#beau arlen fic

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Forgotten Anniversaries

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summary: beau forgets your two-year anniversary but you don’t realize the next day is another one

paring: beau arlen x female fiance!reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.3k

warnings: language, ends with pre-smut but cuts off before anything happens

timeline: set after s3 but doesn’t really follow canon

author’s note: beau my beloved! such a sweetheart and deserves so much love!! really wish big sky hadn’t been canceled :,,(

Two years ago to the day marked your first date with your now fiancé. You had met Beau Arlen a few months before that date, and he had finally asked you out after several weeks of pining over you. You worked at a bakery in town walking distance from the station, and once you two started dating you often brought over baked goods for your boyfriend and his deputies.

Six months ago Beau had asked you to marry him, and you said yes. The wedding would be in just a couple more months.

Now, you were once again at the Sheriff’s station, Beau was taking you out for your two-years-dating and six-months-engaged anniversaries. Well, actually you were taking him out. He’d been really busy the last couple of weeks so you had planned the date; a picnic in the same spot he’d proposed to you at.

“Sheriff, Y/n is here to see you,” a deputy told him, poking their head into Beau’s office. Poppernak and Hoyt were in the office as well and they were all discussing an ongoing case.

“Let her in!” Beau beamed, covering a few gory pictures he had splayed on his desk.

“Hey,” you said when you walked into his office.

Beau’s face lit up at the sight of you; such a gorgeous woman who had somehow fallen in love with him. He felt like the luckiest man in the world as he eyed you, still smiling. You wore a summery floral dress that brushed your ankles, with a slit going up your leg and ending just below your left hip. A plunging neckline accented your breasts and the necklace Beau had gifted to you last anniversary. Your hair was done up, but not in a way that felt uncomfortable; it looked elegant but still felt laid back. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you noticed his blush.

“Ready to go?” you asked him, motioning to the door a little. His face fell and you slowly matched his expression.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

“You forgot.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek with disappointment.

“Could you two give us a minute?” Beau asked the deputies in the room.

“Yeah, do you want us to go without you?” Jenny asked, referring to what they’d been discussing about taking down the current perp.

“No, I’ll be out in a minute,” he told her before she nodded and left the room; Poppernak followed close behind, and shut the door as he walked out.

“You really forgot?” you asked Beau, looking at him with hurt in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n I just got caught up in today’s case,” he said. He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, putting a hand under your chin so you’d look at him. “I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” you said quietly, smiling a little.

Beau furrowed his brows. “Why aren’t you mad?” he asked, you just shrugged a little. “Shit, you’re really mad, aren’t you? You wanna yell at me but we’re in a very public place so you’re waiting until tonight to really let me have it-”

“No,” you laughed a little. “Beau, I’m not mad at you. I’m disappointed you forgot but that’s just because I was really looking forward to spending time with you! I had this whole thing planned and everything,” you said, mumbling a little by the end.

“A whole thing, huh?” Beau smiled.

“A picnic in the park where you proposed to me. I baked you a special pie, too.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I fucked it up, hun.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, he still didn’t seem to believe you. “You can make it up to me tonight, how’s that?”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” you bit your bottom lip as you looked into his bright green eyes, “you can do that one thing I really like, then you’ll be completely forgiven.”

“Oh that thing,” he smirked, “yeah, I will gladly do that.”

He bent down and kissed you, snaking his arms around your hips to bring you closer as your hands went into his hair.

“I love you, Beau.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Poppernak knocked on the door and poked his head in, “Sorry to interrupt, but we really have to get going, Arlen.” Beau put his hand up, showing a finger to signal he’d be done in a minute.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” he mumbled against your lips. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Mhm,” you hummed into his mouth as he kissed you again.

“I’ll be home by eight, nine at the latest, ten at the absolute latest, okay?” he assured you, you nodded. “Love you!” He kissed you one last time before he left, putting his cowboy hat on when he opened the door.

“Love you, too.”

**

As the clock struck midnight, you sank deeper into the couch. Your tear filled eyes were glued to the screen as you watched the movie you’d picked; Die Hard. Not the perfect anniversary movie but there was a whole story behind why you’d picked it, having to do with your third date with Beau.

You took another sip of the wine you’d been working on and checked your phone. Still nothing from Beau. The nerve! The absolute audacity this man had! He couldn’t text or call you when he knew he’d be late?

You adjusted yourself on the couch, the babydoll dress you were wearing riding up your bare thighs as a few more tears slipped down your cheeks. You looked away from Bruce Willis and down at the beautiful ring on your finger. Memories of six months ago flooded your mind. How Beau had been so nervous the whole day, as if there was a chance you’d tell him ‘no.’ How he looked at you when he knelt down and opened the velvet box and popped the question. How his smile grew when you answered him.

The front door unlocked, pulling you out of your thoughts, before Beau stepped into your shared house. He walked into the living room and found you there in the dark.

“Hey, Y/n,” he said, walking to the couch and sitting down. You didn’t answer him and instead just took another sip of wine. “I’m really, really sorry, sweetheart.”

