.

Joe had decided that after the wedding he'd move out of the house and into the nearby camp the Seven Rivers gang was staying at. You'd balked a bit at that, saying he didn't have to, but he'd insisted.

"I like livin' with the boys," he said, grinning. "'Sides, I don't wanna hafta listen to you 'n Billy goin' at it all times 'f the day."

That'd made you blush, and he'd laughed. "You'll be a married couple, little. 'S fine. We'll see each other all the time 'nd I'll be workin' with Billy. Just the same but we all live with different people."

You'd smiled at that. And to his credit, he'd been right.

It was ecstasy, living that way with Billy on the ranch, all by yourselves. You were bookkeeping just like you had before the fire, and he would do little things around to help out the ranch hands every now and then.

For a long while, everything was just short of perfect. You loved your life more than you ever thought you would. Waking up every morning in Billy's arms, managing the ranch...it was heaven.

Sometimes when you were supposed to be working, you found yourself reminiscing about what you'd done the day before or daydreaming about being with him when he got home. It all felt like something you'd only imagined, not real life.

Billy was slowly moving up higher in the gang ranks, as the man they were working for- Major Murphy- had taken a particular interest in him. You'd only met him a few times, but you knew he was powerful, and he paid Billy well.

Your husband grew a little more uneasy as he got closer to the top, but he didn't complain much. Only on late nights when the two of you were cozied in each other's arms would he confess that he didn't like that the work he was doing had become less and less honest.

Still, because he was loyal to the gang, Billy kept at it. It only endeared him to you more. You were happily, blissfully in love with him, more and more every day.

One day, he came home and immediately put his arms around you, stroking your back and pressing a gentle hand to your lower belly. "How you doin' baby?"

You looked up at him, confused. "I'm alright...is something wrong?"

He pulled back a bit, looking down at you, a little confused. "You're feelin' good?"

Nodding slowly, you searched his eyes. He tilted his head, taking his hat off. "You ain't on your monthly?"

You shook your head.

"Huh." Billy scratched his head, keeping one arm around you. "Thought it was the second week 'f the month."

Thinking back, you realized he was right. Your monthly did usually come on this week. But your bleeding had always been fairly irregular. You didn't pay it much more thought because now he was picking you up and spinning you around and asking about your day.

That was the first strange thing.

The next occurred when you came outside after working with the books for hours, stretching and sighing as you got some fresh air on the porch. You saw Billy out mending a fence, and you leaned against the railing of the porch steps to admire the view.

He spotted you and ran right up, unbuttoning his shirt as he did. It was a hot day, and he was sweating...a lot. It only made your heart beat faster for him.

"Hiya Daisy," he greeted, pulling you in for a nice long kiss. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and you slid your fingers between, feeling his warm, slick skin. "How's m' girl?"

"Good," you murmured happily against his lips, tugging at his shirt.

He grinned through the kisses, his big hands sliding two directions. One went to your cheek, the other to your breast, palming it and telling you exactly what he wanted.

But the sudden sensitivity there had your hand flying up. Billy frowned, pulling back. "Whatsa matter Daisy?"

You were covering his hand over your breast, stiffened. "I'm...just a little sore there...is all."

Billy rubbed his hand slightly over your breast, brow furrowed. "Everythin' alright?"

You nodded slowly, then turned back to him, smiling. "Yeah. Yeah, it's okay." He pressed a little concerned kiss to the corner of your mouth, then continued what he'd been doing before, his hand moving to your waist instead.

That was the second strange thing.

Then, there was a day when you and Billy were out for a ride, laughing and talking as you always did. Usually on those days you'd spend hours on horseback, but after a single hour you felt exhausted.

Of course, Billy noticed, pulling the reins on his horse when he saw you slowing down. "Daisy?"

You nodded tiredly, still trying to keep up. "Mhm?"

He came over to you, his horse facing the opposite direction as yours. "You feelin' alright darlin'?"

"Yeah," you tried to smile, pretend nothing was amiss. You desperately wanted to ride; you hadn't been able to in so long. Not with him being so busy and you in the like. "Yeah I'm fine. C'mon."

Billy gave you a look. "You're tired."

"I'm good," you were trying to convince yourself too. "I wanna keep going."

"Daisy you're gonna wear yourself out," Billy shook his head, reaching for your face and studying you. "Let's go back. You've been so tired lately."

And you realized then: you had. All the way home, you went over the odd symptoms you'd been having. Exhaustion, no bleeding, sore breasts...

It hit you like a lightning strike.

You looked over at Billy, riding contently beside you. He didn't seem suspicious of anything, just concerned that you weren't feeling your best.

Looking back ahead of you, you swallowed. Best go see the doctor to make sure. Before telling anybody.

The next day, after doing so you found yourself in a state of shock.

As you'd ridden home from your visit, you'd barely focused on where you were going, grateful your horse didn't need much guidance to get back.

Hands shaking, eyes wet, breath unsteady.

Before you knew it you were up in your favorite tree on the ranch, frozen stiff and staring into the leaves. It was a place of refuge in a way. All you could hear was the echoed confirmation of the doctor. And all you could think about was how everything would change now. The life you'd gotten used to, the life you had worked so hard to make constant. Just when you were content it was upheaved again.

When you heard Billy's voice calling your name it startled you. You didn't know how long you'd been up here, but you knew it certainly wasn't so long that it was now the time he usually came home.

Eyes wide with surprise, you grabbed hold of the branch beside you, steadying yourself. It wouldn't be long before he found you, and you needed to compose yourself fast.

As expected, his head popped up from the branches and he smiled when he saw you. "Knew ya'd be up here Daisy."

You forced a smile. "You're home so early."

He grinned, climbing up so he could bend over and kiss you. "Missed my wife. Wasn't much to do today so I thought I'd come surprise ya."

Nodding, you moved over on the branch so he could sit, wrapping his arms around you. "How's m' girl? Hm? Ya doin' alright?"

"Yes," you blurted out, and he gave you a funny look.

"Glad to hear it, sweetheart," he said, his hand absentmindedly stroking up and down your arm. "Anythin'...anythin' happen today I should know about?"

"Why, did you hear something?" you looked up at him, eyes wide.

Billy chuckled and tilted his head. "No...just makin' conversation baby." But now he studied you inquisitively. "Ya sure everything's good?"

For a moment you stared at him, your secret weighing in on you. You wanted to tell him, you did. But the shock of it had rendered you useless for any logic. Slowly, you nodded. "Yes."

He chucked you gently under the chin. "Yeah?"

"Yes," your tone was becoming less convincing by the minute.

Bringing his hand underneath your chin and looking you in the eye, Billy gave you a look. "Daisy?"

You shook your head, avoiding his gaze and starting to climb down from the tree. "I'm alright," you called up, jumping to the ground. Billy followed you, scratching the back of his head.

"Sweetheart, did somethin' happen?" Billy asked, following you down the hill into the meadow. "Ya seem..."

"Seem what?" you turned around suddenly, eyes wide.

He stopped in his tracks in front of you. "Is this about everythin' with Murphy? I know it's been tough and I've been workin' long hours, but I promise I-"

"No," you shook your head reassuringly. "No, it's not that."

"Did I do somethin'?" Billy questioned, taking your hand

"It's nothing you did-" you cut yourself off, thinking about it. "Well..."

"How can I fix it?" he asked immediately, his other hand finding yours. He pulled you into him, your stomachs pressed together with a secret between them. "Tell me what to do Daisy."

"It's not...really...a fix...able thing," you said slowly, drawing out the word fixable.

"C'mon baby I-"

"I'm pregnant!" you burst out, your heart pounding.

Billy paused, and you watched the news wash over him. He searched your eyes, as if looking for confirmation. You nodded ever so slightly and he took a tiny step back, looking down at your flat tummy.

After a second, his face broke into a smile, and he settled his hands over your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, your legs wrapping around his middle to steady yourself. His gun belt pressed into your bottom, and he secured one arm around you as he brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently. "My love." Billy wrapped his other arm around your waist and held you to him, peering at you from under this hat. "Are you sure?"

"I went to see the doctor today," you said softly, knocking his brim up so you could look at him properly.

Billy grinned when you moved his hat but faltered when he saw your expression. "Hey. Daisy whatsa matter?"

You just folded your arms around his neck and rested your face there silently. Eyes closed, you tried your hand at hiding, but he'd always been able to see through you.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, hugging you tight to him. "My angel." His words were soft and sweet, knowing you needed him right then. Billy drew your chin up to look at him. "We're gonna go back to the house, yeah? We're gonna have kisses 'n cuddles. Doctor's orders."

"What doctor?" you asked softly.

"Doesn't matter," he pressed his forehead to yours. Then he remedied, "A very good doctor."

You closed your eyes and smiled, leaning against him. "I'm sure."

Billy rocked you back and forth a little bit. "There ya go, sweetheart." You started to try and get down, but he merely shifted you into a bridal carry. As he walked you back to the house, he said, "We're gonna relax cause we both work too hard, 'specially you, and just know-" he kissed your forehead. "Everythin's gonna be okay. No matter what."

When he was saying it this way, you couldn't help but believe him. Billy took you home and had you under the covers in his arms in no time. You were nestled between his legs, your bottom in the cradle of his thighs. His hands were loosely resting on your stomach, absentmindedly stroking up and down. He was pressing a flurry of kisses to wherever he could reach. Your cheek, your neck, your shoulder. With each soft kiss, you felt your body melting against his.

"There ya go, Daisy," he said against your neck. "There's my girl."

Billy brought his arms up to rest on your collarbone, his head leaning against yours. You sighed softly, your mind weary.

"How d'ya wanna go 'bout this?" he asked quietly. "I know this is a big thing. Maybe the biggest thing."

"It's not that I don't want a baby," you whispered, and he nodded. "I love you. I knew this would happen eventually but..." you closed your eyes. "I'm scared. It's just so unexpected."

"It is," he nodded, squeezing you once, his nose squished against your cheek.

"But..." you took in a deep breath. "I love you. And we'll more than make it work. We're having a baby..." your hand fell to your stomach, rubbing it softly.

"We're havin' a baby," he kissed your cheek and covered your hand with his.

His gentle words and reassurance warmed you from the inside out, and you nearly felt like you were glowing. Turning to face him, you pressed your lips softly against his. "You gave me this," you held his hand to your stomach. "This life we've built...I've never been happier. I never thought I would be this happy."

"My Daisy," he murmured, stroking your cheek. "I'd give ya the world if I could." Billy rested his hands on both sides of your face. "And I'd do anything to protect what we have."

"Daisy?"

You perked up when you heard Billy's voice, abandoning your mending and standing when he entered the room. "Billy?"

He came through the door, grabbing you around the waist and dipping you into a kiss. "How's my beautiful wife?" he asked as you giggled.

"I'm good," you smiled, looking up at him adoringly. "I wasn't expecting you until later."

Billy thumbed the side of your face. "We were let off early today." He lifted you, rubbing his hand on your midsection. "How's baby?"

"Good as far as I can tell," you leaned up to kiss him again. "She misses her daddy."

"Ah, I know mama's been missin' daddy too," Billy nosed a kiss into your hair. "Feel like it's been forever since I got to really talk to ya."

"You've been working so hard," you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck and nudging your nose against his. "Wake up before I do, come back before I'm asleep..."

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he muttered into your hair, rocking the two of you back and forth. "I'm sorry I haven't been around. Murphy's got us workin' long hours." He kissed your forehead. "Keepin' me away from my girl...while you're growin' baby at home..."

"It's okay," you pressed your lips to his cheek. "You work so hard for us. We love you very much for it."

He smiled wearily, catching your lips in a brief kiss. "Daisy you're an angel. Best of wives..." Billy rubbed your tummy, feeling the slight swell of it. "Y'know, the reason we got off early is cause there's a party tonight Murphy wants all of us to go to," he brought his hand to your cheek. "Now, if ya don't wanna go I'll skip it and stay home with you but-"

"I wanna go!" you said excitedly, bouncing on your heels and squeezing his hands. "It's been so long since I've done anything like that and I haven't seen anyone in weeks-!"

"Woah, woah, slow down darlin'," Billy laughed, squeezing you as you jumped into his arms. "Don't get baby all worked up. 'm glad you're excited though sweetheart."

You kissed his cheek excitedly and went upstairs to find a dress to wear, leaving Billy chuckling to himself in the kitchen.

That night on Billy's arm, you were elated and energetic, greeting each of the members of the gang with enthusiasm. You practically tackled Joe when you hugged him, which he found funny. But you couldn't help it- it had been weeks since you'd seen any of the gang between their hard work and your pregnancy.

Though you were excited, you did not fail to notice how on-edge Billy seemed to be. He was slightly stiff, making sure not to let go of you for even a second. When you asked him about it, holding onto his arm lovingly, he merely patted your arm. "Just worryin' Daisy. Nothin' to fret about."

You frowned up at him. "About-"

Suddenly an older gentleman cut in, whispering something to Billy, who kissed your temple and excused himself, stepping to the side. You watched him concernedly, and Joe came up beside you. "Everythin' okay?"

"I don't know," you watched Billy talked to the man. "Joe... what exactly is Billy to Murphy?"

Joe shrugged, following your eyes to your husband. "The old man likes havin' a famous outlaw on his side. Dunno if Billy likes the jobs we get sent on."

"Why not?" you looked up at your brother. Billy had never mentioned anything like that to you before.

He sighed, looking down and then back up at you. "To be honest I ain't that big of a fan of it either. Murphy's havin' issues with several farmers in the area. He's demandin' they get off their land...it's messy stuff little."

Your brow furrowed and you looked back at Billy. "And he...?"

"He translates for us since a lotta' them only speak Spanish," Joe said. "I do some too, but not at all as good as him. It's gettin' bad. Jesse's aboutta get ruthless with 'em, and that ain't Billy's style at all."

The farmers...Mexican farmers...you knew Billy's sense of justice was heightened when it came to the Hispanic people in the area, since they were nearly always treated unfairly. That explained why he was so on edge- it must have been uncomfortable to be in the same room as people who stood for what he was against.

"Why wouldn't he tell me?" you breathed, your eyes not straying from your husband.

"Probably doesn't wanna worry ya," Joe said wearily. "Wants to provide for his girl...'specially since you're in a family way."

This information washed over you and you turned back to him. "Why do you stay? If you don't like it?"

"Murphy pays good money," Joe half smiled. "He's gotta be the only one around who's gonna hire a bunch of outlaws."

You nodded, understanding instantly, but still upset at the prospect of what they were doing. "Those poor farmers..."

"Yeah, it's not lookin' good," Joe said distractedly, looking up. "Hey, Billy's headin' off."

Instantly you looked up, watching him walk over to an open area. Someone shouted something, and people began to gather around him. Confused, you grabbed Joe's hand and pulled him over, pushing through the crowd to the front to see what was going on.

Billy was loading a gun that had been sitting on a table to the left of him. You were about to walk over and ask what he was doing, but Joe put his arm in front of you, shaking his head. "Look." He nodded at the scene in front of Billy, consisting of targets.

Your blood went cold as you put the pieces together. Oh no.

Your husband aimed and began to shoot, hitting every target with exact precision. He finished with the pistol and picked up a rifle, once again leaving no target unchecked. When he was done, the nearby shed was on fire and all the bottles had bullets in them.

All through the demonstration, the people around you made impressed noises, but you stood still in horror. You knew him, and you knew more than anything that he didn't like being put on display. His 'Billy the Kid' persona was the exact opposite of the way he wanted to be viewed. You wondered how he'd even been convinced to do this.

Dropping the rifle back on the table, Billy pushed through the crowd, and you watched him go. Looking back at Joe with wide eyes, you whispered, "What the hell was that?"

His expression was grim. "You asked what Billy is to Murphy, little. That was it."

You squeezed Joe's hand, then went to find Billy, searching the room for him. When he was nowhere to be found, you opened the door to the back porch. There he stood, leaning against the railing and looking at the sky.

Shutting the door on the party, you went to him, standing close. Your words were quiet. "I'm sorry you had to do that."

He shook his head, taking his hat off and looking back at you. "'m sorry you had to see it."

You went to him, taking his face in your hands and shaking your head, immediately knowing what he was thinking. "Billy...Billy look at me."

Meeting his eyes, you could see the dead weight in them, and you shook your head some more, kissing his cheek, then his other one. "You're not what they say you are."

"Seems like I am," he said quietly, and you pressed your forehead to his. "Havin' me put on a fuckin' show..."

"I know," you breathed, kissing his nose. "I know it feels that way. But you're not. You've never been."

"I've killed, Daisy," he whispered, taking your hands in his and removing them from his face. "I ain't a good man...I ain't..."

"Billy," you held one of his hands to your heartbeat, setting your other one on his. Your eyes pleaded with him to snap out of it. He took in deep breaths as he looked at you.

"I don't deserve ya, baby," he said softly, and you squeezed his hand.

"Don't say that," you breathed, squeezing again. "Please Billy..."

He hung his head. "Daisy..."

"C'mon," you tugged on his hand. "C'mon, let's get outta here."

Your husband was quiet the whole way home. It was only once the two of you were up in the bedroom that he said anything.

"I didn't think that was gonna happen," Billy murmured, hanging his head.

You removed his hat, setting it on the dresser, and sat down with him on the bed, taking his hands in yours. When he wouldn't look up at you, you brought your hands to his face, feeling his scratchy stubble underneath your fingers and turning his head.

"You aren't a bad man," you said quietly, moving closer to him, looking him straight in the eyes. "What you've atoned for doesn't define you."

"I've done such horrible things Daisy," he lifted his hands to your wrists. "I don't deserve any of this...not one bit of it..."

"Please don't say that," you whispered, nudging your nose against his. You kissed his forehead softly, smoothing his hair. "My love..."

"I've never deserved ya Daisy," he sniffed, looking down. "You're too good...sweetest girl in the whole world..."

"Oh-" you wrapped your arms around him, bringing him to lie down with you, so the two of you were lying facing each other on the bed. You took one of his hands so it was resting between the two of you, fingers intertwining. "Billy. I love you. And-" you put his hand on your belly, which was swelling slightly with new life. "And baby loves you. We know you're a good man. The best of men."

"Daisy," he rubbed your belly slightly. "You're good...you always were good..."

"And so are you," you insisted, your hand covering his. "Would a bad man be laying here with me? Would a bad man kiss me so soft or love me like you do? A bad man would've up and left the second he found out I was having his child. But you didn't 'cause you're a good man."

Your words washed over Billy, and he just looked at you for a moment. Then he brought your hand to his lips, kissing it for a long time.

Reaching for him, you pulled him into you, and he rested his head right beside your chest, burrowing into it a little. One of his hands remained on your belly, and he rubbed up and down, the motion soothing to the both of you.

You kissed the top of his head again, your hand trailing up and down his back. Quiet for a moment, you considered your words before you said them.

"Joe told me a little about Murphy," you said quietly, and Billy lifted his head.

"What about?" he asked, stroking your belly as he sat up, looking down at you.

"He told me about the farmers," you said, and Billy sighed, shaking his head.

"Don't want ya to worry 'bout that," he muttered, kissing your belly and smoothing his hand over it. "You just needa focus on growin' baby."

"I am worried," you sat up, reaching for him and sniffling. "Billy...I hate that you have to stay with that awful man and do what he wants."

"Shh," Billy squeezed your hand. "Daisy, you're gettin' yourself all worked up. I promise there ain't nothin' to it."

"I know you wanted honest work, Billy," you shook your head, your breathing growing quick. "Joe told me...oh-! I can't stand how hard it must be for you. And with the act he made you put on tonight-"

"Daisy, Daisy," he pushed you to lie down, sliding his arm under you so you'd rest on his shoulder. You clung to one of his suspenders, and he rested his head against yours. "Baby. You'd best not worry 'bout that in any way my love."

"But you're unhappy," you reached to cup his face, your fingers tracing up and down. "You're unhappy...and he's making you think such awful things about yourself..."

"Mustn't fret," Billy kissed your hairline, his body sheltering yours. "Ain't good for baby." He trailed his fingers up and down your midsection. "Won't ya look at me for a second?"

You did, your eyes meeting his bright blue ones. A smile betrayed his serious expression, and he soothed his hand over your tummy. "Oh, ya sweet." Billy kissed your hair. "I made a promise to provide for ya. You 'n baby. If I gotta hit a few targets for rich folk to do that I will."

"It's not just that," you said softly, reaching for his hand and playing with the fingers, sliding his wedding ring up and down. "It's the farmers. The work. You were so excited to be doing something legal, but now it's...it's..."

Billy shook his head. "Baby..." he picked up your hand, bringing it to the handkerchief around his neck, knowing holding it always calmed you. When you were clinging to it, he took your face in his hands. "I would do anything to keep you 'n baby safe. You're my family. I have ya, and I'll fight for ya, and keep ya safe 'n comfortable for all my days." He kissed your nose lightly. "You...and our child. That's all that matters to me."

You wanted to protest, but seeing the look on his face, you kept quiet. He was noble and true, doing a job he hated so he could protect you. It irked you, but you didn't say a thing, nestling into his arms for the rest of the night

All the good in the world. You wanted Billy to have all the good in the world.

You did your best to give it to him in your own way since you knew he loved you so. The both of you felt it separately, you knew, that after all the time you'd spent wanting for each other there was a lot of making up to do. Even unconsciously the both of you clung to each other when you were together. It was a natural response- you needed each other so.

Mind, body, and soul, you'd given yourself to him, even before you were officially together. From the first time sleeping together on, you were bound to him even if you had pretended not to be to try and save your tender heart.

Now that you wore his ring on your finger and had his baby in your belly, you were determined more than ever to bring happiness to him just as he did you.

All of this was the reason you met with Joe in town one day, in addition to whisperings on the horizon you'd heard, and a business card found in Billy's shirt pocket when you were washing it.

Holding up the card, you leaned over the table toward your brother. "Tunstall?"

Frowning, Joe reached out for it. "Where did you-?"

You held the card away, raising an eyebrow. "You do know. Who's he?"

He leaned back in his seat. "Ya shouldn't be meddlin' little. Billy-"

"He's my husband," you insisted, looking at him with determined eyes. "And you're my brother. If working for Murphy is taking a toll on you it's my business."

Joe sat on the edge of his chair, elbows on the table as he looked at you under the brim of his hat. "I know you're tryin' to be sweet. Ya always have been, I know it's your way. But if Billy's decided not to tell ya about it I can't go tellin' ya."

You shook your head, staring at Joe firmly. "You're my brother."

"He's your husband."

"I'm your sister."

"He's my best friend."

"I'm his wife."

"You're his wife," Joe rested his palm on the wooden surface of the table. "And you're my sister. Can't go tellin' ya things like this. If I send you into a frenzy Billy'll tan my hide no matter how good of friends we are."

"If you care for him at all, you'll tell me," you pleaded, sitting up straight. "I only want to help. I want to support him and you both. You're miserable under Murphy with all the horrible work he makes you do."

"I toldja 'bout that, little," Joe protested. "Ain't nobody gonna hire outlaws-"

"Then who's Tunstall?" you asked, meeting his eyes.

Joe looked like he'd been backed into a corner. He pursed his lips, exhaling through his nose and seeming to give up. "Tunstall's a rival businessman. From what Billy an' I can tell, he's tryna make things right with a lotta farmers 'round here. But that also means Murphy ain't a fan of him."

"And he wants you to join him?" you questioned, leaning in interestedly.

"Badly," Joe nodded, slinging his arm over the back of his chair. "He's gunnin' for Billy cause of his reputation and any of the gang he can get to come with him. But..."

You furrowed your brow. "What?"

Joe scratched his neck. "Little...if we join him, it could cause a full-on riot. Some say war. Murphy don't take kindly to people leavin' him. His people in the Circle could make things bad."

"Murphy's part of the Circle?" your eyes were wide.

"Goddamn, he ain't told you a thing," Joe took off his hat, tossing it on the table. "Yeah, Murphy 'n his crew are Circle. Don't wanna go 'gainst that. 'Sides, I know Billy doesn't wanna leave Jesse after all they've been through, and I feel the same way."

"Jesse wouldn't go with you?" you tried to put the pieces together.

"No," Joe shook his head. "He likes bein' cutthroat too much. And he likes the money. Tunstall's offerin' more but the work is on the opposite side. That ain't somethin' Jesse's gonna go for."

All this information sunk in, and you slumped back in your chair. Joe pursed his lips, nodding. "Now ya see?" he sighed. "I know Billy likes the idea of honest work for good people and I do too. But the consequences might be too much."

"No," you shook your head. "I don't understand. From what it sounds like Murphy 'n Tunstall are on the verge of a war anyways. And if money isn't the issue..."

"Little..." Joe ran a hand over his face. He gritted his teeth, then looked up at you. "I really ain't supposed to tell ya this. But if it'll get ya to see our side I will." He reached across the table and took your hand. "All you said's well and good. But...for Billy and honestly for me too, it's you that's holdin' us back."

There was silence between you for a moment. Your lips parted slightly, and you tried to fathom it. "Me?"

"You," Joe nodded, squeezing your fingers. "Look." He held your hand with both of his now. "I know if I had a sweetheart who was havin' my baby, I'd do anything to keep 'em both safe."

Your face fell as you realized he was right. Joe watched you come to this conclusion; his lips pressed together. "With a war it wouldn't be safe for ya. 'Specially cause you're Billy's girl. He's a famous outlaw, little. It'd be careless of him to just jump into this and put a target on your back."

Shaking your head, you looked down, trying to process. He wanted to protect you. But now knowing about the rivalry, the outright war brewing, you realized this was bigger than Billy and Joe feeling good about the work they did. This was justice. It was wrongful law. Your heart soared at the thought of Billy going against his instincts to keep you safe.

But it wasn't right. Not in your mind.

Meeting Joe's eyes again, you squeezed his hand. "I was foolish and innocent before to think what I did. But now I still think the same for different reasons."

Joe tilted his head. "What can ya mean?"

You took in a breath. "If what you say is true, this is a good cause, the best really. This is good and bad. Those people, the ones Tunstall's standing for, they need you." You squeezed his hand again. "They need you and Billy to fight for them."

Your brother's eyes grew soft as he looked at you. "Little-"

"It would be selfish of me to keep two able, right minded men from advocating for something so worthy," you said softly.

Joe looked at you for a second, noting the sincerity in your eyes. You could see the battle he was fighting in his mind.

He stood up, picked up his hat, and came around the table, kissing you on the head. Looking down at you, he said, "I'll do whatever Billy does."

And with that, he walked out the door.

It was late when Billy arrived home.

When he did, he found you in the kitchen in your nightdress, your hands folded on the table, Tunstall's card in front of you, a single candle lit.

"Daisy," he greeted, looking at you suspiciously.

"Sit," you nodded at the chair in front of you. He obediently did.

Immediately his eyes caught on the card, recognizing it. He lifted his eyes to you, and you could see the panic behind them, though it didn't move past there. "You saw Joe."

"I did," you confirmed quietly, sitting up straight.

Billy just looked at you for a moment. "Darlin', I didn't wantcha to know about any of this. I oughta give your brother a piece 'f my mind for even tellin' ya-"

"Don't blame Joe," you shook your head. "It took a lot for me to get it out of him." With only a little difficulty due to your belly, you picked up his hand. "He told me everything-"

"So ya know why I can't do it," he cut you off, squeezing your fingers. "I ain't aboutta put my wife 'n child in danger. I've fought too hard to get us here to do somethin' so stupid."

"I understand," you said softly, "But I haven't changed my mind."

Billy let out a frustrated breath, looking down. Then he got out of his chair, getting on his knees in front of you and gripping your hands around your belly. He kissed them briefly, mumbling, "Daisy. I am not going to put ya in harms way. Not you and not baby."

"At least hear me out?" you asked, looking him in the eye.

He'd never deny you anything. Sighing softly, he nodded.

You kissed one of his hands. "Thank you." Gathering your thoughts and your courage, you began. "I know you're worried about me. And I love you more than anything in the world for it. But-" you clasped his hands, bringing them to your breast. "This...this is everything you've ever stood for. I know how much it means to you for things to be right, especially when it comes to immigrants." His eyes softened, losing some of their panic as he listened to you. You'd never in your life felt like Billy wasn't hearing what you said and now was no exception.

"You are good. And you want things to be right. You fight and you protect," you squeezed his hands, keeping them where they were. Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned in closer to him. "My love, my Billy...they need you. And who would I be to keep you from them?"

"My darlin'," he shook his head, gripping your fingers for dear life. "I ain't riskin' ya for nothin'."

You bowed your head, closing your eyes. "You have something to fight for. That means you'll be the best of them."

Billy heaved a deep, choked breath, and he buried his face in your lap, right against your belly. He brought your hands close to him again, his elbow propped on your knee, squeezing one tight. When he finally lifted his head, he stood, pulling you up too. When you were steady he framed your face with his hands and kissed you soundly, softly, slowly.

You met his lips with equal fervor, the love he poured into the kiss electrifying you. When he pulled back, he pushed your hair behind your ear, smoothing his hand over the back of your head and holding you there. "My angel," he breathed, eyes sincere, his other hand mirroring the first. "My Daisy...you're too good for this world."

Sliding your arms around him, you kissed him again desperately, and he lifted you into his arms, in a bridal carry as he walked up the stairs to your bedroom.

A million kisses and touches and whispered affirmations later, you were back where you'd missed him, back where you knew everything would be okay. His arms were the safest place in the world.

Billy's hand found its spot on your belly, tracing circles around your bare skin. He kissed your head. "How's baby?"

"She's good," you murmured absentmindedly.

He pressed a sleepy series of kisses to the side of your face. "She?"

You smiled in a quiet way. "She."

"Ya think baby's a girl?" his nose squished against your cheek as he asked, his lips against your skin.

"I know," your hand came around to play with his hair.

"I see," he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you there now. "Ya know we gotta give her a flower's name then? Like her mama?"

The thought made you smile wider. "We've got lots of flowers to choose from."

"Rosie," Billy muttered, leaning down to kiss your belly. "Rose."

He looked at your belly with such wonder, such awe. Billy propped his chin up on it, still being gentle though, kissing it again. You stroked his hair, the image of a baby with pink cheeks and your husband's bright blue eyes dancing in front of your eyes. "Rosie."

Billy moved up close to you again, leaning down to press a soft little kiss to your lips again. He nudged his nose against yours, closing his eyes briefly. "Gonna be pretty as a peach just like her mama."

You smiled, closing your own eyes and trying to imagine her in detail. "She's gonna have her daddy wrapped around her finger."

"Same as mama," Billy kissed your jaw. "Gonna spoil her beyond belief."

"Me or Rosie?" you asked, opening your eyes to find he was looking right back at you.

"Both," he promised. His lips trailed sleepily all over your face. Pulling back for a moment, he looked down at your belly again. "She's stealin' daddy's heart without even bein' born yet."

You settled into his side when he came back up to you, resting your head on his chest. His hand trailed up and down your arm lazily. "She stole my heart same way you did."

Looking up at him, you smiled happily. "I love you Billy. Billy Antrim." Then you mock gasped. "Oh- William H. Bonney. My mistake."

He poked your shoulder, grinning good-naturedly. "Slip 'f the tongue, eh?"

"Never did tell me what the H was for," you giggled, hiding your face in his side.

"Darlin'-" he chuckled. "Gotta let go of that damn H."

"I never will," you laughed, shifting against him comfortably.

Billy stroked your hair fondly, soothing you to sleep. "I know Daisy. I know."

Tunstall turned out to be a better man than you'd thought, and you were glad for it. The Englishman welcomed Billy and Joe with open arms, listening to their feedback and paying them generously.

Billy was happier. You could see it. He came home before dark most days, sweeping you into his arms and holding you tight. He always pressed warm kisses to your face. "How're m' girls?"

As the weeks passed, your belly grew, and so did Billy's doting. He spent every night curled up with you in bed, just enjoying your presence, enjoying watching the baby grow.

"Everything okay?" he asked one night, noting your brief look of discomfort.

"Rosie's been kicking me all day," you winced slightly as she did it again.

"Ah, she's restless, eh?" Billy brought his hand down to your tummy, rubbing it soothingly. You let out a little noise of satisfaction as his big hand's feeling relaxed you. "Want me to talk to 'er?"

You nodded, settling back and closing your eyes. Billy's voice, as you'd discovered, had a soothing effect over Rosie. He was proud of the fact, and you let him have that, full of joy over it.

"Rosie girl," Billy murmured, his head right by your belly, hand resting on top of it still. "Ya wanna settle down in there so mama can get some sleep?

Rosie gave a little kick seemingly in response and you smiled, lifting your head to look at him one of your arms falling above you. "She's sassy."

"Just like mama," he grinned. "Think she's enjoying the attention. She likes hearing daddy's voice."

"She's not kicking anymore," you sighed, closing your eyes for some blissful, much needed rest.

Although things were well at home, you knew on the front, it was getting tenser by the day. As expected, Billy and Joe's resignment from Murphy's side caused a world of conflict. The way Jesse took the news hit them hard in particular. It was hard to watch men who'd been like brothers split suddenly, and you knew Joe and Billy had been that to him. You wouldn't let your worries show, for you knew Billy was stressed enough as was.

Instead of voicing your concerns, you did your part, keeping house and loving on him all you could when he got home every day. "My angel," he whispered into your hair nightly like a mantra. "Don't know what I'd do withoucha."

For a time all was well. For a time you were content with your growing baby and your home, your adoring husband.

But that was all before Tunstall was killed.

Billy wasn't home until early hours of the morning, collapsing into bed and waking you instantly. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and reached for his hand. "Billy...Billy are you alright?"

He didn't respond at first, and you sat up more, looking down at him. "Billy..."

"Tunstall's dead," he said plainly, somberly, his voice muffled because he was buried into your side.

You pushed his face so you could see him. His eyes told you everything you needed to know.

"Oh my goodness," you breathed, reaching out and hugging him to you. He held on extra tight that night as your mind raced, wondering what this would mean for him. For Joe. For the war.

Billy craved justice. He fought for fairness and liberty. It’d been clear for all the years you'd known him, and you stood with him when he protested against what wasn't right.

The Regulators sought to avenge the death of the Englishman, and you bit your tongue, understanding their logic. Instead of fighting pointlessly with them you opened your home, since the camp they'd kept was no longer safe for them to stay at.

In a funny way it was just like old times, living with a gang. Your little corner of land was well hidden, and you were grateful for it, happy to do your part for their cause.

As in all times of war, some things couldn't be stopped, and in your case, it was Rosie. With all the hard work of keeping a house as busy as this one in addition to the stress of everything around you, you weren't doing as well as you should've been.

Though Rosie was active, a sign of good health you'd been told, you were losing resolve. Your weight was dropping at an alarming rate, and you became weaker. Billy was in a full state of protection, enlisting Charlie's wife Manuela to help you, even insisting you don't do any work, but you refused. You wanted so badly to help. Your husband was risking his life and this was the least you could do.

Late one night you were drying glasses, stacking them in the cabinet in front of you. Your movements were slow, your hands shaky.

Billy came up beside you, putting his hand on your back. Through the window you could see snow on the ground, and you were shivering, only a thin shawl wrapped around your arms.

He rubbed your back lightly. "Why don'tcha let me take care 'f those. You go up and rest, honey."

"No," you shook your head, stacking another glass in the cabinet and picking up another. "I can do it."

"Daisy-" he tried, reaching for the glass, but before he could get it, your hand gave a violent tremor, and it slipped from your hand. There was a magnificent shatter at your feet and you jumped, frightened from the sound.

Manuela appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide. "¿Margarita?"

Billy grasped you in his arms, looking up at her. "Lo siento."

She shook her head, reaching for a broom leaning against the wall and squeezing your arm as she walked past.

Without a word, Billy scooped you up into his arms and carried you up the stairs. He stripped your clothes off once both of you were behind the door of your bedroom, telling you to hold your arms up so he could put your nightdress on you.

He made you lay down, and he pulled the covers up, holding your hand tightly. Sitting on the side of the bed by your legs, he hushed you when you tried to protest, simply shaking his head.

The motion silenced you. There was no way to deny how bad it was getting anymore.

From that day on, your work was extremely minimal. Manuela took over most everything, all while caring for her newborn, which you hated the idea of. But Billy wouldn't allow it. He enlisted the men to help as well, ensuring the two of you weren't doing anything too heavy.

Some of the color came back to your face, but not much. It was horrible timing on your part, you thought. Murphy's crew was closing in. Nobody knew how much longer everyone had before they found the house and all in it.

One day one of the men came back with news. Through your window you saw him ride in and run up to the house. There was a world of commotion downstairs, and you sat up fully, trying to hear what was going on.

Footsteps sounded up the stairs, and you looked over to the doorway as Billy came in, a pile of wooden slats in his arms. You moved forward, poised to get out of bed but he shook his head. "Keep restin', baby."

"What's going on?" you asked, reluctantly leaning back against the pillows again.

"They found out where we are," Billy deposited the boards on the floor, fishing nails out of his pockets. "We don't know what they're gonna do to try 'n make us come out, so we're just gonna barricade everything."

"Right," you watched him start to hammer boards over your window, holding nails between his teeth. "Can I help at all?"

Billy made a noise of protest, spitting a nail into his hand and hammering it into the board. "You can help by restin'. It'll ease my mind."

You bit your lip and nodded, rubbing your belly as a soothing motion. "Am I the only woman left?"

"No," he stood up, tucking the hammer into his gun belt and coming to sit by you, clasping your hand. "Manuela and the baby left yesterday but there're two other wives here. Been helpin' us out." Billy looked mad at himself for a moment. "I shoulda had ya go with Manuela, don't know what I was thinkin'."

"It's okay," you squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile.

Billy shook his head, looking down. "I shoulda known they'd find us eventually. Shoulda gotten ya to a safe spot." He kissed your fingers. "I'm sorry Daisy."

"Don't worry about me," you reached your arms out for him, and he obliged, hugging you tightly. "I'm perfectly fine."

"A standoff ain't no place for a pregnant gal," Billy muttered into you.

"I'll be safe up here," you promised, and he pulled back, holding you by the arms.

"You will," he said determinedly. "Ain't nobody gonna touch ya. I'll protect you." Billy kissed your forehead and got up. "Let me know if ya need anything, 'kay? Joe's here too, so just holler."

"I will," you gave his hand a final squeeze before he went back downstairs.

The opposing gang found the house quick. You could hear them shouting things, and men inside the house yelling back. As much as you wanted to go downstairs and see what was going on, you were determined to listen to Billy.

Rosie was kicking, so you tried walking back and forth, hoping the movement would soothe her. Over and over you prayed, hoping against hope that somehow Murphy's gang would leave and everyone would be safe.

It was hours before anyone came up to you and this time it was Joe, holding a glass of water and his gun. He set the water on the table. "What're ya doin' out of bed? Didn't Billy tell ya to rest?"

"I've been resting for a full week Joe," you paced back and forth, trying to breathe deep. "I don't think I'll ever have to sleep again."

"Still," Joe sat on the bed, removing his hat. "Little...ya gotta settle. Ain't good for your own little one."

"I'm fine." you stopped, trying to look through the boards on the window. "What's going on down there?"

"A lot of the gang left but some are still keepin' watch," Joe said, sitting on his hands.

"They left?" you turned to look at him. "That's not good."

"No," he agreed, standing and trying to see through the window with you. "We don't know if they're takin' shifts or if they've got somethin' worse up their sleeves."

"I'd bet on the latter," you looked at your brother. "Joe...what do you think's gonna happen?"

He looked at you, opening his mouth to respond, when suddenly he noticed something through the window. "Shit." he turned to you and squeezed your shoulders. "You stay here. Do not come downstairs unless me or Billy says."

Joe ran out the door, and you looked back through the slats. There were men on horses approaching. They were all holding something in their hands...you couldn't tell what it was, but it couldn't be good.

You watched anxiously, but as they got closer you couldn't make out what they were doing, and so you sat back on the bed, clenching your fists and trying to stay calm. Nothing good would come of your panic. You needed to stay calm for Rosie.

Then you smelled the smoke.

Suddenly you were taken back to the day you'd ridden home to your childhood home burning to the ground by cattle rustlers. Clenching the sheets, you reassured yourself blindly. Maybe they were just starting a fire. It was sunset after all, and it was winter. Surely, they were getting cold.

You kept your thoughts serene with wishful thinking, taking deep breaths. There was a world of unrest downstairs, but you ignored it. Please let Billy and Joe be safe. Please let Billy and Joe be safe.

It was nightfall now, and you were rooted to your spot, pleading for the door to open to reveal your brother or your husband telling you it was all over. You were terrified for them, more than yourself.

There was a crackling sound, and when you opened your eyes, you were startled by the sight of flames licking at the lower walls. The sight was one you couldn't tear your horrified eyes from, and you were frozen by it until the door slammed open.

"Little...little ya gotta come with me," Joe said in a panic, coming over and helping you stand.

A pit settled in your stomach that had nothing to do with the baby, and you asked in scared tones, "What's happening?"

"Bastards set fire to the house," Joe got you to the stairs, then lifted you into his arms, carrying you down carefully. "We'd kept it to just the bottom but there ain't enough water anymore. Cover your mouth."

You brought your arm to your face as Joe descended to the bottom level. Instantly smoke overwhelmed you, and you coughed into your arm, closing your eyes. The thick, cloudy substance was burning tears into them.

Joe shouted, "I got her!" and you saw one of the silhouettes move from the wall and hurry over.

Billy took your face in his hands instantly, looking over you for any sign of injury. He was still holding a gun in one hand, and the metal pressed up against your skin, warm from the fire. "Daisy...Daisy you alright? Baby alright?"

You nodded, still coughing on the smoke. He sighed in relief, his lips catching yours for half a second. "We're gonna get ya outta here. Promise, sweetheart. You're gonna be okay."