“There’s leftovers in the fridge,” you muttered, putting the wine down. “Pie, too.”

“Darlin’ I’m so, so sorry I promise I didn’t mean to stay out so late. The case ran long-”

“And you couldn’t fucking call me?” you exclaimed. “You couldn’t just let me know two hours ago you weren’t gonna make it!? You know how many fucking candles I wasted!?”

“I broke my phone tackling the guy and I came straight here after he was officially in custody,” he told you.

“And do none of your many deputies have a phone you could borrow? Not a single person near you had a fucking cell phone?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry! Hun, I am so god damn sorry!” He reached out and took your hand in his. You let him bring it to his lips and place a kiss on your knuckles. “Please, I love you so much, can we please just celebrate together for a bit before we go to sleep?”

“Our anniversary is over, Beau.” You took your hand back. “You fucking missed it.”

“Actually, today’s an anniversary too,” he whispered, you turned your head to finally look at him. He knitted his brows apologetically when he noticed your tears. “A year ago today, we were sitting on this couch and we had just finished watching Die Hard. You leaned over to kiss me, and as I was kissing you, you mumbled ‘let’s watch the next one.’ And, in that moment, something just like clicked in my brain, and I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“What?” you mumbled.

“Yep. Exactly one year ago today, I decided to ask you to marry me.” He smiled but it faded when he noticed fresh tears falling. “No, shit! Please don’t cry!”

“That is when you decided to marry me?” you asked, he nodded. “Oh my god!”

“A-Are you happy right now or are you still mad at me, because-” You cut him off with a kiss to his full, pink lips.

“I love you so much, Beau,” you whispered when you pulled away. You kissed him again, putting your hands on his face and smiling against his mouth.

“Love you so much more,” he mumbled, mirroring your smile.

“Wait,” you pulled away, worry in your eyes, “when was the last time you ate?”

“Uh, three-ish, why?”

“Oh my god, you must be starving!” you exclaimed and stood up. You held out your hand for him to take. “C’mon, I’ll reheat the food for you and relight the candles.”

“Seriously?” he asked, smiling and beginning to realize you’d forgiven him for coming home so late.

“Yeah, we’ve got a new anniversary to celebrate,” you replied. He stood up and took your hand, bending down to kiss you again. He followed you to the kitchen.

“Can I say something about what you’re wearing now or…” He bit his lip when you twirled to face him before you nodded. “God damn you’re so beautiful! Your tits look incredible!”

“You’re not too bad yourself, handsome.” You gripped his collar, got on your tippy toes, and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around you so you couldn’t pull away and he could kiss you back. “I love you, Beau.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now, c’mon! Sit down,” you said when you finally pulled away and his grip loosened. He took a seat at the table and you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with his hair. You ran your fingers through it before tilting his head back so you could kiss him again.

As you turned to reheat the food he smacked your ass lightly, making you squeal a little.

“Where’s the lighter?” he asked, wanting to light the candles on the table.

“Under the left candlestick,” you told him, bending down into the fridge to get the tupperware of food.

“Wow, you’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’,” he mumbled. He lifted up the left candle to find the small lighter hidden underneath. He lit the two candles before he put it back.

“You remember what we ate on our first date, right?” you asked him hesitantly.

“Yes, I do,” he replied, earning a suspicious look from you. “I tried cooking spaghetti and meatballs for you, but I completely botched it. So, we ordered in from that Italian place on the other side of town—this delicious chicken parmesan dish with a side of ravioli. While we were waiting for the food, you made us a salad.”

You smiled at him, biting your bottom lip a little.

“Happy two year anniversary, Beau,” you said as you brought two plates over, one filled with the same food as your first date, except you made it yourself. “I can’t promise this is gonna taste nearly as good, but I promise it was made with love.” You took a seat next to him as he took a bite of the chicken.

“Oh my god!” he practically moaned. “This is incredible, sweetheart!”

“Thank you.” You smiled and began eating the salad on your plate. (You’d already eaten dinner but you didn’t want to just watch him eat without eating a little something yourself.) “Oh! I almost forgot the champagne!”

You stood up and got the bottle from the fridge before pouring some into his glass and then your own.

“Happy two year anniversary, Y/n,” he said and lifted his glass to clink it with yours.

“Happy one year of wanting to marry me,” you replied and tapped your glass to his.

“And six months of being engaged,” he reminded you.

**

You two were back on the couch, watching Die Hard even though it was now nearly one. Beau didn’t have work in the morning so he didn’t feel the need to rush to bed.

“Remember our third date?” he asked you quietly, his breath fanning your ear. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and you were leaning on his chest. He kissed the back of your head as you intertwined his fingers with your own.

“We were watching this movie outside your trailer,” you started. “We were sharing a blanket and I kissed you. It escalated when you moved your hand down…” you took his hand and lowered it toward your torso, “here.”