He nodded at the back half of the house, and Joe carried you over quickly. There was less fire over there, and you breathed a little easier. Billy looked around at his men. "You know the drill. We're gonna go in groups. Two of ya go first, 'n keep shootin' to keep their heads down." He looked at Joe and you. "You go after the second group. They'll be firin' instantly if we send ya first so we'll wait just a moment. Yell at 'em that you've got a woman with ya so they won't shoot."

Everyone nodded, their eyes trained on Billy. You couldn't help but admire his leadership in that moment. He was fearless, strong in the face of the danger you were smack in the middle of. You could see the trust on the men's faces around you and it filled you with awe. They were facing nearly certain death and yet.

"First group go!" Billy shouted over the fire, and two men you didn't recognize barreled through the back entrance, guns blazing. You couldn't see what became of them.

The second group went to similar results, and then Billy turned to you and Joe. He kissed you on the forehead, trailing a thumb down your cheek and touching your belly for just a moment. "You're gonna be okay, Daisy. Everythin's okay."

"Please be safe," you pleaded, your voice raspy from the smoke.

"I'm gonna come back to ya," Billy swore, kissing you quickly. He grasped Joe by the shoulder. "Charlie's place. You know the way."

Joe nodded. "You got it boss." Clapping him on the shoulder, Billy nodded at the door.

"Go!"

It was like slow motion. Joe moved quickly, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your head down. He shouted that he had a woman, and someone yelled something back. You relaxed slightly when the gunfire ceased, lifting your head. Joe held you close to his chest protectively, and he looked down at you when he'd nearly reached the end. "I've gotcha little. I've-"

The crack of a gunshot, the most sickening sound you'd ever heard.

You realized before he did, and your mouth opened in a silent scream as his body jolted, his face rigid. Joe tried to take another step, but his legs gave out and he collapsed, simultaneously dropping and falling on top of you.

All your senses blurred as you crashed to the ground, and your eyes stung with tears as you struggled to get up, pushing Joe off you and shaking him. "Joe...Joe get up...please get up, please-"

His eyes were glassy, staring at some invisible thing in the sky, his limbs stiffened. Another scream, this time real, tore itself from your throat as tears fell in rivers. You shook your head, sucking in cold night air as you tried in vain to wake your brother up. "Joe-"

A pair of arms pulled at you from behind, and you struggled, refusing to leave. him. "No...no he's gonna wake up...he just needs a minute...he's gonna-"

Whoever the arms belonged to was pulling you away, and you cried hysterically, not once looking away from your brother's broken body, his gun falling half out of his holster. "Joe...Joe..."

"Shh!" your rescuer whispered harshly, and you turned to look at him, your horrified expression melting into a confused one.

Jesse stood you on your two feet away from the rest of his gang, shoving something cold and metal into your hands. "Here. Ya still know how to shoot?" he asked in a harsh whisper.

You nodded, still numb from the pain and shock. He held you by the shoulders. "Good. Now-" he looked at the nearby woods. "You run. Far away from here. Go wherever Joe was gonna take ya."

At the mention of Joe you teared up again, but Jesse shook you slightly, snapping you out of it. "Hey. You can cry over him later. For now, focus on gettin' outta here. Go." When you hesitated, he pushed you toward the trees. "Go!"

Too scared to do anything else, you obeyed. The winter air hardly had an effect on you as you ran through the woods, the gun Jesse had given you grasped tightly in your hand. You hardly had time to process his act of kindness with everything that had happened.

The only thing you could think of was Joe. The look on his face, the fact that someone had the gall to shoot-

Anger became adrenaline, and you ran for a long time before you stopped, exhaustion and your pregnant state forcing you to rest. You breathed sharply, leaning against a tree for a moment.

A branch snapped, and you held up the gun, looking around fearfully. Had one of Jesse's crew seen you and come after you? Your breaths were fearfully quick, and you turned around, jumping back when you saw a man standing there, his hands held up in a show of peace.

"Easy, easy," he said, nodding at you. "Not gonna hurtcha."

You recognized him as one of the Regulators, and you lowered the gun, feeling like you'd crumble into the earth. He must've seen this because he stepped closer, steadying you. "Here...ya shouldn't be walkin' like this. C'mon." He lifted you off your feet, minding your belly, and started to walk.

Everything was a blur after that. You were limp in the man's arms, and when you came to, Manuela was standing above you, putting a blanket over your body. "Margarita," she murmured, putting her hand on your forehead.

You lifted your head to greet her, but a sudden sharp pain shot through your core before you could. Gasping in pain, you held your hand to your belly tightly as if that could stop it. "What was that?" you choked.

Manuela pushed you to lie back down. "You started having pains on the way here. Don't you r-" she cut herself off, seeming to realize something. "Your baby's coming."

"Baby's-agh!" another pain cut you off and tears sprung to your eyes. "How long have I been here?"

"Maybe two hours," Manuela said, mopping your forehead with a cool rag. "Have you been having any other pains? Maybe earlier today?"

You nodded, gritting your teeth as another contraction passed through. "I thought...someone told me it was normal to have them...in the last couple months...I didn't tell anyone..."

She nodded. "Labor can sneak up on you." Taking the rag off your forehead, she smoothed your hair comfortingly. "It'll be okay. You're probably more than halfway through it already."

You hissed when another pain slid in and out of your system. "Billy...I want Billy, where is he?"

Manuela paused for a moment, adjusting the blanket over you. Then she met your eyes grimly. "He's not back yet."

Squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded, biting your cheek so you wouldn't cry. She noticed, soothing a hand over your cheek. "There, sweet girl. You're going to be okay. He'll be back soon enough.”

You reached up for her hand and squeezed it, having no choice but hope. "He will. He has to."

The pain stretched on for what felt like hours. Manuela was your companion through it all, whispering things to calm you and letting you squeeze her hand. She knew a few things about giving birth, she said, because her mother had been a midwife, and given she'd done it herself fairly recently.

Pain bled into more pain quicker and quicker, and Manuela sat beside you on the bed, propping pillows up behind you for support. She set your legs apart, squeezing your hand and telling you to push when it felt like you had to.

Grueling and long, the process weakened you. You tried to focus on getting Rosie out, but the events of the night wouldn't leave. Joe's death and your home burning down and running through the woods...it was all charred into the forefront of your mind, and the result was a lengthened, difficult birth.

Manuela looked up, and you tried to follow her eyes, but you were too weary. She stood, going to someone in the doorway and speaking in hushed tones. You heard boots clomping over to your side, and then a big, warm palm was caressing the side of your face. Opening your eyes, you smiled tiredly.

"Angel baby," Billy breathed, kneeling beside you and clasping your fingers together. "You're bein' so brave. 'M brave girl." He kissed your sweaty forehead.

"You're here," you whispered, and he nodded, slipping an arm under you and lifting you slightly, causing you to whimper. "Shh, shh," he soothed. "This'll help. I'd never do anything to hurt ya."

“Joe…” you sniffled, hoping he’d tell you what you saw was just your imagination.

Billy’s face broke for a second, and he bowed his head. “Don’t think ‘bout that. Rosie. Ya gotta think of Rosie.” He seemed to be convincing himself too.

He kissed your hair and lifted you all the way to sit up, then moved the pillows and settled behind you, his legs on either side of your body. Billy smelled like sweat and smoke, but you didn't care. He was here and everything could be okay now.

Once he moved you, labor went quicker. You could feel your body working for you, pushing the baby out of its own accord. Silently, you thanked the deities for natural instincts. Billy held your hand in his, letting you squeeze tight as you could. His presence was a comfort to you, and it made you forget everything else. All that mattered was Rosie.

She slid into the world as the sun was coming up, and you fell limply against Billy. It was over. Everything in the darkness had been sharp and painful. With the rising sun, you gained a little more hope, and you looked up weakly, trying to see your baby in Manuela's arms. She'd wrapped her in a blanket, confirming it was a girl.

Rosie wasn't crying, which you found odd, but you were too happy for labor to be over to worry. Manuela had a strange look on her face as she looked down at your baby, and you frowned, trying to sit up more. "Can I see her? Can I see Rosie?"

Her face was somber as she looked up at you and Billy, and without a word she walked slowly over, lowering the little bundle for you to see. Your heart nearly stopped.

Rosie was moving, but feebly. Your baby was ailing, even though her life had just begun.

"It was a very stressful birth," Manuela said, her voice hushed and sad. "She wouldn't have been long for this world...even with everything..."

There it was again. That numbness that encapsulated your being, the feeling you weren't sure was temporary. It crawled through your mind, digging up a whole world of sorrow you hadn't known you were capable of.

Billy took the baby, holding her in one arm carefully. His grieved face was hard to look at. Your baby girl stirred, letting out a tiny cry. He kept you pressed against his chest, holding Rosie and rocking her gently. "Shh, sweetheart. It's okay. Daddy's here. I'm here."

For the millionth time you felt tears welling up and you hated yourself for it. You were so tired of crying.

Rosie grabbed at Billy's shirt with her tiny fist. He gently slipped a finger between her little ones, letting her grasp it. When he saw how tight she was squeezing it, he smiled through his own tears. "Lookit how strong you are. Holdin' on tight to Daddy's finger."

The scene was too much, and you hid your face in his shoulder, sniffling and letting tears rain. It all hurt, but since it wasn't the first hurt of your waking hours, it just pounded at your chest like a dull ache.

You forced yourself to look back at Rosie, reaching a hand out to touch her face, your hand cupping her little head. She was beautiful.

"Hi Rosie," you said softly, tears still raining. "Oh sweetheart...mama loves you so much. My love...my girl…”

Billy was silent, and you could see your baby growing weaker by the second. You slid your arm under Rosie, and he handed her over, letting you hold her as she slipped quietly from the world.

Grief is not a big, monstrous thing that pounds at your doors and shatters your windows.

It is smoother than that. Grief holds your hand and acts as a friend, tells you things you've been wanting to hear your whole life. You begin to trust it, and then there is no need to smash any windows or break any doors. You've let it in with no fuss to it. And it makes itself comfortable.

It was a friend you'd welcomed over and over in your more recent years, over your father's death, over the loss of your childhood. But you hadn't known the layers to it before. Rosie and Joe went within less then a day of each other. So you had a hard time untangling tears from each other.

Billy was hit hard with it. He'd known it before too. That was the thing. You had both thought the feeling was familiar. You thought it had been mastered and that it was over and gone. It hit when you were least expecting it.

You felt like a ghost in the weeks following the deaths of your brother and daughter. Nothing felt real anymore.

Nothing except his arms around you. That was the only place you felt anything. And he let you feel.

Time ticked whether you got better or not. Billy's protective instincts didn't dull one bit as he watched for Jesse's crew, gun always loaded, eye on the horizon.

He and Charlie spoke of heading to another location for just a little bit, until Murphy had scoped out the space you were currently residing. Then he'd come back, he promised you. He'd come back and you'd figure something out together.

You grasped his hand as he sat atop his horse, looking down at you. "Be safe."

Billy leaned down and caught your lips in a long kiss, more comforting than anything. He squeezed your hand. "You're strong Daisy. That's my girl." He gave you a smile that looked like it held all the weight in the world. "I'll come back to ya. Never forget it. I'll always come back to ya."

You pulled him down for another kiss, lingering a little before saying, "I'll hold you to it."

"Please," he let go of your hand with a final squeeze, tipping his hat to you like the gentleman he was. "I love ya Daisy. I'll be back."

His words seemed to echo as he rode off, Charlie's horse in step beside him. You leaned your head on Manuela's shoulder as you watched your husbands go.

It was a week before you heard the news.

Billy grinned as you pulled the blankets up, putting his hands under your arms and lifting you up, setting you on his lap. "Ain't no gettin' away."

There were cracks in windows of this house. You'd never noticed that before.

"You're gonna make me stay?" you asked playfully, leaning down on his chest and kissing his collarbone once. The morning sunshine made him nearly unreal; he was so pretty.

A deputy came by to tell you officially. He didn't seem proud, even though this was all his comrades had worked toward for the past who-knows-how-long.

"Daisy," Billy teased. "I'm gonna hold ya all mornin' and then some."

This had been at the root of your every fear since you'd met him. But you had never thought it'd come true. He was yours. Yours to hold and keep and need.

"Maybe I'll stay a little while," you smiled, rolling off his chest and lying on your side to face him. "Since I happen to love you so much."

Shot by Pat Garrett. Once a friend.

"That's my girl," Billy smiled, pulling you in close. "Angel baby."

You were told he hadn't even had time to pull out his gun. A hard thing to believe, since he was the fastest draw in the west. But then Charlie stumbled through the door with the same story, and it was hard to get past that.

There was a time in your life, when he'd been gone from your life for a long time, when you hadn't been sure Billy had even been real. Had you made him up? Was he something you could just tuck back into a memory box?

You didn't have the luxury of thinking so this time.

"I'll always come back to you."

You never knew quiet before.

In this little house, though, it took shape and settled next to you like a fond cat. It was welcomed. You craved it, holding it to your body and willing it to bring you the peace of forgetting.

The day after you'd been informed of Billy's fate, you had ridden into town and drawn all the money you had out of the bank. Even though he was an outlaw, you weren't, and you were able to access that, and Joe's account too. Ignoring the pain of being told you were your brother's next of kin, you'd gathered your things and wasted no time in leaving Lincoln County in the dust.

Here it was very lush and green, with tall trees and leafy foliage bigger than your head. The little home you'd purchased was tucked away in the midst of the plants, just the way you'd wanted. Whoever would find you here?

So far nobody. And you were fine with it.

Sure, you went into town every now and then for supplies, pouring a little money into investments that left you time to yourself. It would have been spent working otherwise, and you didn't want to do that yet.

Here in the forest, you'd be content to live out your days in the hallowed halls of memory, and hopefully let time soften all wounds. Maybe the ticking clock would be merciful and let your recollections fall, fall into the abyss of forgetfulness. You'd only know if you waited.

Naturally you sent letters to Charlie and Manuela, telling them you were safe. They were the only people who knew you in the world now.

Such a thought would have disturbed you in the past, but now it was comforting. All the pain and grief you'd held tight was free to roam in the wide space of the forest. It traveled the length and came back to tell you about it, as you knew it always would. Time became the wound, but it was stitching with every second you spent in serenity.

You felt yourself smile and come back to life. All could be well. Just as you had in the past, you would learn to exist purely for yourself. Surely the hole in your heart would ease into a prick mark.

So far, your results had weaned nothing. You yearned and tried not to. Nights were not spent sleeping, but reminiscing. Because oh, the tragic memories wandered, but so too did the beautiful ones.

You thought of your little daughter more often than not, your beautiful Rosie. So strong-willed, so darling and true. She was treasured within you, and you knew you would never forget her. She was probably the one thing you didn't want to forget.

And of course you thought of him.

“I’m a lucky man,” he kissed your forehead, his nose smushed to it. “Everythin’ we been through…I’d do it a thousand times more so I could love ya at the end.”

Could you set all the rest adrift? So far no, but it'd been a mere few months here. Only time would tell.

The rain pounded at your roof that summer, and you tended a roaring fire in the hearth most nights, trying to keep warm in wake of the storms. The sound calmed you though, and somehow that kept you going.

You stretched out by the fire one night, looking at the flames and trying to imagine them as something other than destroyers. That was all you'd ever known the element to be.

It was fruitless for now, so you turned onto your back, staring at the ceiling and hoping you'd be more successful tomorrow. The wooden pattern of the roof spun daydreams that had you slipping off into sleep.

A sudden pounding knock at the door startled you out of your stupor, and you frowned. Who could possibly be here at this hour? And in the rain?

Standing up and reaching for the pistol you kept on your side table, you gaged your options. If it was a lost traveler you'd offer them shelter. Anything else...you'd play it by ear based on how threatening they were.

Grabbing the door handle and swinging the door open, you held the gun tightly at you side, peering into the darkness to see who it was.

The pistol clattered at your feet.

You were dreaming. You had to be. Because this was the most impossible thing you could think of.

Reaching out a trembling hand, you touched his face, feeling that scratchy stubble, damp from the rain. Solid. Real.

You took him by the hand in a haze, pulling him inside and shutting the door. Sitting down by the fireplace, he did the same, and you studied him, the light from the flames making it all the more probable.

His lips parted, and he removed his hat, dropping it beside his knees. "Daisy."

Like a trigger, the word sent you flying into his arms, knocking him over backwards with an oomph. He wrapped himself tight around you and you were home.

"You're dead," you breathed, pressing your face into his chest and inhaling his scent, the one you'd dreamt of for months.

"Everyone thinks I am," he whispered, his nose buried in your hair. Billy rocked you back and forth, and you nearly wept.

"How do I know this isn't a dream?" you asked softly, looking up into his blue eyes, never wanting to tear away from them again.

"You don't," he kissed your head. "I'm half sure I'm dreamin' myself. But after we go to sleep and wake up right here, I hope we'll both be a little more convinced."

That was him. That was your Billy. You wound your arms around him and burrowed into him as you'd ached to for months. He was here. Utterly yours. Forever in this far off place where only the gentle survived.

Bliss, you thought to yourself as he kissed you long and soft and sweet. This is bliss.

come talk about billy here!

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Kinktober Fic 8

Kinks: mirror sex and breeding kink

Other content: dom minho, sub reader, reader calls minho master, afab reader with no other explicitly gendered language, minho calls reader kitty and kitten

Word count: 1960

a/n: wowie, it's here. Thanks for your patience everyone, as a lil treat you can see I broke my 1k rule. Edit: I didn't post this last week???? My bad y'all, that's wild

It's hard when Minho goes on tour, but you also love watching all the videos of him as people post them online. It's a little less hard and a little more funny when people put captions like "my husband" or "wow my boyfriend did so good tonight" underneath when you know he calls you almost every night. Well, he does when it's night for him after the show. Sometimes it's before or after work, and the occasional lunch break, for you.

Now, it's almost over, just one more day before he'll come walking in your front door and be laying in this bed with you again. It's hard falling asleep without him, but you sleep alright when you do, and even better on weekends like this when you can sleep in and not worry about any alarm or responsibilities. Apparently, you slept so well this time that you missed someone climbing into bed with you. You assume the warmth is one of the cats, you swear they can open doors even if Minho promises they can't, but you proceed to hear a very human noise.

It takes a moment to process, and then when you do your eyes fly open to see Minho already awake and looking at you. Why he's awake when he definitely fell asleep later than you is a question for another time. For now you throw yourself towards him, and he giggles before holding you close.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much. You should have-" You start, muffled in his shoulder.

"I should not have woken you up, I bet you've already been having trouble sleeping as it is."

Caught and called out, you just huff and wiggle closer to him.

"Fuck you, meanie."

"Meanies don't usually fuck you, darling. I have lots of other options."

You blush a little and smack his other shoulder with one hand, secretly delighting in the cackles Minho lets out in response. You can't deny that you haven't missed him like that though, and Minho often gets too hot under the blankets so he wears some light and small clothes, easy access for you.

"Mm, but you're gonna be nice and fuck me today right? Waited so long for you."

Minho sighs and shakes his head at you.

"Wasn't I on the phone helping you two days ago?"

You hum, fake forgetting about that particular moment, like it hasn't played on repeat in your mind since it happened. Minho leans in close to kiss you anyways, and it feels more like home than you've felt the whole time you've been here alone.

One hand holds you by the back of your neck, and the other goes down your body and past your underwear, making you gasp at the forwardness. No time to waste this morning. You retaliate by pulling down his flimsy underwear, slowly stroking and feeling his dick harden in your grasp. You separate your mouths with a little wet noise and giggle as Minho tries to follow.

"Please, Minnie. Just wanna be yours."

Minho tongue licks his lower lip, staring at you, like he's confirming in his mind what you want.

"Gonna let me fill up and mark that pretty pussy?" He asks, like he doesn't already know.

You nod, and Minho seems to have an idea at the same time. You watch, a little confused as he gets up, but see quickly what he's doing when he pushes your floor length mirror to the side of the bed. Sitting up, you direct him so you can both get a good angle when you look. It's close enough and perfectly set so you'll both get good angles of yourself and each other, which makes you wonder just a little if Minho practiced this or if he's just naturally good at it, as he is many other things.

"Out of your clothes, kitty. Lemme see you." Minho orders, still softly.

You don't hesitate to obey, not having the patience for any playing around today, even if it sounds a little fun. Minho stares at you the whole time, standing slightly behind the mirror, waiting. It's fun, knowing that Minho is watching you undress. It may not be the most sexy or appealing action you've ever taken, but you know he's watching and waiting to pounce anyways. It's when you've bent over to take off your sweatpants, his that you actually stole, that Minho does something unexpected and lets you know of his own impatience.

You don't hear him, but he steps forward and presses his cock between your legs, letting you feel how hard he is already. You gasp, but let him do it. After a little while, you test the limits and grind your hips back a little into his. When he says nothing and only groans a little in pleasure, you continue.

This isn't what you were expecting, but damn is it hot anyways. What is for sure, is that you have ruined both of your pairs of underwear with how soaked you are. Tragically, Minho seems to have the mental clarity to pull away eventually, and only then do you realize how close you were and how much your legs have begun to shake. You still whine, not wanting the pleasure to stop, even if it was not the most comfortable position by far.

"No. Come sit in front of the mirror kitty, I need to see your face when you cum." Minho says, sitting and spreading his legs to create the perfect space for you.

You don't wait to go to him, though you stumble a little because your legs aren't ready to support movement. It doesn't matter in the end, because you probably won't need them for the rest of the night.

You sit and sigh in relief when you can feel Minho's cock pressing against you again, just wanting him so damn bad. Minho frowns and wiggles a little under you, not satisfied with something yet.

"Actually, hands and knees, face the mirror."

It's another bit that betrays his restlessness. Normally, he would have made you cum another way first, but if it's like this then he's almost guaranteed to be fucking you, and good. He takes off your underwear first, humming when he sees how wet you are. It seems he can't resist either way, and takes two fingers, rubbing up and down and coating his fingers with it. You try not to move, to let him have his way as you know he likes to do but it's fucking difficult.

Minho knows this, and doesn't spend long there. Instead, you soon get a replica of your earlier moment, but better. His cock rubbing between your legs, but so much more sensitive and wet with no layers between you.

Once again, Minho gets the awareness to stop and continue, while you sit there still whining for it, even if you know what comes next will be better. You turn to pout at him, but Minho just clicks his tongue and you settle down a little, not wanting to truly test his patience tonight.

You let out a satisfied hum as you feel his cock sink into you. Despite craving this the whole time Minho has been away, you forgot how good it really felt for him to fill you up like this.

"Fuck, such a perfect pussy for me kitten." Minho groans.

Your heart flutters at the praise, as dirty as it is. You like pleasing him.

"Please, master. Please fuck me, I need it." You beg, unprompted and trying to pretend blatantly showing how needy you are doesn't affect you.

"You need it?" Minho prompts, and chuckles when you simply agree. "Watch yourself take it in the mirror then."

You gasp quietly, having forgotten the mirror was there. Both of you look half a mess in the mirror already, which is a little embarrassing in just how frantic you were. Still, you watch your mouth fall open in the mirror and your eyes half-lid as Minho finally starts pounding into you, just like you asked for.

It's wet and it's loud and it's hot, and you vaguely wonder if anyone around can hear you considering this apartment isn't exactly soundproof. Quickly, that becomes much less of a concern as your brain becomes less able to hold onto thoughts other than those related to your pleasure.

"Ooooh yes, yes, yes." You chant, letting your support off one arm to use two fingers to rub your clit. "Mmph!"

You squeal and you can see Minho's grin as he hits just the right spot. Slowly, slowly, you both get just a little louder and you listen as close as you can to hear every sound Minho lets out.

"You feel so good baby. Such a slut, you must have kept this hole ready for when I came back."

He's not technically wrong, over the last few months you spent many a night laid out on this bed fucking yourself and desperately wishing and imagining it was him. Clearly nothing can compare if he's already made you feel this good, but damn you tried anyways. It helped when he had time and you could listen to him talk you through it.

"I know you did, you called me so many times. Begging me to come back and fill you up. Now I'm here, now I can breed this pussy the way you wanted so badly."

"Oh yes, master please. Want you to breed me, fill me up." You whine, beginning to throw your hips back to meet him, not able to stop yourself any longer.

Minho lets it stand, knowing you're half out of your mind by now, a skill he takes great pride in.

"Good kitty, gonna stuff this pretty cunt."

You're being much louder than you really should be at this time of day on a weekend, but there is nothing in your mind beyond the feeling of Minho's dick and wanting both of you to cum. Thankfully, you both seem to be building very quickly to that point. Minho's grip on you is getting tighter and the slap against your ass has gotten much harder, not that you'll be complaining.

"Please master, cum inside. Want it so bad." You plead, feeling how close you are, and wanting to feel him close after this long.

"Good baby, gonna make you so full."

The last words he gets out before he cums and, the dutiful man he is, keeps fucking you through it even as you know he gets more and more oversensitive. It works, because with just a few more high moans you cum. You keep frantically rubbing your clit, and basely trying to fuck yourself on his cock, like you're trying to take it deeper. Your remaining arm collapses under you, and you find your face pressed into the sheets. When you open your eyes, you look so debauched and borderline scandalous.

You're mildly sweating and flushed down to your chest. Your chest is heaving as you desperately try to get more air in, yet your mouth hangs open as all you can is moan as you cum. Minho shudders as your orgasm ends, yet you squeeze around him a few more times.

He pulls out slowly, making both of you hiss with the overstimulation, slight as it is.

With a short "can I?" Minho pulls out his phone and watches as you clench down and his white, sticky cum starts coming out, filling you as it is.

He puts his phone away and looks at the mess between your legs that he made, grinning.

"Oh no, it all came out. Guess I'll have to try again." He says, not even trying to sound like he feels bad about it.

[allsassnoclass]

hi hazel i'm sorry to hear you're sick i hope you're feeling okay and that you recover soon! sending you the best vibes and this little vid of our favorite guy hyping up one of his favorite guys <3 -monse

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! our favorite guy hyping up one of his favorite guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love this little moment, he's just listening to him warming up :) "sounds good, mike warming up" :)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[yueebby]

indulge me? — gojo satoru

synopsis you and gojo go on an overnight mission and it goes wrong in every way

contents so. much. pining. (2.8k words of it!?), one bed trope, whipped!gojo, ooc gojo, completely self indulgent, a lot of cardiovascular talk, they’re first years in this!

notes first time i’ve written in AGES. sorry :3 ps this is a little snippet from a satosugu x reader series im thinking about starting. thoughts?

(edit: i wrote a part ii)

Gojo Satoru was born blessed. From birth and to death he will always be honored. It wasn't his fault that the Heavens delighted in him. So when Yaga had announced that he and you would be sharing an overnight mission to Kyushu, he nearly leapt in joy (lucky him)!

You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled to find out that you were going to be traveling alone with Gojo Satoru. For two whole days. It was a death sentence.

“Make sure to text me, so I know you're not dead.” Shoko looks between you and Gojo. Either your head will implode as a result of Gojo, or he is gonna be on the receiving end of your wrath. Shoko can’t wait to see which.

“Do take pictures, I heard the onsens there are incredible.” Suguru slyly adds. Satoru perks up at his comment. The two of them share a knowing look before Gojo speaks up.

“Wanna take a dip with me once we get there, [Name]?” He looks into your eyes, his lips are quirked upwards like he’s up to no good (which he is). “I promise I won’t take a peek!” He winks.

“Keep fantasizing, Gojo.”

“Oh I will.” He hums happily. The smile on his lips is kind of cute, you decide. Just a little.

— — — — — — — 

Kurokawa, you come to find out is a very small town in Kyushu. So when people start to go missing, the entire town falls into shambles. Before your trip, Yaga had made it known the enemy you’d be facing. 

“A common denominator of the missing persons is that they were all young women.” He had warned you and Gojo. “It’s an unidentified curse, but I trust that the two of you will be able to handle it.”

Three missing girls. All under the age of 25. Two of which were locals, one being a tourist. 

The moment you arrive on the island of Kyushu, your guard is higher than ever. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of some horny curse,” He looks down at you as the two of you make your way down a small street to your ryokan. Kurokawa was a traditional town, its pride resting on the old culture causing it to be untouched by modern architecture.

Unamused by his nonchalant attitude, you decide to ignore his vulgar comment, “What grade curse do you think we’re up against?”

He makes a noise to show that he’s thinking. “Does it really matter? It’ll be no match for me either way.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, we still have to figure out what happened to the victims.”

“I don’t see why that’s necessary, but okay.” Your snow haired peer dismisses. It makes you a bit envious that he doesn’t have to ever feel fear for his life. Must be nice.

The two of you arrived at your designated ryokan soon enough, it was a small town after all. Gojo leads the way with you following right after. You can’t discern any cursed energy in the building, but you still make a mental note to ask Gojo about it after you both are situated. 

An elderly lady in an orange kimono stood behind the desk, smiling at you and you returned it back happily.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a young couple here.” She says. That’s right, with the recent disappearance of young girls, there would be a sudden decrease of tourism around this part of town. “You certainly are a beautiful match!”

You gratefully accept her compliment, “Thank you, but we’re not–”

“Thanks granny!” Gojo wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. “I don’t know how I even managed to win her over!” There’s a wide grin on his face that makes your eye twitch. Leave it to him to tell people the two of you were together. Not only that but he totally disrespected the old lady with his informal talk!

“Unhand me, you!” You forcefully whisper at him, while trying to unwrap yourself from his hold. His arm does not budge even as you try to push it off. What the hell is this boy eating? Gojo chuckles with the old lady while you struggle.

“My, the two of you remind me so much of my husband and I in the days of our youth,” She sighs dreamily. Her age must be interfering with her memory because there was nothing inherently romantic going on between you and Gojo. “How long will you be staying here?”

“Only one night,” Gojo decides that he has tormented you enough and lets you go. He slides her his card and she pulls out something from the old wooden counter she stands behind. 

A single key.

Your eyes bug out. Gojo’s eyebrows raise. You laugh nervously, face feeling warmer than it was thirty seconds ago.

“There must have been a misunderstanding. We need two rooms, ma’am.” You hold up two fingers to emphasize your point. 

The smile on the old woman’s face falls, “I’m afraid I cannot do that.” Your jaw drops.

“Huh? Why not?” You press on further. Surely they could not have been booked out of all of their rooms. Tourism is at an all time low after the strange disappearances.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the strange disappearances in the area. It’s a miracle the two of you have even decided to stay here, which I am very grateful for. That is why I must repay you back by ensuring your safety. Otherwise I must ask you to leave and stay in the next town because I will not allow you to endanger yourself so carelessly.” 

You blink. Neighboring town? That was hours away. The curse was here in Kurokawa. You can’t afford to jeopardize a mission just because of your own feelings.

Gojo’s hand is halfway to the key, but he waits for your approval. You sigh.

“It’s fine, we can do one. Thank you.” You bow your head. She smiled apologetically as she handed Gojo the key. Gojo, unbothered by the revelation, whistles happily as the lady leads the way to your suite.

— — — — — — — 

operation satoru x [name]!!!!

Gojosatowu added getosugu, shoko.ieiri

Gojosatowu You wont believe it!!! shoko.ieiri What the hell is this gc And what the hell is Operation satoru x [name]?  getosugu  how come [name] isn’t in this? Gojosatowu Ladies, ladies, one question at a time please getosugu  Expect a forehead flick for that comment shoko.ieiri  Stfu and just answer the questions Gojosatowu alright alright [name] and i are sharing a room in kyushu!! i may come out of this mission a changed man. shoko.ieiri  someone make sure [name] is still alive and well Gojosatowu I dont appreciate your lack of faith in me >:( shoko.ieiri  Keep a six feet distance from her at all times perv Gojosatowu I might have to for my own sanity. What do you think she wears to bed? shoko.ieiri  You disgust me sometimes getosugu  Only sometimes? shoko.ieiri  Let me correct myself. You disgust me. Gojosatowu Im feeling the love :(

“What are you giggling to yourself about?” You place a hand on your hips as you watch Gojo smile at his flip phone.

“Oh don’t you worry about it,” He closes it. Weird. “What’s the living situation?”

You sigh. “Despite its traditional arrangement, there is a bed.”

Gojo perks up. “Yeesh I’m glad! If I had to sleep on the floor my back would be all sore right on a mission. Y'know how annoying that is?”

You suck your teeth. “Allow me to rephrase myself. There is only one bed.” 

There is an awful silence in the room, save for your erratically beating heart. Of course the old woman decided to place you in a couple’s suite.  

“Heh.” Gojo chortles happily. “Wow, this must be a divine sign from God Himself. I mean, who are we to ignore this?”

“Don’t start,” You hold out an accusatory finger at him. “I’m gonna go request an extra futon.”

He pouts, “Don’t be like that, sharing a bed with me can’t be that bad.”

“I’m willing to bet otherwise.” You walk past him. The white haired boy watches you go like a sad puppy.

— — — — — — — 

You took your time getting an extra futon, using it as an excuse to get all of the nervousness out of your system of sharing the same room as Gojo Satoru. Sharing a room with a boy was already bad enough, but Gojo? Your heart skipped a beat (out of nervousness, you insist!).

By the time you make it back to the room, the lights are out. You assume that Gojo decided to go to sleep early. You don’t blame him. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day of hunting for the curse rampaging Kurokawa. 

The only light source in the room is coming from the bathroom. You sigh. The idiot must’ve forgotten to turn it off. Nonetheless, you were gonna go get unready either way so you make your way to the half open door.

On the sink is a complimentary toothbrush that you help yourself to. You apply some paste and–

There is a sound of something sliding shut from behind you. You look up at the mirror. Standing behind you was Gojo. Wet. And naked. 

“Oh my gosh!” You spit out your toothpaste and ran out of the room. How did you fail to see that Gojo was in the restroom? You blame it on the sliding doors separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Oh my gosh. Your face feels like it’s on fire. He has a six pack. And why does his stupid hair look like that when it's wet? Your heart was beating at an abnormal rate. This is so inappropriate.

Shortly after your freakout, Gojo steps out of the bathroom. There was no way you could face him now.

“Aw, don't be so shy now. It’s not like this will be the last time you’ll see me like this.” Gojo stands in the doorway. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving him indecent in your eyes.

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating Gojo! And lock the door when you’re in the restroom you creep!” You look anywhere but him.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault, was it? You were taking so long I thought you left me here alone.” You can practically hear him pouting. “Either way, you were the one checking me out.”

Your eyes widen, “I was not checking you out! Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t feel ashamed, this can all be yours,” He gestures down to his body.

“You freak.” you blanch.

He winks at you.

This was going to be a long night.

— — — — — — — 

It takes you about half an hour to calm down from the bathroom catastrophe. By now, you’re situated in your futon while Gojo is tucked on the bed. If you had to guess, it’d be nearing midnight around now. You just need to close your eyes and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow.

Except you can’t sleep.

Every time you close your eyes, your mind betrays you and an image of Gojo post shower illustrates itself in your mind. And it doesn’t help that he sleeps shirtless. You seriously need your mind cleansed.

That wasn’t your only issue. The room was sub zero. Who knew traditional ryokans had such advanced air conditioning systems? All you could hear was the air conditioning machine overworking itself. You could even argue that it was colder than Shoko’s morgue. And your sleep shirt and shorts were doing little to help insulate you. 

“Wanna come cuddle with me?” The last person you wanted to hear from breaks the silence. You pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re not asleep! My six eyes tell me that you’re shivering.” Busted.

“I am not cuddling with you.” You stare at the ceiling above you, arms crossed. How could he even propose such an idea? Has he no shame?

“Well I can’t face the old granny here if my girlfriend ends up dead by freezing!”

“I am not your girlfriend, Gojo. Nor will I die.”

“That’s not what she thinks. Plus we have a mission tomorrow, so I can’t have you getting sick on me now.”

“I’ll be fine, Gojo. Now go to sleep.”

“I run hot when I sleep, y’know. Let me be your personal heater.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning.

“I refuse.”

“Well I refuse your refusal.”

You blink.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Now c'mon,” He pats the spot next to him. “I’ll even make a wall in between us.”

You hear the bedsheets shuffle and you have to sit up to see that Gojo was stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed to prove his point. You’re nearly certain that the only thing you’ll be catching soon is a headache if you keep up with his antics. It was a tempting offer, one that you would surely accept if it wasn’t Gojo Satoru.

“Gojo, I—”

“...Please?” His voice is softer than you have ever heard it. It was unfair how Gojo was making it harder and harder to reject his offer.

A silent moment passes by.

“...Fine,” You reluctantly get up from your pathetic excuse of a futon. “But no funny business!” You warn him. 

You see Gojo perk up from the bed. He looks at you with expectant eyes, “You got it!” He gives you a thumbs up. 

Whatever. If Gojo knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t try anything. You take in a deep breath before turning to face the opposite direction of where Gojo laid. 

“Good night [Name],” You hear Gojo whisper. You sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, goodnight Gojo.”

Eyes closed, you pray a silent prayer that everything will be fine for the remainder of the mission.

— — — — — — — 

Ever since Gojo was young, his body has been used to getting little amounts of sleep. Unsurprisingly, that caused him to have a natural alarm. It was always annoying whenever he woke up at the crack of dawn on a day when he didn't need to, but luckily for him, today it proved to be a blessing. There was an unfamiliar warmth radiating onto his body. Satoru opens his eyes.

He thinks he feels all of his six eyes widen when he feels himself wrapped around another body.

There you were, in all your beauty, lying fast asleep. In his embrace. Soft snores were escaping your mouth and there were stray hairs in your face. Did he mention how beautiful you looked sleeping? He might have to ask Shoko about heart disease because of how fast his heart was beating.

Unfortunately for him, you also seemed to be drifting away from dreamland and back to reality. Your eyes flutter and your eyebrows furrow. Gojo takes this to his advantage and does the worst thing he can think of; pretend to be asleep.

When you wake up, your mind is still hazy from the good night’s rest you had gotten, but not hazy enough to realize that your body was tangled with another’s. And you’re pretty sure the pillow you had been laying on last night was not this hard. You try to delude yourself into believing that this is all a dream, but the effects of your sleep were fading.

It takes all the strength in you to summon the courage to open your eyes. To your horror, you were firmly wrapped in Gojo’s arms and your legs were intertwined.

“What the hell?” You pull yourself away from him. On the floor below the bed laid the two pillows that Gojo had set up as a makeshift wall. You stare at them utter shock.

“No, don’t go, I’ll freeze to death,” Gojo whines, miraculously waking up. You glare at him.

“Explain to me what just happened or I swear Gojo, I’m going to–” You try to threaten him, but you can’t seem to formulate anything.

Unlike you, Gojo looked unbothered by the sudden turn of events. He even looked pleased. There was a lopsided smile on his face as he sighed, “What can I say, I guess you subconsciously want me after all.” 

"I do not—"

“But if I had to guess, I’d say the room got too cold and we most likely cuddled for warmth unconsciously.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal. You note that his hair is tousled from the night before.

You leave the warm bed you and Gojo had made. His theory was probably true, meaning it was neither of your faults. You purse your lips.

“I suppose that makes sense. I apologize for overreacting, I guess I was under the impression that we had done something lewd last night.” With that comment, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up both your mind and body.

You don’t end up seeing how red Gojo’s face got. It was foreign to feel all the blood rising to his cheeks. He takes one of his hands to slap it over his eyes before chuckling to himself. Yeah, he definitely knows why he likes you. 

All of a sudden Gojo feels like he’s on top of the world. For you, it was just a moment of weakness.

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Extra notes:

gojo wished he and you got to go to the onsen together. 

gojo also regretted not taking a photo of you sleeping soundly in his arms. it would’ve been his new wallpaper. 

for the remainder of the trip, gojo was at an all time high, successfully locating and exorcising the curse in less than an hour.

[pucksandpower]

Lover

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: the little (and not so little) ways that you and Charles show your love for each other

You’re in the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear as you listen intently to Charles’ mother give you her famous tiramisu recipe step-by-step. “Now, this next part is very important,” she stresses. “You’ll need one cup of granulated sugar to add to the mascarpone filling.”

“Got it, one cup sugar for the filling,” you confirm.

Pascale chuckles warmly. “I’m so glad Charles has found such a lovely girl who wants to learn my recipes. He’s always loved my tiramisu since he was a little boy.”

You smile, touched by her kind words. You and Charles have been together for a year now, but it still makes your heart flutter to be so accepted into his close-knit family.

“It means so much to me that you’re sharing this recipe with me,” you tell Pascale sincerely.

You chat with her a while longer, going over some of the trickier steps and getting tips on how to best soak the ladyfingers. Finally, you have the full recipe memorized and are ready to give it a try.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it now. Thank you so much again, Pascale! I really appreciate you taking the time to walk me through this.”

“Of course, chère! Let me know how it turns out. Charles is a lucky man to have such a thoughtful girlfriend,” Pascale says warmly before hanging up.

You grin, eager to get started. You know tiramisu is Charles’ absolute favorite dessert and you want to surprise him with a homemade version tonight after he finally comes back from his latest race.

Humming to yourself, you gather the ingredients — mascarpone, eggs, espresso, cocoa powder, and of course, the sugar. You double check you have everything and preheat the oven so the ladyfingers will be perfect.

As you start the recipe, you feel a rush of excitement. You follow each step meticulously, Pascale’s voice guiding you in your mind. You carefully separate the eggs and beat the whites to stiff peaks. When it’s time to add the sugar to the mascarpone filling, you pause.

Now, which one was the sugar again? You look between the two identical jars of white powder, second-guessing yourself.

Shoot, you should have labeled them.

After a moment of hesitation, you decide on the bowl on the left. Yes, that must be sugar, you reassure yourself. You mix it into the silky mascarpone filling until it’s perfectly combined. Once assembled, you spread the filling over the ladyfingers and cover it with a final dusting of cocoa powder.

It looks absolutely beautiful. You did it! You made Charles’ favorite dessert completely from scratch. You can’t wait to see the look on his face when he takes the first delicious bite.

You glance at the clock as you clean up. Charles will be home soon. You carefully store the tiramisu in the fridge to chill until after dinner.

Right on time, you hear Charles’ keys in the lock. You hurry to greet him, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. “I missed you!”

He grins and nuzzles your neck. “And I missed you, ma belle.”

Over dinner on the balcony, Charles tells you all about the race and his ambitious one-stop strategy under the Suzuka cherry blossoms. You listen attentively, asking questions and laughing at his dramatic reenactments.

Finally, it’s time for dessert. “I have a surprise for you,” you say with a playful smile.

Charles’ eyes light up. “Oh really? Do tell!”

You bring the chilled tiramisu to the table, along with two small plates and forks. “Ta-da! I made your favorite, with your mom’s secret recipe.”

“No way, you’re kidding!” Charles exclaims. He takes in the layered dessert with delight. “It looks incredible, mon cœur. I can’t believe you did this for me.”

You blush happily as you dish out servings for both of you. “I hope I did it justice. Your mom walked me through the whole thing over the phone.”

Charles takes a big eager bite, closing his eyes as he savors it. “Mmm … it’s absolutely delicious,” he declares after swallowing. “Seriously, this is amazing. Here, you have to try it!”

He holds out a forkful toward you. You accept it into your mouth, immediately bursting into incredulous laughter. “Oh my god, this is so salty! I definitely screwed up somewhere. You don’t have to eat it!”

But Charles just grins and takes another hearty bite. “What do you mean? It tastes perfect to me.”

You stare at him in confusion. “You can’t actually like this, Charles. It’s like I poured the entire salt shaker in by accident.”

“No no, it’s great! The best tiramisu I’ve ever had,” he insists. Seeing your disbelief, he takes your hand from across the table. “Really, Y/N. I love it because you made it just for me. With love. That’s what makes it so special.”

You feel your insides turn soft and melty at his words. “You’re just saying that to be nice,” you protest weakly.

He shakes his head. “I’m saying it because it’s true. Because ...” He pauses, looking into your eyes sincerely. “Because I’m completely in love with you, mon amour. I’d eat a thousand salty tiramisus if it made you smile like this.”

You can’t help the joyful laugh that escapes you. “You’re such a hopeless romantic, you know that?” You tease him.

“Only for you,” he flirts back with a playful wink.

You lean across the table to kiss him tenderly. When you pull back, the adoration shining in his green eyes leaves you breathless.

Maybe he’s right. It doesn’t matter that the tiramisu is an utter fail. All that matters is that you made it with love.

And that’s the sweetest taste of all.

***

It’s been a few weeks since your salty tiramisu mishap. You and Charles laughed about it afterwards, but you were still determined to make him something special with your own two hands.

So you decided to take up crocheting. It was trickier than you expected, but you persevered, watching YouTube tutorials and getting tangled in yarn for hours.

Finally, after a month of work, you’ve produced your first wearable creation — a sweater for Charles.

It’s an oversized style, cream colored with red racing stripes across the chest. You did your best to evenly stitch the rows, but there are gaps in some places that cause the stripes to waver drunkenly.

The sleeves are several inches too long, dangling adorably over Charles’ hands when he tries it on. And the neckline gapes open no matter how he tugs it.

But none of the flaws matter to Charles. His face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning when you present it to him.

“You made this? For me?” He asks as he eagerly pulls it on.

You nod, suddenly shy. “I wanted to make something special for you, even if my skills are still .... developing,” you admit with an embarrassed chuckle.

But Charles is beaming, admiring himself in the mirror. “It’s perfect! Seriously, I love it. This is the best gift ever!”

He engulfs you in a big hug, sleeves flopping over you. You hug him back, relieved and happy he appreciates your efforts.

From that day on, Charles insists on wearing the sweater constantly, even styling it with whatever eclectic pants he decides to wear on race weekends.

You try to discourage him — the holes along the hem are getting bigger from snagging and the neckline is truly unsalvageable.

But Charles won’t hear it. “Are you kidding? This is my new lucky charm!” He declares. “I have to wear it for every race now.”

Sure enough, he starts a winning streak whenever he dons your handmade sweater, even though it’s quite a departure from the fitted shirts and designer hoodies he previously favored, leaving his fans scratching their heads at the sudden change.

You watch in amused endearment as he proudly wears your gift for candid pre-race interviews and photo-ops. The overlong sleeves just make his exuberant gestures even more adorable.

Finally, a reporter works up the courage to ask him about the quirky sweater. “That’s quite a statement piece you have been arriving in each Sunday,” the reporter comments during a press conference. “What made you decide to wear it?”

Charles’ face lights up even more. “My sweater? It was handmade for me by my incredible girlfriend,” he announces, making you blush furiously from the audience.

“She worked so hard on it, even though crocheting is totally new to her. So I wear it to show how much I appreciate her and how talented she is,” he continues sincerely.

The reporters “aww” as Charles shows off the uneven stitches like they’re couture. “It’s my good luck charm now too! She put so much love into making it that I feel like I can’t lose whenever I have it on.”

He looks directly at you, eyes shining. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received, because she made it just for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world to be with someone so thoughtful and caring.”

You have to wipe away joyful tears at his heartfelt words. You never imagined your clumsy crocheting would come to mean so much to him.

But Charles wears that sweater for every race, no matter how tattered it gets. Because for him, it represents something priceless — your love.

***

You hum along to the radio as you stir the melted chocolate in a bowl. The rich aroma fills the air of your shared apartment. Today is Valentine’s Day and you want to surprise your boyfriend with homemade chocolate-covered strawberries when he gets home from training.

You dip the first plump, red strawberry into the silky chocolate, letting the excess drip off before placing it gently onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. One by one, you coat each strawberry, taking care to fully submerge them.

When the tray is full, you quickly pop one glistening strawberry into your mouth and slide the rest into the fridge to let the chocolate harden. As you wait, you tidy up the kitchen, washing the bowls and utensils used to make the treat. A glance at the clock on the microwave tells you Charles will be home soon.

The sound of the front door opening makes you grin. “Mon amour, I’m back!” Charles calls out.

You grab the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries and head towards his voice. “Welcome home! I have a surprise for y-”

You stop short, your throat suddenly feeling scratchy and tight. Your lips tingle oddly.

Confused, you lift a hand to your neck. Is this just excitement to see Charles? But no, your tongue is starting to swell now too. Your breathing becomes labored.

Charles rounds the corner. “Mon ange, what’s wro-” His eyes widen as he takes in your distress. In a few quick strides he is by your side, the tray clattering forgotten to the floor. “What’s happening?”

You wheeze, barely able to force out words. “Can’t … breathe …”

Charles sweeps you into his arms and runs for the front door. “Hospital. Now.”

You cling to him, each ragged breath a struggle. The world seems to blur and tilt alarmingly.

Then somehow you’re in Charles’ car, speeding down the street. One of his hands grips the wheel while the other clutches yours tightly. “Just hold on, stay with me. We’re almost there.”

You try to respond but only manage a choked gurgle. Black spots swim across your vision. A feeling of detachment steals over you.

The car screeches to a stop outside the emergency department entrance. Charles lifts you from the passenger seat, calling for help. There is a flurry of activity as a team of doctors and nurses rushes over with a gurney.

You are barely aware of being wheeled into an exam room, too focused on trying to pull air into your lungs. A mask is fitted over your face, dispensing blessed oxygen. An IV is inserted into your arm.

The medical staff works quickly, asking Charles questions as they begin treatment. Antihistamines. Steroids. Epinephrine. The medications slowly start to counteract your reaction. The vice-like tightness in your chest and throat gradually lessens.

After what feels like an eternity, you are able to take full breaths again. The room comes back into focus, no longer spinning. Charles sits at your bedside, clutching your hand, his handsome face creased with worry.

The doctor examines you, nodding with satisfaction as your symptoms continue to improve. “It appears you had a severe allergic reaction. We’ll run some tests to determine the cause.”

Charles looks stricken. “But how? What could have possibly …” His gaze falls on your swollen lips. “The strawberries,” he whispers.

You nod weakly. It had to have been. You’ve never reacted to them before, but an allergy can develop at any time.

Charles smoothes back your hair, distress pouring off of him. “I’m so sorry, mon cœur. I should have been there with you.”

You squeeze his hand. “You couldn’t have known. I’m okay now thanks to you.”

He just shakes his head, unconvinced.

The testing confirms it — you are now mysteriously allergic to strawberries. The doctor gives you an EpiPen prescription and strict instructions to the fruit in the future.

After several more hours of observation, you are finally discharged from the hospital with an exhausted Charles supporting you.

The sun has long since set on what was supposed to have been a romantic Valentine’s Day. Instead, you spent it swollen and terrified in the ER.

Back home, Charles tucks you into bed, insisting you rest. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror — puffy-faced and red-eyed — and cringe. Some Valentine you turned out to be.

You reach for Charles’ hand again. “I’m so sorry I ruined our evening. I wanted it to be perfect but instead I ended up scaring you half to death and forcing you to rush me to the hospital.”

Charles silences you with a gentle kiss. “Not another word, mon amour. You have nothing to apologize for. All that matters is that you are safe.”

He caresses your cheek, looking at you with such love and tenderness it makes your heart ache. “You could never ruin anything. You are the light of my life — my everything. No Valentine’s Day is complete without you.”

You feel yourself tearing up. Even after the ordeal of this evening, he still looks at you like you hung the moon.

“You’re still the most beautiful Valentine I’ve ever had, you know that? A little swelling can’t hide that.” Charles brushes away your tears and pulls you close. “Rest now. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You nestle into his embrace, letting his warmth and steady heartbeat soothe you. As you drift off, you can’t help but marvel at how lucky you are to have this man. Even at your puffiest and most distressed, he thinks you’re beautiful.

No matter what surprises life throws at you, with Charles by your side you know everything will be okay. He loves you unconditionally — swollen lips, hospital visits, and all.

***

“Close your eyes,” you say to Charles as you lead him into the living room.

He laughs and covers his eyes with his hands. “What are you up to, mon amour?”

You grin, though he cannot see it. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

You guide him across the room, hands on his shoulders. He shuffles along, peeking through his fingers.

“No peeking!” You scold, and he squeezes his eyes shut again, smiling.

You position him in front of the coffee table. “Okay,” you say. “You can open your eyes now.”

Charles drops his hands. On the table sits a large gift-wrapped box with a massive red bow on top. His eyes go wide with surprise and delight.

“For me?”

You nod, bouncing on your toes excitedly. “Happy birthday!”

He pulls you into a tight hug. “You are too good to me, ma belle. Thank you.” Leaning down, he captures your lips in a sweet kiss.

You swat his shoulder playfully. “You don’t even know what it is yet! Open it.”

Charles grins and turns his attention to the present. He carefully unties the bow and lifts the lid on the box. Inside sits a sleek red bomber jacket with the Ferrari logo embroidered on the chest. He runs his fingers over the leather appreciatively.

“This is beautiful,” he murmurs.

“Look on the back,” you prompt.

Charles turns the jacket over. Across the back, in bold white letters, it reads: DADDY.

His eyes go wide again, and for a moment he just stands there gaping at the jacket. Then his eyes roll back in his head and he collapses to the floor in a dead faint.

“Charles!” You rush to his side, kneeling next to him on the plush carpet. Gently you pat his cheek, trying to rouse him. “Charles, wake up!”

After a few tense moments, his eyelashes begin to flutter. You breathe a sigh of relief as he opens his eyes.

“Wha … what happened?” He mumbles.

“You fainted, silly.”

You help him sit up slowly. He puts a hand to his head, still looking dazed.

“I had the strangest dream …” He trails off, glancing around the room. His gaze lands on the jacket lying nearby, and his eyes widen again.

“It wasn’t a dream,” you say softly.

Charles looks at you, lips parted in shock. “Then you … you’re …”

You furrow your brow in confusion. “I’m what?”

“Pregnant!” He exclaims. “We’re having a baby!”

Now it’s your turn for your eyes to go wide. “What? No! I’m not pregnant!”

Charles frowns, thoroughly bewildered. “But the jacket said … I thought it was your way of telling me we’re expecting.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh my goodness, no. The jacket is for a very different reason.”

He looks almost disappointed. “It is?”

You take his hands in yours. “I know you’ve been talking about getting a dog for months now, ever since you met Mimi.”

Comprehension begins to dawn on Charles’s face. “So the jacket …”

“Is for our new puppy!” You finish excitedly.

Charles’ face lights up. “You got me a dog? Really?”

You nod, grinning. “Really! I picked him up yesterday from the shelter. He’s the cutest little dachshund, white with brown spots. I’ve been keeping him at your brother’s so I could surprise you today.”

Charles whoops and tackles you in another ecstatic hug. You laugh as he covers your face in rapid, smacking kisses.

“This is the best birthday surprise ever!” He crows. “I can’t believe we’re finally getting a dog. And the jacket — it’s perfect!”

He grabs the bomber and shrugs it on over his t-shirt. It fits him flawlessly, the white lettering bold against the red.

Charles scrambles to his feet and rushes to the nearest mirror, twisting this way and that to admire himself. “I love it! Thank you, thank you!”

You stand and wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I’m so glad. But you should really be thanking your new baby boy.”

Charles turns in your arms and cups your face in his hands. “Have I told you lately that you’re the best girlfriend in the world?”

You grin up at him. “Hmm, I don’t recall. Feel free to remind me.”

“You …” He punctuates each word with a kiss. “Are …” kiss “The …” kiss “Most …” kiss “Thoughtful …” kiss “Loving …” kiss “Girlfriend …” kiss “In …” kiss “The …” kiss “World.”

You pretend to swoon. “My, what a sweet talker you are.”

He chuckles and kisses you tenderly. When you break apart, his eyes are shining.

“So when do I get to meet our new baby?” He asks eagerly.

“Right now, if you want,” you say. “We can go pick him up from Lorenzo.”

Charles pumps a fist in the air. “Yes! I’m going to be the best dog dad ever, just you wait and see.” He crouches down and coos, “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?”

You pat his head playfully. “You’re a good boy.”

Taking your hand, he practically drags you out the door, babbling excitedly about names, beds, toys, and treats for the puppy the whole way to the car. Your heart swells watching his enthusiasm. You know that dog is going to be the most loved and cared for pup in the world.

When you arrive at his brother’s apartment, Charles bounds up to the front door ahead of you, unable to contain his excitement. Lorenzo opens it laughing, the wiggling brown and white puppy in his arms.

“Someone’s here to see you!” He says, handing the squirming bundle of fluff to Charles.

“Hello, hello!” Charles cuddles the puppy to his chest, his whole face alight with pure joy. The pup responds by licking every inch of Charles’ face he can reach.

Charles laughs delightedly. “Aren’t you just the sweetest boy? Yes you are!”

He looks up at you, eyes shining. “Thank you, mon cœur. This is the best gift I could have asked for.”

You lean in and scratch the puppy behind his silky ears. “Of course. Happy birthday, my love.”

As you walk back to the car, Charles cradling the puppy like a newborn, you know in your heart that your little family is one step closer to completion.

***

The race weekend after Charles’ birthday feels strange. As you wander through the Ferrari garage during free practice, Fred rushes over looking concerned.

“Here, take a seat,” the team principal says, grabbing a folding chair and positioning it behind you. “You should not be on your feet so much in your condition.”

You frown in confusion. “What condition?”

But the French man has already hurried away. Shaking your head, you continue walking. It’s a few minutes later that you spot Pierre.

“Hey!” He says, jogging up to you. Before you can react, he places both hands on your stomach and smiles brightly. “Wow, it’s hard to believe that little baby Leclerc is in there! I can’t wait to meet my niece or nephew.”

Now you’re really bewildered. You take a small step back from Pierre’s wandering hands. “What are you talking about? I’m not pregnant!”

Pierre laughs. “Very funny. You don’t have to hide it from me.” He winks and walks away.

When Charles finds you later, you’re still puzzling over the strange encounter.

“Everyone is acting so weird,” you tell him, explaining what’s been happening all day. "It’s like they all think I’m pregnant or something."

Charles frowns. “That is odd. Where would they get that idea?”

You shake your head. “I have no idea …”

Later, after the last practice session of the day, you wander into Ferrari hospitality for a quick cup of coffee. Carlos quickly spots you and makes a beeline over, cheeks flushed with excitement.

“I just saw the photos of Charles wearing his new jacket.” He says. “A mini Leclerc on the way, how wonderful! Congratulations to you both.”

“What? No, there’s no …” you start to protest, but Carlos is already walking away.

Charles comes up beside you, having overheard. “This is getting out of hand,” he mutters. “We need to clear this up.”

“I know!” You say. “I feel bad, they all seem so excited. They must think we’re hiding a pregnancy from them.”

An idea comes to you then. Turning to Charles, you say loudly, “Honey, why don’t we go introduce the baby to everyone? I know they’re all just dying to meet him!”

Charles catches on immediately, smiling slyly. “Of course! Let’s go get our little one right now.”

You nod, linking your arm through his. As you walk away, you hear gasps and murmurs behind you.

“They already had the baby? When did this happen?”

“I can’t believe they’ve been hiding it all this time!”

You have to stifle a laugh. Charles grins and squeezes your hand.

In his driver’s room, your puppy is napping contentedly on a plush dog bed. Charles scoops him up gently so as not to wake him. Cradling the pup, you both head back out to the hospitality suite.

Everyone turns to look at you eagerly as you enter. Carlos steps forward, craning his neck to see the bundle in Charles’ arms.

“Here he is!” You announce proudly. “Our baby boy!”

Charles turns so they can see the sleeping dachshund nestled against his bomber jacket. A shocked silence falls over the room.

“Wha … that’s not a baby!” Carlos splutters. “That’s a dog!”

You and Charles just shrug with matching sly smiles. “He’s our baby.”

As the puppy yawns and stretches in Charles’ arms, licking his chin affectionately, you know with certainty that your furry new addition will be showered with just as much love and adoration as you both share for one another.

Who could ask for anything more?

[dollfacefantasy]

Can't Help It

pairing: dbf!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your dad's coworker needs a housesitter, but the house isn't the only thing you'll be sitting on (haha pls laugh)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, oral (m receiving), age gap (i imagine early 20s/late 30s), both reader and leon are kinda pervy but not in a skeevy way <3

word count: 5.3k

a/n: hi hi i am back! this was such a pain to write for no reason, but as always, i hope people enjoy. i'm not sure what trope this really falls under, it's probably more accurate to say dcw (dad's coworker), but we'll go with dbf for convenience. i might make a part 2 of this idk. also, i know the header images are really giving graphic design is my passion but... it is what is lol. as before, thank you for all the support on my last fics. if you reblogged or commented, i'm giving you a smooch rn. and just wanna say that i do take requests. if anyone is interested, don't be shy ;) any who, feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

When your dad’s new coworker asked if you’d be interested in housesitting for some easy money, you couldn’t find a reason to say no. Agent Kennedy, like your father, traveled for work a lot. Often gone for weeks at a time, he needed someone to watch the place and take care of menial tasks like getting the mail and watering the plants. It paid well and all you had to do was basically live in his house.

You had met him several times in passing before he offered you this job, and he was always nice to you. He would say hi when you’d come down for a snack while he talked to your dad in the living room. He’d ask how college was and about the different classes you were taking. One time he even told you about some old band he liked that he thought you would too. And that was all great.

But what was even better was that he was fine as fuck.

You had a fat crush on him from the moment you were introduced. The way his eyes pierced right through you but in the softest way. How his lips curled into a knowing smile while his hand gripped yours in a firm shake. The way he said “pretty name for a pretty girl” when you told him your name. From any other middle-aged man, that would have been so corny and had you internally shriveling up. But from him… you had to fight the urge to get on your knees then and there.

He’d approached you about watching his house, saying something about how there had been some nearby break-ins in empty houses and it would be a good way for you to get some spending money and blah blah blah. You were on board as soon as the opportunity to have more of him in your life presented itself.

Unfortunately, it was the nature of housesitting that you rarely saw your employer. You would see him when you showed up and when he came home and that was it. But those moments were enough to sustain your delusion.

The first time you came over, you walked into the house, glancing around the den of the man who enraptured you. It was pretty basic, but you figured that not being home a lot would be the reason for that. When you were done trying to psychoanalyze him from looking around his house, he gave you your own set of keys with a wink that had you blushing an embarrassing amount.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said softly.

“Call me Leon, Sweetheart,” he replied.

You had to look away to conceal your giddy smile. You didn’t think he noticed the effect he had on you. Or if he did, he didn’t care about your pitiful infatuation. But other times, you could have sworn he did this kind of thing on purpose.

Your first stint in the house went smoothly. You made sure to do everything he asked and even cleaned up the place a little bit. When he returned from wherever his work had taken him that time, he seemed impressed to your delight. He looked around, making small talk with you before writing your check.

“You get up to anything crazy while I was gone?” he said, smirking as he scribbled his signature on the small rectangle.

“Yeah, I was real wild - I brought out your vacuum for probably the first time.”

He laughed, handed you the check, and teasingly purred “good girl.” 

Now, he may have been joking, but your panties nearly soaked through with arousal regardless. You yet again hid your revealing expression as you said a timid goodbye and headed out to your car. You were shifting your thighs together the whole ride home, fantasizing about being a good girl for Agent Kennedy so he would relieve that ache between your legs that clouded your thoughts.

Honestly, all of this made you feel pretty pathetic. Lusting after your father’s coworker, now technically your boss, who was a good fifteen years older than you. Blushing and squirming every time he said something more than ‘hi.’ Weren’t you better than this? But then you’d see those thick biceps and mysterious eyes, and the answer in your mind would be a resounding no.

Because honestly, you weren’t better than this, you were so much worse. After the good girl incident, you decided that if he didn’t want you yet, he would. You would make sure of it. From then on, every time you were housesitting, you wore your most revealing outfits, did your hair all pretty, and even tried special perfume so you’d smell extra nice.

But none of it seemed to work. He kept up his regular teasing and charm, but to your dismay, he hadn’t railed you on that sad leather couch in the living room. You tried to convince yourself that his gazes lingered longer and that his touches were more strategic, but that felt like reach even for you. 

It was so frustrating. What more could you do? You touched his arm while he spoke. You laughed harder at his corny jokes. You even hugged him once or twice when you could justify it. You tried to drop hints every way you could without literally just trying to seduce him, and he did not seem to care. You nearly gave up. You decided that maybe you should just cut your losses and spare yourself the humiliation. Leave yourself with some dignity and resign to just being his housesitter.

You would have done this if not for the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed while he’s gone.

His house was meant for one person. It didn’t have a guest room. He told you on your first gig that you were obviously allowed to sleep in his bed since the alternative was the aforementioned sad leather couch in the living room. He told you to bring whatever you needed to be comfortable - sheets, blankets, pillows - since you’d be there for weeks at a time.

At first, it was too weird. It made you feel dirty, sleeping in his bed while harboring your secret carnal desires. But goddamn, that couch in the living room was uncomfortable. You stuck it out for the first time, but the second time you housesat, you relented and dragged your belongings back to the room you’d forbidden yourself from knowing. 

His bedroom, like the rest of the house, is pretty blank, but there’s a little more personality here. It made you feel like such a stalker, but you couldn’t help making observations, right? You got to see the type of cologne he wore, the few dusty books he kept next to his bed, what kind of stuff he crammed in the nightstand drawers. It sounded creepy, but you just had curiosity, right?

You set yourself up in his queen size bed, draping the plush blanket you brought with you across the mattress. The bed was comfy enough, but the absolute best part, the part that kept your fantasies alive and well, was the way the sheets smelled like him.

You nearly moaned when you took a deep breath, filling your nose with that familiar scent. It gave you such a rush pushing your face into those smooth gray linens. It was so wrong, but you couldn’t help shamefully slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts to play with your swollen clit. You clutch the sheets in your fists as you writhe on the bed, whining as you fantasize about your special agent.

Leon had gone years leaving his house desolate without an issue. All that nonsense about potential burglaries and spending money for you had been total bullshit. It’s not like there was anything of value in his house anyway. Those excuses served only as a way to get more of you in his life. He thought housesitting was a happy middleground, a tether to you without being obvious about his motivations.

Ever since he saw you for the first time, heading out your front door, offering a timid ‘nice to meet you,’ he had been hooked. You bewitched him with your sweet temperament, that soft laugh when he told you bad jokes, those gorgeous eyes projecting all the emotions in that pretty head of yours. God, you were so fucking cute.

You made him feel like a dirty old man, sick and perverted for coveting his colleague’s daughter. The embarrassment he felt within himself when he’d notice he was staring at your tits or imagining how your soft lips would look wrapped around his cock was immeasurable. Even though the guilt boiled inside him, he couldn’t stop himself. He craved you. He started finding more opportunities to visit your house, hoping he could steal a few moments of your time. That’s when he knew enough was enough.

Having you as his house sitter worked perfectly. He could have his moments with you without feeling too disgusted with himself. Even though he liked to tease every so often, he kept it friendly. He noticed that you, on the other hand, seemed to be doing everything to change that.

He wasn’t a fool. He could see the changes in your appearance. Those skimpy outfits you’d flaunt yourself in drove him crazy. The way you’d playfully roll your eyes and brush his arm had his cock twitching in his pants. It was becoming all the more tempting to spread you out on the dining table and take what he wanted. But he still wrestled with that part of himself that said to not take it too far. That you deserved better.

That was until you started sleeping in his bed.

He had come home after your second gig, given you your check, and sent you on your way quickly because he was exhausted from his mission. He went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed. He could tell the sheets had been freshly washed by the soft feel, but also because you were always going above and beyond to please him. Despite the recent cleaning, he swore to himself he could smell some of your perfume on them.

He looked like a madman, smelling his bed sheets for the faintest hit of that scent. He groaned, picturing you lying here, your beautiful body sprawled out on his bed. He inhaled deeper while conjuring images of your unkempt hair and sleepy eyes. It wasn’t long until his dick sprung to life as he saw images of you with one of his pillows between your legs, whimpering as you drag your dripping cunt back and forth along the fabric. He couldn’t help the need to desperately pump his cock to sinful visions of his precious girl.

This morning it’s about six when Leon unlocks the front door and quietly walks inside. He completed his mission hours before. He was tired, but it had been short, only about a week, and relatively easy. He told you he would be home in the evening, but he’d finished earlier than expected.

He trudges through the house and down the hall to his bedroom, collapsing in bed at the forefront of his mind. It’s not until he reaches the door and hears your deep breathing that it occurs to him that his bed is currently occupied. He gently pushes the door open and walks in, planning on rousing you so you could get your money and be on your way. When he sees you though, that plan vanishes from his mind.

The sight of you nearly melts him into a puddle. He pads closer to the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your shiny hair is draped across the pillow as you lie on your stomach with one leg hiked up. Your arms rest close to your face, their raised position causing your t-shirt to ride up and allowing him to see your waist. The blanket was tangled between your legs, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the junction of your thighs covered only by those thin panties you wore.

Despite your beauty, he controls himself. He pulls the blanket over your lower body and sits beside you to contemplate his next move. He came up with a few different things he could do, but all he wanted right now was to watch you sleep. He felt like such a creep, but you looked heavenly in this state. His ears strained to hear those delicate exhales coming from your parted lips.

He could just go sleep on the couch until you woke up. He could just wake you up and offer to let you stay until you had your bearings. Or he could just let himself enjoy this a little more.

He wanted to wake you though. He wasn’t fully sure of what he was doing, but if there was any part of you that had reservations he wanted to know. It would rip his heart to shreds if he frightened you somehow. He begins rubbing your back in long soothing strokes. He makes small circles with his fingers every so often. You stir a little, but don’t wake.

He continues his ministrations, smiling at your sleeping form. He uses his other hand to brush your hair from your face. He strokes the locks away from your closed eyes before leaning closer to you. He can smell that familiar scent that had driven him to humping the sheets for the last few months.

“Hey Angel, need you to wake up for me,” he coos in your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your head.

It slowly registers inside your unconscious mind that you aren’t dreaming. Actual fingers are coasting along your back. An actual voice is coaxing you back to reality.

A low hum emits from your throat as you shift to face the source of your disturbance. Your eyes open, still heavy from sleep, and Leon enters your field of vision. For a second, you wonder if you’re still dreaming.

“There she is,” he whispers, giving you that charming smile. He runs his fingers along your jaw and tilts your chin to turn your face completely in his direction.

You feel your brain malfunctioning as he floods your senses. The morning light coming through the window illuminating him as he looks down at you. The deep timbre of his voice speaking to you. His rough fingertips dragging across the smooth expanse of your cheek.

Soon as your eyes come into focus and your mind clears the fog of sleep a little, you grasp enough of the situation to feel a jolt of panic. It felt like you woke up late for school. You shoot up in bed and look at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Oh my God, Leon, I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight. I’ll be ready in a minute. Just-” you ramble. You go to fling the blanket off of you, but remember you didn’t wear shorts to bed. You have to sit there, looking at him as you feel heat creeping to your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he cuts you off with a quiet chuckle, gently catching your arm when you sit up, “I finished a little early. You don’t need to rush out the door. I figured you’d still be asleep.”

The look in his eyes soothes you. He has that rugged, worn out look that he gets when he comes back from missions. Your heart rate falls back down to normal levels, but your eyes still cast downwards, a little embarrassed he’d caught you unprepared. His fingers trail up and down your arm, and you shift a little to try and hide the fact that your nipples are hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be up in a few though. I know you’re probably tired,” you say, giving him a sheepish smile.

He moves so that he’s further on the bed with you. He lays back on the pillows and looks up at you, rubbing your back how he was before you woke up. 

“Mmmm, I am, but you still don’t need to rush. I’m not gonna complain about a sweet thing like you warming my bed,” he says, that teasing smile spreading across his face and his fingers starting to trace patterns exclusively on the small of your back.

Your eyes flit away as your own smile grows on your face. How were you supposed to be normal about this? You look down at your hands in your lap and mutter a thank you.

“Honey, you really don’t need to be so shy all of the sudden,” he says softly, but there’s a smug lilt to his voice as well. You bite your lip as his hand begins fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

He can’t help the smirk and predator-like glint in his eyes that form at your reaction. This was it. That little smile and refusal to meet his eyes was all he could stand. He was closing in now. The flirtation between you two had gone on long enough. He wanted this, and if you wanted it too, his mind couldn’t find a reason to deny the two of you any longer.

“Sweetheart, if you have something to tell me, you can come out and say it. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he says as he reaches up to pull your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face, “And, lately I’m starting to think that’s what you want.”

You look over to him now, your eyes staring into his. Your limbs feel weak, disbelief coursing through your veins. Your thoughts stampede through your mind, but you eventually force the words from your throat.

“I think I want that too,” you breathe. Your heart seizes at his brows playfully rising. You lay down on the bed, resting on your side so that you and Leon are face to face. Your pulse thunders in your ears while you try to conceal how shaky your breathing is.

He scooches over to you, pushing you on to your back and propping himself on his elbow so he’s positioned above you. He leans down and presses two faint kisses to your cheeks. Pulling back, he looks into your eyes and strokes your cheek again with the same soft and slow movements.

“Think, babydoll? I think you know what you want,” he whispers, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, “I think you’ve known for a while. Wearing all those cute little outfits, prancing through my house and brushing against me like a kitten. You were just begging for my attention.”

You squirm slightly under the spotlight of his affection. Somehow, you maintain eye contact even though every cell in you feels the urge to look away. Part of your mind wonders if he’s still teasing. If he’s about to pull away and leave you wanting.

Before you could overthink anymore, his head lowers to the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath of you as he moves himself further on top. 

“Now, you’ve got it, but all you had to do, sweet thing, was ask,” he says as his mouth ghosts over your neck, “That’s all you have to do right now. Just want to hear that you want me as bad as I want you.”

“Yes,” you whimper without a second thought, “Please touch me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hums as he begins kissing your neck. The kisses are soft. They’re barely there, but they’re overwhelming to you. You can’t help the pathetic sound that leaves your lips as you tilt your head back. The hand that had been touching your face trails down to your waist and begins caressing your side under your shirt.

His tongue gently laps against the skin of your neck between kisses. Your whole body is starting to heat up while simultaneously getting chills. Every inch of you aches for his touch. Your thighs subconsciously spread as your breathing becomes heavier.

Leon lets out a small laugh at your display. “You must really want this Baby. Just a few kisses and rubs and you’re already mine,” he murmurs as his lips move up your neck and down your jaw. He kisses your lips next, giving your bottom lip a little nip.

Another needy sound escapes your mouth. You return the kiss and flick your tongue against his lips. “I do, wanted this since I met you,” you moan, your body writhing for more.

“Naughty girl,” he teases against your lips, “That’s okay though, Angel. I’m the same way. Wanted a handful of these pretty tits since I saw you.” His hand moves up and kneads your breast. His fingers massage the flesh before centering and pinching your nipple. 

You whine and arch into his touch. Your eyes flutter as your face contorts with desire. He slides over you, straddling your waist. He stares down at you and takes in what was finally in his grasp. He coos for you to sit up a little while he pulls your shirt off of you. You comply and then flop back against the pillows. Now exposed from the waist up, his eyes feel even more intense. He’s locked on to the view of your tits.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he mutters, “Even better than I imagined.” His hands cup the sides of your breasts, groping them a bit. You can now see his cock beginning to strain against his jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight, but it’s gone when he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circles the peak before lapping against it, drawing more whines from you. Your body arches into his touch while his hands never let up their fondling. You take your lip between your teeth again. He moves to give the other nipple the same treatment, leaving the other one cold as the air touches the saliva-coated skin.

He plays with your breasts for a while more before drifting down your abdomen, lavishing your stomach with kisses. He squeezes your waist as he playfully tugs the hem of your panties with his teeth. He looks up at you deviously. “Your nipples were so hard, I bet your pussy’s fucking soaked for me.”

All you can do is nod, any verbal response tangled up in your esophagus. He leans back on his knees and swiftly pulls the garment off. His pupils seem blown out as he gets a look at your cunt. He pushes your thighs to your stomach, spreading you out for his gaze. You felt so exposed, at his mercy as he held you there and just looked at you. Your arms reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Wanna see you too,” you whimper with pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” he says with a soft smile. He leans back and pulls his shirt off. It takes everything in you to hold back a gasp. “Been fantasizing about me, have you?”

Your eyes rake along his chiseled abdomen, drinking in every line and shadow of his muscular frame. You reach out and pull him back on top of you. His grin grows, and he indulges you. You connect your mouths again, this time sliding your tongue inside his. He groans at your sudden eagerness. He runs his hand through your hair while you feel up his back, exploring the definition there.

You give him a little push, signaling that you want to roll over. His body flips over and takes you with him so that you’re positioned how you wanted. You make out for a minute more until you pull back, looking at him with your lustful eyes and swollen lips.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you say simply, sliding down his body so that you’re lying between his legs. You nuzzle against the bulge in his pants before unzipping them and tugging them down.

His eyes follow your every movement. He pets your head as you rub your face against the outline of his dick. He tilts his head back and lets out a sigh. 

“That’s a good girl, just gotta give you some love and then you loosen up, don’t you?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you hum. You kiss his solid length over the cloth of his boxers. Then, finally, what you had been waiting for since meeting Leon. You loop your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and pull them down, unveiling his beautiful cock.

You wrap your fingers around it, just an exploratory touch. You feel the veins in your hold and the heat radiating from his shaft. You slowly bring your head to the tip to give him some tiny licks. Your eyes dart to his face, looking for approval.

Leon’s chest ached from the way you were looking at him like he was a god. When your tongue sticks out and your eyes return his stare, he nods at you and keeps stroking your hair. Your lips soon wrap around the tip, and you bob your head a little. He groans and his hips twitch.

“That’s a good girl, baby. Good fucking girl,” he moans as your head slides further down his member. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling a little.

The praise only makes you more enthusiastic. You move up and down with more speed, making lewd slurping noises as you work. His hand on your head and his sounds of pleasure has heat collecting in your belly, leaking out of your dripping pussy.

His head rests against the head board as he watches you with half-open eyes. His eyes squeeze shut and his body tenses as you push your head all the way down, taking him into your throat. Spit trickles from your mouth and drips on to his pelvis.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpers, tugging on your hair a little. You taste his pre cum leaking on your tongue. A gagging noise comes from you and his hips twitch harder. He barely restrains himself from bucking up and lodging himself deeper in your throat. You moan around his cock, driving him even crazier. He feels the rush of an orgasm approaching and tugs your hair with more firmness, guiding your head up and off his lap. You whine softly as you lose the taste of him.

“Sorry, pretty girl, don’t wanna cum just yet,” he says.

You crawl back up his body, so you’re in his arms again. You kiss his cheeks and the corners of his mouth as he rolls the two of you over so he’s on top again. He connects your lips in a deep kiss, tasting himself on you as he drags the tip of his cock through your slippery folds.

He doesn’t tease for long though. Soon enough, he’s pushing himself into your tight cunt. You both let out a symphony of sinful noises. Leon watches as your face contorts with pleasure as he stretches you out. You both felt a budding sense of satisfaction after finally receiving what you craved for the last several months.

He bottoms out inside of you. His head falls forward against your neck. He pants as he holds himself together and lets you adjust, keeping an iron grip on your hips. Your fluttering around him as you accommodate his girth. Your nails lightly dig into his back while you cling to him.

He begins thrusting with slow and deep strokes. You moan out his name a few times with a variety of expletives. He keeps his face buried in your neck, grunting as he feels the velvety sensation of your walls around his length. His motions become more fluid as he finds a rhythm with you.

“That’s right Angel, better than your dreams?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you whimper, “So much better. Think your cock was made for me.”

“That so, Baby? I’m made to fill up a precious girl like you? Keep you happy and full of cum,” he growls into your neck, his thrusts gaining intensity.

You nod thoughtlessly as he continues battering your insides, gliding over your sweet spot repeatedly.Your arms wrap tighter around him as you feel yourself getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your noises become more strained as Leon lays sloppy kisses on the side of your head.

He hooks his arms underneath your knees and brings your thighs up to your abdomen again. His arm loops around and thumbs your clit as he slams himself in and out. Your back arches and you squirm from the rush of white hot pleasure. You’re right there, not able to hold on for much longer.

“I’m gonna have you so full of my cum today, it’s gonna be dripping out of you still the next time you’re here,” he grunts into your ear, “Make sure your pussy remembers me till I can fill her again.”

His vulgar words rip a high pitched moan from your throat and cause your eyes to roll back. “Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Squeeze me nice and tight,” he moans, his own voice getting strained.

You do as he says. The orgasm overtakes you. You release a strangled cry as your body rhythmically rolls into the feeling. Your pussy clamps around Leon tight, sucking him deep and keeping the attention on that blissful spot. The thrill of satisfaction rushing through your mind only works you further. Your eyes flutter and your lips part as you completely let go.

As he watches you cum, he notes that it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The sight of your gorgeous body writhing and trembling because of him. The primal sounds of your moans and cries. It’s too much for him. He growls and grunts into your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He snaps even harder into you and floods you with his sticky, hot cum.

You both ride the waves of euphoria together until you both start coming down. He basically collapses on you as he catches his breath and you wipe the sweat from your brow. After a minute, he pushes himself off of you and flat on to the bed next to you. He gazes at the ceiling as his chest continues to rise and fall with the need for more oxygen.

You sit up slowly, realizing he probably wants you gone now. Like he said, you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to grab your panties from the corner of his bed. This is how you expected it to be, but it still hurt a little. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. Your pulling them back on when your snapped out of your thoughts by Leon’s arm around your waist, dragging you to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks teasingly, spooning you and softly kissing beneath your ear, “You got what you wanted and now you’re running out?”

“Oh, uhhh… I thought you’d want me to leave,” you say quietly.

He guides your face so you’re looking at him. His eyes are still soft but more serious. “You think I would just fuck you and then throw you out on your ass? You’ve been sleeping in my bed for months, but you don’t know me as well as you think,” he says and kisses your nose, “You don’t have anywhere to be today, yeah? You thought you’d be here till later anyway.”

You nod in agreement, your eyes casting down with some embarrassment over your assumption.

“Hey, don’t get all shy on me now. There’s no reason for it,” he teases, “We have all day for me to show you how I want to take care of you. Just give me a moment, I’m not as young as I use to be.”

[gyuwoncheol]

Ride Of Your Life

Pair: Wonwoo x f.reader

Genre: Smut. 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: in which Wonwoo asks you to ride him.

Warnings: pwp, Dom!Wonwoo, daddy kink, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), cock riding, creampie, spanking, ass squeezing, overstimulation, dacryphilia, breast play, dirty talk, praise, degradation, use of pet names (baby, angel). So NOT proofread because this was written in a mad horny rush.

WC: 1.2k

Author's note: lol surprise!!! Self indulgent pwp caused by the gif below because what do you mean this is exactly how dom! Wonwoo would look at you as you climb on top of his lap? 👀🥵

“Cmon, angel. Don’t make me wait.”

Your feet move on its own accord, following your boyfriend’s instructions from a few seconds ago: “get on my lap and have the ride of your life.”

Your legs are shaking as your knees cage his thighs so you steady yourself with a hand on his wide shoulders. Wonwoo couldn’t keep his eyes off you, following your every move, noticing how you’ve so easily slipped into your sub tendencies. You kneel upright and when your eyes catch his blown out pupils, you quickly look away.

“Eyes on me,” he commands in a deep voice, a hand on your waist while the other tilts your chin to reconnect with his gaze. His touch was gentle yet fiery, and the way he looked at you with so much hunger had your panties sticking to your folds.

Your boyfriend’s hands leave you for a moment to unzip his pants, fishing out his hard member and pumping it with his right hand. Your jaw hangs open at the sight of the precum oozing out of his slit, your saliva pooling quickly in your mouth. “Want this?” Wonwoo asks with a smirk.

You nod eagerly, “always want your cock, daddy.”

That’s all Wonwoo needed to hear before his hands hike your dress up and pull your panties to the side. His fingers immediately dip and swipe through your sopping folds, “so wet, baby. Looks like you don’t need prep anymore,” he states and withdraws his fingers only to stick them in your mouth.

You oblige and taste yourself on his digits, making sure to swirl your tongue before releasing them with a loud pop. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”

You were thankful Wonwoo was more receptive of your request today, it was rare for him to comply without edging you at least two more times first but you suppose your little black dress for the night did the trick.

“O-oh my goood,” you shudder when he lowers you onto his dick. The slide is easy but slow as he holds onto your waist. “Fuuuck,” you squeak, shutting your eyes and willing the painful burn to go away fast.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so well baby,” Wonwoo praises and you lower yourself further to take on another inch of him. He could feel your nails dig on the skin of his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind.

“Daddy, kiss me please,” you cry, looking for any form of distraction. Your boyfriend wastes no time, joining his lips with yours in a messy kiss, tongue already tangled with yours. You were so lost in it that you had easily sunk down on him bit by bit, only realizing you’ve bottomed out when Wonwoo lets out a long groan.

He gives you time to adjust to his size, pushing out the straps of your dress to expose your boobs. “Mine,” he claims before sucking harshly on your nipple, causing you to jerk forward in surprise.

“Fuck, so good!”

“Yeah? Like it, baby?” He toys with your other nipple with his fingers, watching you nod in agreement. “My dirty little girl, show daddy how you ride.”

You’re panting at his encouragement, pleasure finally washing over you. You lift yourself up until his head almost slips out and then sink back down in one fell swoop. A chorus of moans echo in the living room and your boyfriend squeezes your waist tighter when you grind down on him.

“God, you’re so hot when you’re like this,” he spurs you on and it’s effective because the next thing he knows, you’re bouncing on his cock like a woman possessed. Your boyfriend’s eyes are closed and head fallen back on the couch, delighting in the way you sheath his cock in your tight cunt repeatedly.

“D-daddyy, i’m g—“ you bottom out and bury your face on his neck when a strong orgasm overtakes you from behind. Wonwoo is quick to stabilize your shaking form, winding his long arms around your back before taking control of the situation.

“Wha– ah!” You squeak when he starts to roughly thrust up into you, not caring for any overstimulation you may be feeling, “sorry angel, daddy’s gotta cum too.”

“F-fuck! O-oh my god!” You pull on his hair when he reaches a certain depth within you. Wonwoo knows he’s hit your spot because the moan that rips out from your throat is breathless and desperate. “More, daddy! Please, harder!” You challenge, gyrating your hips on top of him.

“My dirty little slut!” Wonwoo chuckles darkly, a harsh spank landing on your ass before he squeezes the supple flesh, “can’t get enough of my cock, hm?”

You can’t even answer because his hand once again lands on your ass, a loud growl emitting from Wonwoo when he feels you clench impossibly tight.

“Fuck, this pussy’s all mine,” he claims while his thumb carelessly rubs on your clit. Your voice is hoarse when you scream his name, the pressure on your stomach coming back so quickly.

Wonwoo delivers one last slap to your ass before he holds you impossibly close and pistons up his hips into your soaking cunt. “My perfect little slut, all mine to fill hm? Will you let me fill you up, baby?”

“Please, daddy! fuck! Want all your cum inside!” You cry out loud, hot tears streaming down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling of his large cock bullying your most sensitive spot.

“Cum with me, baby. Cream my cock,” Wonwoo grunts, pushing all your weight down on his cock as he drives impossibly deep inside you and knocking the air out of your lungs. He repeats the motion twice before you wail out a silent cry, fireworks exploding in your vision as your second orgasm hits you like a truck.

Your boyfriend revels in your incoherent whines and your orgasm triggers his own, multiple profanities flying out his mouth as ropes of his thick hot cum fill your pussy to the point of overflow.

It takes a while before any of you come back to reality. You shudder every now and then when you feel Wonwoo’s cock twitch inside of you with yet another stream of release, “Babe, you’re cumming so much.”

Wonwoo laughs heartily at your statement, the crinkles in his eyes even appearing. “All for you, angel. Only you can do this to me.”

Oh Wonwoo, ever the flirt, you think and playfully slap his chest while you roll your eyes. It’s only at the feel of his shirt that you realise the state you’re both in.

“Did we really just have sex while fully clothed?”

Another laugh from your boyfriend and it squeezes your heart how quickly he turns into a soft happy fluff ball… or so you think.

“Seems like it,” Wonwoo shrugs, “but we can always fix that.”

“Yeah? How so?” You challenge with a clench of your pussy on his still very hard dick, but you instantly regret it when the sweet smile drops from Wonwoo’s face.

“If you’re not stripped naked in bed in sixty seconds, only I get to cum the next round.”

[thesassypadawan]

Spring Has Sprung (Master Anakin x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: This isn’t how you imagined your first time would be like. You thought it would be romantic, loving. That all changed though when your master was infected by a sex pollen during a mission. Taking what he’s always wanted, whether you like it or not, and…showing you a side of yourself that you never knew.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Sex pollen, hair pulling, rough sex, age gap implied (20 years), and Ani’s big dick. Padawan Reader is of age.

Notes: Happy First Day of Spring, lovelies!

“I’m sorry, angel… So sorry… I promise to make this up to you… To give you the moment you deserve…”

Despite his compassionate words, Anakin’s voice was low. Filled with lust, laced with darkness. A darkness that sent a chill down your spine, straight to your soaking core.

You let out a small whine as he slid in and out of you. Slow, teasing; pushing you further to your limit each time his hips pressed against yours.

With your ass high in the air, Ani kept his steady pace. Brushing your cervix with his tip, making you whimper…causing him to growl.

From the way his grip on your hips begins to tighten and how his thrusts grew more forceful. You could tell that what little of his self-control was quickly slipping away. That he would no longer be able to hold back. “Don’t be scared.”

This isn’t how you imagined your first time would be like. You had always pictured, had always hoped that it would be gentle…loving…the most romantic moment of your life. Instead it was being stolen away; stripped and reformed into something entirely different. Something more twisted and ugly. All thanks to the pollen…the pollen that had infected your master.

Well, at least one piece of your dream had come true…

He grabbed the back of your neck. Squeezing hard, enough to cause you to gasp out in pain and terror. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this?”

Organic hand moved higher, burying itself into your hair. “About the way you’d look beneath me.”

Pulling harshly, he yanked your head up. Hips now moving at a brutal speed. Length slamming into you over and over while you whined helplessly. “The feel of you clenching around my cock.”

Mecho hand slapped your ass painfully and you cried out. A small flame of pleasure igniting inside of you. “The sounds you’d make as I break in your tight, virgin pussy.”

A moan spilled from your lips. “Yes…please, yes.” That broke off in a high pitched mewl as his cold fingers brushed your clit.

You can practically hear the smirk in Anakin’s voice. “Please, huh? Please, what?” He pulled your hair roughly, the burn on your scalp sending shivers down your spine.

He pinched at your sensitive bud, swirling around it. Your walls fluttered in response and a gasp flew from your mouth. “Master! Please, master! Break me in and make me yours!”

“Better,” he grunted, tugging even harder. “Now tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the sting so overwhelmingly good. “You. It belongs to you.”

Removing his fingers, he lands another powerful smack on your ass. Pulling you up higher by your hair, he forces himself deeper. “What was that, padawan of mine? Couldn’t hear you.”

No words, all you manage to do is squeal in delight. Ani’s fingers were toying with your clit once more, his hips thrusting frantically. The sound of your obscene slapping only spurred you on, clinging to every inch of his rock-hard length,

Not answering him properly earned you a low, warning growl. Then a sharp tug, your neck snapping back. “Aargh! You, my pussy belongs to you!”

You felt his hot breath on your neck, followed by his teeth sinking into your shoulder. “That’s right, only your master’s. To cum and ruin whenever he pleases.”

No longer fighting your torn emotions, you let yourself get swept up in Anakin’s words. Your whole-body trembles, you clamp down hard. Fingers dig into the mattress and your toes curled. “Maaa…Master!” You wailed, your orgasm ripping though you.

Spent; you begin to fall forward, but are yanked back up. “Not yet! I’m not finished with you yet!”

His hand slid to your hip, squeezing it with a durasteel grip. He pounds into you without remorse. Bruising and abusing your poor cervix, while he chases after his own release.

It’s all too much, you’re so overstimulated. Tears stream down your face as the pain sets in. As the realization hits you…that you’re being used as nothing more than his personal cocksleeve. And maker help you, you have never been more aroused. “Cum! Cum, please! Want it! Need it!”

A loud groan filled the air. “Take it! Don’t you dare waste a single drop!” With one last forceful pull, he buried himself to the hilt. Cock twitching, shooting rope after thick rope deep inside of you. Filling you to the absolute brim.

Both panting, the hand in your hair slackened. Now gently massaging your poor overtaxed scalp. “I-I wasn’t too rough; was I, hatari?”

Anakin’s actions… His words… The pollen must have worn off...

Head tipping forward, you laughed softly. Relief with a hint of disappointment washing over you. “Nothing I-I couldn’t handle.”

Peace had fallen… Your Ani had returned to you… It was finally…

His grip began to tighten, hips slowly started to rock. And that voice; that voice filled with lust, laced with darkness muttered. “Good then you’ll be able to take much MUCH more.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @cacti5539, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie

[jo-com]

i need either like a separate thing or a part two to clingy where they get reunited again and everyone’s all just very cuddly !!! i LOVE clingy so so so much

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ➛ Home

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mieux

Summary: Part 2 of Clingy

Genre: Poly and fluff

Note: again just grammatical error and i just want to thank you for sending these requests cause i get more inspired to write because of these!!

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Time sure does slow down where you’re waiting for something to come back or in Alex and Charles’ case it’s definitely someone.

After learning of your return, they were nothing but bubbling with excitement. It’s been a month since they last saw you and it was gruesome—the days and nights spent with only the two of them only worsened the feeling of emptiness; even after doing everything they can to avoid thinking about you was no avail, nothing can truly replace your warm presence.

So when you told them the date of your flight back, Alex hurriedly added it to her calendar that was marked ‘Reunited at last’ with a big circle surrounding it.

It was quite silly but, if it means so much to her— it does to you too.

…

It was finally the day where you get to be by their sides. You were sadden to leave your home town but was delighted to meet your two lovers again— and nothing can beat the feeling of coming back to them.

…

They sat at the private section of the airport, waiting anxiously for your arrival. Alex was a nervous wreck—pacing back in forth to ease a little bit of her worries.

While on the other hand, Charles seated collectively; his eyes carefully following, Alex’s anxious pattering.

Their reaction to the situation was the complete opposite, but one thing that remains the same was the ache they both felt— longing for your presence to be back once again.

Charles sighed, ”Calm down mon amour, she’ll be here any minute now.”

She shook her head, not wanting to listen to Charles’ comforting yet not helping words.

With a heavy sigh, she threw her hands on the air and like a kid on a tantrum she sat by Charles’ side with a grunt. “I just worry that she haven’t eaten yet, you know how she hates airplane food.”

“I do know that, i am her love too. chérie, calme-toi, d'accord? (Sweetheart, calm down okay?)”

“Je sais, je sais, je vais me calmer (i know, i know, I’ll calm down)”

Charles tutted, “Come here, mon cœur”, his tone laced with concern for his lover— gesturing for her to come lean on his body for support. He knows what Alex is going through and it pains him to see her like that; he always was the stronger one between the two of them.

Alex closed her eyes and succumbed to his embrace— coming in closer to feel at ease and finding comfort.

The noises that was once deafening were now fading in the background, as the two of them find solace with one another. Not even hearing the announcement that boomed over the speakers.

“Wow, i am hurt that i am not included” a familiar voice spoke making their head look up faster than the seconds itself.

Y/n stood above them, towering their frames. Her smile radiated just like the sun does; it was infectious.

“I’ve missed you, my babies” she spoke, breaking the silence that lingered between the three of them. Their eyes still wide from her return— mouths agape from shock; they tried to say something but nothing came out.

So they did what any lovers do, they stood up and tackled y/n with a big tight hug. The grip they have on her showed how they truly missed her.

Y/n sighed contentedly; boy did she miss this,“calmez-vous mes amours, je ne vais plus repartir (come down my loves, i am not going to leave again)” she assured, patting their back and kissing their faces for assurance.

“Promise?” Alex asked, her tone dripped with worry as she hung her head down.

A soft smile tugged on y/n’s lips at alex’s gesture but nonetheless reciprocated her words.

The three of them then went home and enjoyed their moment together— the night ended with laughter and smiles as they reunited with one another. I am happy to say that y/n never left that long again.

…

Sorry if this is super short and took me a long time to make, thanks for requesting!! Really means a lot to me💋💞

[hoshifighting]

heyy i hope you’re having a great day/night ✨

i was wondering if u could do an ot13 reaction to the reader having a tattoo on their booty cheek that represents them

ex: 🍒 for scoups and 🍊 for seungkwan

thank you and take care 🫶🏾

Seventeen's reaction, when you get a tattoo on your booty cheek, representing them.

Seungcheol: When Seungcheol sees the small cherry tattoo on your ass, he smirks, eyes darkening. "A cherry, huh? Just for me?" he murmurs, tracing the ink with his fingertips. The possessiveness in his gaze is unmistakable. He grabs your hips, pulling you close, and whispers in your ear, "Now, I have to make sure everyone knows who this belongs to." His touch turns rougher, spanking your ass lightly, "You're gonna remember this every time you see that tattoo."

Seungkwan: Upon seeing the cherry tattoo on your ass, Seungkwan blinks in surprise, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh, really? You went and inked my favorite fruit right there?" he chuckles, his eyes gleaming with delight. "And only for my eyes, huh? How flattering." His touch is mischievous and teasing, fingers running lightly over the tattoo, "Can't wait to show you just how happy this little tangerine makes me."

Jeonghan: When Jeonghan sees the delicate angel wings on your ass, a symbol of him, he chuckles softly, tracing the lines with his fingers. "You really did this for me?" he asks, his voice amused. "Guess I'll have to reward my angel properly," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. he makes sure you feel every moment of his appreciation for the tattoo.

Joshua: Joshua's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the small cross (or deer, idk) tattoo on your ass. "Oh my god! Y/N what is it?" he asks, his gentle demeanor doesn't stop him from gripping your hips tightly, pulling you against him. "Interesting choice of placement," he purrs, his fingers tracing a slow path around the inked design. "And just for me, huh? How flattering." he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Jun: Jun's reaction is immediate and intense when he sees the cat tattoo. "A cat? For me?" he says, he chuckles, maybe not believing. He wastes no time, his hands rough as they caress your skin. "You're gonna regret teasing me like this," he growls, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and bites over the tattoo.

Hoshi: Gets, REALLY turned on, and you know why. Hoshi's eyes light up with mischief when he spots the small tiger tattoo. "A tiger for your tiger, huh?" he teases, he grips your ass, squeezing it firmly, but also with care with the tattoo. "I'm gonna make you roar tonight," he promises, chuckling. (He would also accidentally end up talking about it in a circle of friends when he was drunk. – he could even cry, depending on the alcohol level in his blood.)

Wonwoo: Wonwoo for a moment can't believe you did that, he even thinks it's a fake tattoo, as he runs his fingers over the tattooed skin. "You're crazy..." "You really are something," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. – Now loves every position where he can see the tattoo on your ass.

Mingyu: His reaction is a mix of surprise and arousal when he notices the tattoo. "You got this tattoo just for me?" he chuckles, but the playful tone quickly shifts as his eyes darken. "You’re so naughty," he says. He leans in, biting the skin around the tattoo lightly, making you gasp. "I'll have to show you how much I appreciate it," he whispers, his hands sliding over your body, making sure you know exactly how much the tattoo turns him on.

Woozi: Woozi's eyes widen when he sees the musical note tattoo. "You didn't..." he asks mouth opened, with flushed cheeks. His hands are delicate, pulling you against him. "Guess I'll have to play you like my favorite instrument," he whispers, kissing your neck.

Minghao: "Now, I know you're a bit impulsive, Y/N," Minghao whispers, his words half-teasing, half-admonishing. "But a tattoo, really? You do realize it stays on your skin forever, don't you? And just for me?" The slight scold is tempered by his shy giggling, a sign that any faux exasperation is just for show. He touches the tattoo, his touch soft and tender. "It does look beautiful though, and knowing it's a mark just for me...well, it's cute."

Seokmin: As Seokmin takes in the tattoo, his eyes grow wide with surprise and excitement. He gasps dramatically, his mouth forming an exaggerated "O" shape. "Oh my goodness! It's so cute!" he exclaims. He playfully reaches out to touch the tattoo, giggling uncontrollably, his touch delicate and playful. "I can't believe you actually got this cute cherry! It's the most adorable thing ever!" He jumps up and down, unable to contain his joy and enthusiasm.

Vernon: He reaches out, tentatively touching the ink, gently pressing his fingers against your skin to see if it's real. You wince slightly, the sensation of his touch registering on your skin. His eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as he realizes the tattoo is indeed real, and that you have marked yourself with it for him. "Oh my gosh…you actually did it," he whispers in disbelief.

Chan: As you and Chan enter the bathroom, because 'you needed to show him something'. You lower your pants, revealing the tattoo on your ass. Chan's eyes widen, and he inhales sharply, before he can respond, he bites his knuckles, a quiet gesture of shock. He quickly turns away, allowing himself a moment to process the sight before him.

[yxngbxkkie]

like father, like son (h.h)

i saw this cute tik tok of a little boy and needed to write something 🫢 it's short but it's cute as fuck 🥹 dad!hyunjin would be so adorable! i hope you like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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You're sitting on the picnic blanket you and Hyunjin brought, munching on some grapes as you watch him and Jun playing. You find yourself smiling in between bites, really glad that your baby boy shares Hyunjin's features the most.

“So cute,” you whisper to yourself, reaching for your phone to capture a photo. You grab Hyunjin's camera after, peeking through the viewfinder before taking another.

You go back to eating grapes after, humming in delight at the taste. The three of you are out celebrating Jun's second birthday, and Hyunjin had suggested going on a picnic.

“Hyune,” you call out your husband's name, gaining the taller man's attention. “Bring him over to eat!”

“Okay!” He yells back to you before crouching beside his son.

You shuffle through the picnic basket, grabbing the food you prepared for Jun. You set it on a plate for him, looking up to see if they are coming.

Jub runs towards you, a stem in his hands to which you assume was a dandelion beforehand. Your heart flutters in your chest as he runs up to you.

“Oh,” Jun mutters, noticing the empty stem.

“I love it, baby,” you giggle, taking the stem from him anyway.

He looks up at his father, who brought another one with him. Hyunjin crouches beside him and hands him the dandelion. “Give it to momma,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear, meeting your gaze.

His dark eyes light up, and he holds it out to you. “Why thank you, baby,” you grin, taking the flower into your hands.

Jun takes a couple of steps forward, being cautious of the food on the blanket before kissing your cheek. You pout slightly, feeling your heart bursting at his affection.

“I love you so much,” you whine, setting the dandelion down before kissing his chubby little cheeks. “Eat, okay?”

He nods his head and sits down beside you, grabbing the food items on his plate. Hyunjin sits on your other side and nudges your side. You glance over to him and notice the single rose between his fingers.

“This one's from me,” he whispers, planting a couple of kisses on your cheek.

“Is it make mommy cry today?” You ask while taking the red rose.

Hyunjin laughs, and he shakes his head. “We just wanted to show our appreciation for you, angel,” he tells you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“God, I love you,” you kiss his lips once, resting your forehead on his.

“I love you, too. So much that it hurts my heart,” he whispers while bringing your hand to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat.

“Momma,” Jun calls out to you, capturing both you and Hyunjin's attention. You look over at your son, seeing him hold one of his grapes out to you.

You lean away from your husband, getting closer to the little boy. “I've already had some grapes, baby. You eat it,” you usher him, running your fingers through his hair.

Hyunjin takes some pictures of the two of you, wanting to capture this sweet moment. Jun continues to hold the grape out, wanting you to take it anyway. He grunts cutely, moving his arm up higher.

“Fine, fine,” you giggle, taking the grape from his fingers. You bite into it, humming cutely at the two year old. “Thank you, my baby.”

“He's like you when you find something that tastes good,” Hyunjin laughs, grabbing some food from the basket.

You playfully roll your eyes as Jun kicks his feet, munching on the sandwich you made. “I take complete offense to that,” you mention, smacking his chest.

Hyunjin groans, rubbing his chest after. “I didn't say it was a bad thing! It's cute, angel,” he defends himself with a cute pout.

“Dada,” Jun interrupts your playful argument, making the two of you look at him again.

His eyes look up at his father, a grape between his tiny fingers. Hyunjin coos, clapping his hands a bit before moving to take it from him.

“Thank you, baby boy!” He says excitingly, kissing the top of his head before eating the grape.

You giggle at your husband's sounds, grinning at the man. “Is that how you look and sound when I do it?” You tease, reaching over to pinch his cheek.

A blush covers his cheeks, gently pushing your hand away from him. “Shut up, maybe,” he mumbles, earning another giggle from you.

“How did I get so lucky?” You question out loud, looking from Hyunjin to Jun.

His hand grabs a hold of your free hand as you mess with Jun's hair. “By just being you, angel. Jun's lucky to have a wonderful mother like yourself,” he whispers into your ear before placing one more kiss on your cheek.

~

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[thef1diary]

Kisses and Wishes | C. Leclerc

Summary: with the morning beginning with kisses, Charles ensures that your entire birthday is spent filled with love, laughter, and even more kisses.

— part of the Birthday Bash fics

warnings: overload on fluff 🫣

pairing: charles x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

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As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you stirred from your sleep to the gentle sensation of kisses peppering your face. Blinking groggily, you opened your eyes to find Charles, your boyfriend, leaning over you with a bright smile showcasing his dimples that you adored.

"Happy birthday, my love," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours tenderly.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his affection enveloping you. "Thank you, baby."

His smile widened as he leaned back slightly, revealing a tray of delicious breakfast delights laid out on the bedside table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of pancakes and berries, making your stomach growl in anticipation.

"I thought we could start your special day with a breakfast fit for royalty such as a princess like yourself," Charles said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You chuckled, “you know, just because you’re called the prince of Monaco, that doesn’t make me the princess.”

He frowned, “a prince is not a prince without his princess, I, of course, cannot live without you.” His words took you by surprise and you wondered just how many more times he would catch you by surprise today.

You looked at him fondly, slightly lost for words. Instead, you sat up in bed to admire the arrangement of various treats spread before you. "You're amazing, Charles. Thank you for this."

"It's my pleasure, darling," he replied before placing a kiss on your forehead. Sliding underneath the covers, he sat beside you and stated "now, let's dig in before it gets cold."

As you both enjoyed the delicious breakfast together, Charles couldn't resist stealing glances at you, his eyes filled with adoration. "I have something else planned for you today," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Oh? What is it?" you asked, intrigued.

"It's a surprise," he replied with a grin, "but I promise you'll love it."

While you were eager to discover all the surprises he had planned, you didn’t move a muscle after finishing breakfast since you were quite content laying beside your lover. His back rested against the headboard and you cuddled him; your arm looping with his.

He held your hand, tracing random shapes on your palm and simply just playing with your fingers. It was completely silent except for the birds chirping away outside your window. Hearing those sounds, both of you turned your heads to look out the window.

Moments later, Charles became restless as he wanted to take you towards the next surprise. “Ma cherie, why don’t you go change and then I can show you the surprise?” Humming in response, you began moving away but before you could walk away completely, he pulled you back.

“Don’t go without a kiss.” He closed his eyes as you leaned into him, pressing a brief kiss to his lips before walking away and leaving him wanting more.

He remained seated on the bed until you had finished getting dressed. Then, he stood up and took your hand to lead you on a journey throughout the house. Your eyes widened as you saw the decoration he had done, making you wonder when he left your side to do it all.

Balloons filled with helium had covered the entire ceiling and when you stood in the middle of the room, you noticed something else. Each balloon had a ribbon tied to it, but the end of the ribbon held a little roll of paper.

“What’s this?” you asked, looking at Charles.

“Open it,” he simply instructed.

Unravelling a roll of paper, your jaw dropped as soon as you recognized Charles’ handwriting inside. You glanced at the other ribbons that adorned the love letters at the end, eyes welling up with tears when you realized that Charles had written over twenty letters for you.

“You’re insane,” you couldn’t help but comment, earning a laugh from him. “Only for you, my love.”

You had carefully read each letter, letting each word draw you further into Charles' ever-growing love that he had laid out for you. While reading the letters, a few tears fell down your cheeks. Charles quickly brushed them away, but he was still concerned that he had upset you. You shook your head, telling him that the sentiments he had clearly taken the time to write were what made the tears slide from your eyes.

He replaced each tear mark with kisses to your cheeks, and only stopped once he earned a giggle from you.

“C’mon, there’s more,” he held his hand out for you again and you easily grasped onto it. “There’s more?” you ask, surprised and slightly sad that you have to leave the balloons and letters behind for now.

He didn’t respond, only leading you down the hallway towards the trail of rose petals awaiting you. With a gasp, you glanced at Charles, who was already looking at your expression.

"Go ahead and follow it." Following you, he observed the petals he had previously scattered directing you to a little backyard picnic area where lunch was prepared. Along with other delectable snacks, a bottle of champagne was placed in a basket and a cozy blanket was spread out on the grass.

"This is amazing, Charles," you exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

"It's nothing compared to how amazing you are," he replied, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

As you settled onto the soft blanket, the gentle breeze playing with your hair, Charles disappeared momentarily, his steps light with anticipation. You gazed at him until he ventured inside the house, then shifted your attention to the sweet delicacies inside the picnic basket.

Moments later, he reappeared, cradling a tray but the content of it was out of your sight as you were seated on the floor.

“And for the grand finale…” with a flourish, Charles sat down in front of you to unveil the surprise, revealing a magnificent homemade cake that took your breath away.

The cake was a work of art, each layer meticulously crafted and adorned with swirls of frosting. Your name was written with a birthday message in a different color of icing that contrasted with the swirls on top. A single candle stood proudly atop the cake, its flame dancing gracefully in the breeze, casting a warm glow over the scene.

Your eyes widened in awe at the sight before you, overwhelmed by the beauty and thoughtfulness of Charles' gesture. It was clear that he had poured his heart and soul into creating this masterpiece, just for you. “It’s gorgeous, Charles,” you breathed.

He beamed with pride, setting the cake down before you. “Happy birthday, my love. Make a wish.”

You smiled, “I don’t need to, I already have everything I’ve ever wanted right here.”

It was his turn to feel the love, touched by your words that only made his smile widen, revealing his dimples again as he trapped his bottom lip with his teeth.

As you blew out the candle, Charles leaned in to place a tender kiss on your cheek. “Je t'aime, mon amour.”

By the end of the day you knew that your cheeks would hurt because of how much you’ve smiled, but maybe Charles could shower them in kisses until you felt better. You truly felt blessed to have Charles by your side. “I love you more. Thank you for everything, Charles, this is the best birthday ever.”

With a twinkle in his eye, Charles replied, “Anything for you, my love.”

As the afternoon sun bathed the backyard in a warm golden glow, Charles reached for the bottle of champagne nestled in the picnic basket. With a deft twist, he uncorked the bottle, releasing a satisfying pop that echoed through the air.

Pouring the effervescent liquid into two elegant glasses, he handed one to you with a tender smile. “To you, my birthday girl,” he said, raising his glass in a toast.

“To us,” you corrected, clinking your glass against his.

With a sense of contentment, you took a sip of the crisp champagne, the bubbles dancing playfully on your tongue. As you savored the refreshing taste, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude for the love and joy that Charles had brought into your life.

He recounted the stories of the whole day's preparation as you sat in the backyard together, enjoying the warmth of the sun and each other's company, occasionally sipping champagne and laughing.

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[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

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Warnings: Sexual themes at the Granville studio. Nothing explicit.

Season one

Chapter Eleven - Ruse to ruse

♡♡♡

Colin had brought you here, so he saw to it that he saw you home, though Benedict was a little reluctant. He kind of wanted to do it himself, but there wasn't time to argue and dawdle.

Anthony and Benedict would see Daphne home, Colin would take you, and Simon would need to go home and prepare himself for his future with Daphne.

Colin was good at riding. He handled the horse with perfection. You were home before your mother was even properly awake. He helped you off the horse, and you thanked him quickly, going around the back of the house knowing the servants would be up already.

Colin rode away before he was seen.

You dodged some maids as you returned to your room and quickly dressed down to make it look like you had been in bed the entire time.

You were lucky to get back when you did. A mere ten or fifteen minutes passed before your maid came into the room to wake you. You stretched and rose from the bed, relying on your acting to fool the poor girl into believing you hadn't been awake since before dawn.

She seems none the wiser as she tells you breakfast will be ready shortly and that your mother was awake.

Once you're up and dressed, you can act naturally. Everything that happens now is just the course of things. Daphne and Simon shall marry, she'll become a duchess, and Violet can set her sights on her next daughter, Eloise.

You enter the dining hall and see your mother already there, starting her breakfast. You join her with a smile.

"Good morning, dear."

"Good morning."

She seems none the wiser as to what you had been doing earlier that morning. For that, you are thankful. You tuck into your breakfast and pretend nothing had happened.

You've barely eaten when the butler comes in and announces you have a guest. You glance up at your mother with confusion. However, she looks thrilled.

"A caller?"

You don't even get to answer before she's up and heading toward the door to see who it was. You stand, too. Your mother returns moments later being followed by Benedict.

You look at him in confusion this time.

"Mr. Bridgerton, how delighted we are for your visit," your mother coos.

"An innocent visit, I assure you," he replies.

Your mother looks at you and tilts her head in his direction.

"What brings you to our door?" You ask, looking at Benedict.

"I thought I'd share the news. Daphne is engaged to the duke. She told mother this morning." He speaks slightly strained. Of course you already knew this information.

"How wonderful!" Your mother cheers.

"Yes. Very. Is she happy?" You ask, playing along.

"I'm sure they both will be." You catch the change of tone in his voice.

Silence settles between you both.

"Don't mind me," your mother says, returning to her seat at the table.

You sigh softly and turn to Benedict. "I'll show you out."

Your mother calls your name and then says, "so soon?"

"I'm sure Mr. Bridgerton was just delivering the good news in person. After all, they are my friends, mother."

You didn't give her time to answer before leading him out of the dining room. Benedict followed you to the door.

"What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I had to make sure you got home alright," he says softly.

"Colin brought me home."

"I know..."

You sigh softly and look up at him. "How is your mother coping?"

"She is pleased Daphne is marrying the duke. However, it would seem that Cressida Cowper may have seen them in the garden that night." He explains.

"Oh dear..."

"I'm sure all will be well, but we must keep our wits about us for now."

"Then why did you come here?"

"I told you. To make sure you got home."

"Do you not trust your brother?" You ask.

"Of course I do," he replies quickly. "I just wanted to see you."

You smile and then chuckle. "You worry too much. You should go home and be there for Daphne. She will need all the support she can get right now."

He sighs softly and nods. Benedict does leave immediately. He just looks at you. You're unable to read the expression on his face as you stare back at him in confusion.

He soon snaps out of his daze and takes his leave. You watch him go.

When you return to the dining room, your mother looks at you. "Why did you show him out so soon?"

"Mother..."

"He could have come with good intentions."

"He just came to tell me of Daphne's news," you say, sitting down once again.

"He may want to court you."

"Mother, I can assure you that my future husband will not be a Bridgerton. That will never happen."

Your mother grumbles. "You never know."

You look down into your tea cup and see your reflection in the hot liquid. "No, mother. I do know."

♡♡♡

Daphne was to be married within the week, so you hear from her when you visit her family the day after the duel.

Violet was all a buzz with the news, truly believing her daughter was marrying for love, but everything you looked to the eldest Bridgerton daughter, you could only see the anxiety on her face.

Poor Violet would never know what really happened.

Eloise excused herself from all things wedding related, so you accompanied where you could. Daphne was grateful to have a hand to hold when her emotions became too much sometimes.

When she was fitted for her wedding dress, you held her hand. When her mother went through gloves and veils, you were stood there beside her, your arm hooked with hers. When they discussed nightdresses, you stood beside her and kept her company.

Daphne was glad you were there. She surely would have lost her patience had you not been.

When you returned to their home later that day only to find out from Anthony, the special license had been denied, Daphne reached for your hand again.

The conversation was cut short when Violet entered the room to greet Lady Danbury.

"Now, this is far too grim a mood for the celebration I was counting on," Lady Danbury said, looking at everyone. "What on earth is the matter?"

"Anthony?" Violet looks at her son.

"We have been denied our request for a special license," he tells them.

"What?"

"The archbishop did not see a need." The duke added.

"It is not the archbishop," Lady Danbury says. "It is the queen. Perhaps she has taken your rejection of her nephew to heart, or perhaps she is simply bored. Either way, it does not bode well for your daughter's social future, nor any of the Bridgertons for that matter."

You feel Daphne squeeze your hand.

"Surely we must be able to do something?" Violet asks.

"Give her what she wants. Attention. Appear before her yourselves and make a personal appeal. But she will not respond to begging, and she can sniff out even the faintest whiff of insincerity, so do not lay it on thick. Tell her you are in love, plain and simple and true."

Daphne and Simon look at each other. Daphne looks like she could cry.

"You can do that, can you not?" Lady Danbury asks them.

Daphne nods her head. Then Simon gives one firm nod also.

"Good. Now, where is the dinner I was promised?"

Violet chuckles and leads the way.

You let go of Daphne's hand and follow her mother. Anthony accompanies you, and the happy couple follow.

♡♡♡

Benedict returns to the studio of Mr. Granville. He has chosen to sit out dinner with his family, not knowing you were there.

Henry answers the door.

"Bridgerton! I am so glad you came."

"I dare not miss it," Benedict answered.

"Please, come in."

The two of them head inside.

"Make yourself at home. I would show you around, but host duty calls." Henry smiles and walks on ahead.

The studio is much more lively tonight. There are people everywhere. Benedict walks down the hall a little bit and peers into one of the open doorways. The room is full of pretty women dressed in as little possible dancing around. He keeps on walking and peers into another room. There are people sketching in this one.

"What are you doing here?"

Benedict turns around to find a woman looking at him.

"Apologies. Have we met?" He asks.

"We need not to have met," she says. "You are a Bridgerton, yes?"

Benedict, of course, would not recognise the seamstress.

"I see my reputation precedes me."

"Not exactly a virtue."

"Anything that gets me your attention is a good thing, I rather think."

"You should go, home to your brother, perhaps."

Benedict scoffs. "But I'm receiving far too warm a welcome here."

They later find themselves on the stairs enjoying each other. His lips on her neck and collarbone as his large, warm hands explore every curve of her body.

She takes his hand and leads him down the stairs and through the crowds. He hurries forward to find them a room, opening a door only to find Henry Granville and another gentleman enjoying each other up against the wall.

Henry's eyes land on Benedict as he stands there, watching them. Slowly, Benedict steps out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Bridgerton," Genevieve whispers.

She's sat with a young woman nearby. She uses her finger to gesture him over. He walks over immediately, sitting between them and kissing the young lady. He then turns and kisses Genevieve, too.

He enjoys his evening with the pair of them.

It was safe to say, this man had no intention of settling down any time soon.

♡♡♡

The dinner passes by rather quietly. There is a slight tension between Simon and Daphne. Violet and Lady Danbury carry most of the conversation, and you join in when possible.

The only other Bridgerton's at the table were Anthony and Eloise, though the latter made it clear she would rather be anywhere else.

You find yourself a little disappointed at the lack of Benedict. Anthony just told you his brother had gone out. He knew not where. You didn't bother digging if he didn't know.

"What about you? Are there any prospects this season for you?" Lady Danbury asks, gesturing to you with her wine glass.

You look uo and find yourself a little stunned at the question. "Oh, um. I had some callers. Though not many. Very few came back a second time." You look down at your dinner.

"Worry not. You're still young. Your time to shine will come," she winks at you.

Violet looks at Anthony, who furrows his brow at her. When she nods her head at you, he shakes his head with wide eyes. Violet gives him a firmer look.

You look up, and she quickly smiles at you.

Anthony sighs and turns his head toward you. He keeps his voice low. "Whatever my mother says, do not buy into it."

"Hm?" You look at him with confusion.

"Anthony," Violet calls. Both of you look up at her. "Why not keep her company tomorrow?"

"Mother..."

"It would surely make her happy." Violet smiles brightly.

"Lady Bridgerton, there is no need," you try and steer her away from setting her up with one of her sons.

"I'm sure he won't mind."

"You're busy, no?" You ask quickly, turning to the young Viscount. "You mentioned some ledgers or something."

Anthony nods quickly. "Yes. Exactly. Those ledgers."

Violet sinks in her seat a little. Disappointed in her son. She can't help thinking you'd make a wonderful daughter-in-law. You would suit the Bridgerton name quite well, she is certain.

When dinner is over, Simon is very quick to leave. He speaks very little to Daphne as he exits the house.

Anthony sees you out.

"Shame Benedict wasn't present," you say absentmindedly.

"You seem rather close to my brother."

"We are friends. Fret not." You smile at him.

"I have no idea where he wanders off to so late at night. Nor do I care to ask."

"What you men do in your free time is your own business," you say.

"What could you possibly know what men get up to?" He asks, looking at you.

You just give him a sly smile, one Anthony simultaneously hates and loves. You're a cheeky one.

"Goodnight, Mr. Bridgerton."

"Goodnight."

He waits until you're in the carriage and then heads back inside his house. He walks starlight past his mother, who is gearing up to talk him into courting you, he is sure.

Violet watches him disappear upstairs.

♡♡♡

The next day, Daphne and Simon appear before the queen. You know not what is said in that room, but you are to gather later that Simon Basset made the most romantic speech known to man.

He declared his love Daphne in front of everyone in that room.

The queen gave them her blessing.

It worked.

♡♡♡

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[kpop]

K-Pop Spotlight: DAY6

Come one, come all to a K-Pop Spotlight that is sure to dazzle and delight ’til the final curtain. This week, all eyes are on DAY6 following the release of their eighth mini-album, Fourever, and brand new title track, "Welcome to the Show." We caught up with the band to discuss their goals as they approach their 10th anniversary and their ever-growing connection to their fans through their music. Check out our full interview below!

Tracks like “Welcome to the Show,” “The Power of Love,” and “Get The Hell Out” seem to have very different themes. Can you tell us a little about how these songs relate to each other and what aspects make this album cohesive?

SUNGJIN: As we pursue the idea of being a 'band that sings every moment,' it seems like our albums, including the recent one, prioritize diversity in songs and situations rather than unity. Consequently, our albums contain various genres and narratives. However, there seems to be a commonality in most songs, depicting situations that everyone has either gone through or might experience.

Young K: First and foremost, I would say this album is a compilation of the best songs we could create. There's definitely a theme of love running through it. "Welcome to the Show," "The Power of Love," and "Get The Hell Out" all talk about the concept of love.

What goes into creating titles for DAY6 songs and albums, especially those that don’t come directly from your lyrics? Do you find it hard to condense the intentions and themes of a song into a title?

Young K: While there have been cases like that, all the songs on this album came from the lyrics. Sometimes, when choosing a title, we select the one that best describes the song—other times, we choose to give it a twist or make it more intriguing.

WONPIL: Naming songs involves a lot of deliberation. We often contemplate which title will catch the eye and capture the song's essence. Usually, we try to take it from a verse in the chorus. This can be a challenging part of the songwriting process.

Is there a creative project you’ve always wanted to work on but haven’t gotten the chance/found the time?

SUNGJIN: I'm very curious, and have a principle of "trying to experience as much as possible." There are so many things I want to try musically and personally, especially among the things I know but haven't tried yet.

DOWOON: I hope we can have a song that we can collaborate on with My Day, like a choir.

What does your work/studio setup look like? Where do you feel the most creatively inspired?

DOWOON: We try to keep the studio as tidy as possible and make it comfortable for practice sessions.

WONPIL: When working on songs, we talk a lot. We get inspiration from little conversations, joking around, sharing stories, and listening to music from various eras regardless of genre while giving opinions. We also try to build emotional connections with the songs. There’s a lot of communication going on. The songwriting process takes place in the studio of our long-time collaborator, composer Hong Jisang, with whom we've been working together since our debut.

How do you want to evolve as a musician/producer?

Young K: I want to be eagerly anticipated and awaited as an artist. Without those who wait for us, we wouldn't release or even step onto the stage. So I’m always thankful for My Day.

WONPIL: My biggest goal is to make good music for My Day and the public, so I think I'll continue to ponder. When working on songs, I pour my sincerity into them. I constantly strive to express this sincerity musically, fully capturing the emotions I want to convey. I hope to create songs that can still be listened to even after 10 or 20 years.

Design your own Tumblr blog: choose an aesthetic, a blog name, and would you be a frequent poster or lurker?

SUNGJIN: I think I’ll use it to catch up on friends' updates. For the blog name, THUMB BLUR sounds good to me. I might end up being a lurker who never posts.

DOWOON: Maybe a blog for plants? I think I'll post it like a diary.

Want more DAY6? Check out their new mini album Fourever and the music video for the title track “Welcome to the Show,” both out now!