“Then I kissed you here,” he kissed your neck, “and here,” he kissed down to your collarbone. He turned you around so you could straddle his hips.

“It was cold outside so you didn’t want to get me naked until we were inside and on your bed,” you mumbled against his lips. “So… want to move this into the bedroom?”

“If I remember correctly, you took your bra off under your shirt when we were still outside,” he reminded you.

“I did,” you said, still kissing him, “but I’m not wearing a bra right now.”

“But you are wearing panties.”

He stood up, causing you to do the same. He sat back down and ran his hands up your legs and under your lingerie. He smirked up at you before pulling down your panties which you then stepped out of.

“Alright, now we can move this to the bedroom.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as he stood up, lifting you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He carried you upstairs and into the bedroom, kicking the door with his foot.

“Did you put roses on the bed?” he asked, smiling against your mouth when he noticed the petals decorating the mattress and the floor leading up to it.

“You did the same thing last year,” you reminded him, also smiling.

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[xenaxena]

Tap The Badge

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— pairing: beau arlen x female reader

— summary: you’re very turned on by the way the sheriff gestures to his badge

— word count: 1.2k

— warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, oral sex (male and female receiving), cock praising (is that a thing?), body worship, hair pulling, unprotected sex (not real, use protection people)

— want smut without plot? scroll down to —xxx—

— author’s note: a description of what went through my head when i saw beau in this scene

“Beau, why are you dressed up for work?” you laughed a little, seeing him in his jeans, boots, button up, the whole deal. “It’s nearly ten o’clock, aren’t you coming to bed?”

“In a minute, darlin’, I’m practicing something,” he replied, not looking away from the full body mirror. You tore back the covers and got out of bed.

“What are you practicing?” you asked, folding your arms and furrowing your brows a little.

He turned away from the mirror to face you; “Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am,” he said sternly and tapped the badge attached to his left hip. You swallowed thickly. “How was that?”

“G-Good,” you nodded, “uhm, do it again just so I can- uh- really- evaluate your- uh- technique?”

He furrowed his brows but nodded, and did it again. “Beau Arlen, Sheriff.” He tapped the badge again, not missing how you crossed your legs. “Is this turning you on?”

“Oh god, yes. Do it again,” you exclaimed.

—xxx—

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he said, again tapping the badge on his hip. “Anything I can do for you ma’am?”

“Oh god yes,” you dropped to your knees. “Please let me suck your cock.”

“As the Sheriff, I must ask you to hold still, ma’am.” He smirked down at you and patted your head a little before unzipping his pants and taking out his dick. You again swallowed thickly, practically salivating at the glorious sight. “And, as the Sheriff,” he gripped your chin gently, “I’m gonna have you suck this cock.”

“Oh god yes! Yes, sir, please fuck- I wanna suck this cock!” You looked up at him as he smiled before guiding his cock to your lips.

“Open up, ma’am.”

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and teased him with your tongue. He let out a sinful moan which caused you to do the same.

“God, baby just like that, fuck!” he groaned, pulling at your hair with one hand, while the other caressed your stretched cheek. “So beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful darling.”

All you could do was moan and stare up at him as you sucked off the Sheriff.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said and pulled you off of him.

“What?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“C’mon, stand up hon,” he whispered and helped you to your feet before he kissed you. “As much as I adore those lips around my cock I ain’t coming down your throat, I’m coming in the tight little pussy of yours.”

You let out a gasping moan before he kissed you again. One hand rested on your hip while his other hand reached down into your panties.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he chuckled lowly. He moved his fingers through your folds, loving the sounds you made. He moved his hands under your shirt and helped you take it off, exposing your breasts and leaving you in just a pair of panties. He stepped back a little so he could truly examine your boobs. “Look at you.” He bit his bottom lip and cupped your breasts delicately.

“Beau!” you moaned and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his hands playing with your soft skin.

“So fuckin’ perfect, such fuckin’ beautiful tits,” Beau mumbled. “God damn it, now I wanna come on these tits!”

“Beau, please just- just need you,” you gasped when he pinched your nipples. Your hands went to run up and down his forearms. “Need you i-in me, please Beau? Fuck!”

“Alright, darling I’ve got you,” he said and kissed you quickly. “Get in the bed, I need to undress.” You hurried over to the bed, ridding yourself of your panties on the way.

“Wait,” you stopped him from taking off his shirt, “d-do the badge thing one more time?” He smirked widely.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he tapped the badge again, “you need to spread your legs for me, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir, anything for you Sheriff,” you exclaimed and spread your legs as you sat with your back against the headboard. “Could you please put your dick in me now? I really want you to fuck me, sir!” You didn’t miss the way his cock twitched and his breath hitched.

“Sorry, miss, but I think I’m gonna have to eat you out first,” he replied. “That pussy looks way too sweet.”

He didn’t waste another second and hurried onto the bed. He pulled you forward so you were laying down with his face between your thighs. He slowly dragged his tongue through your folds, swiping your clit quickly and watching as you threw your head back.

“Oh god, Beau- fuck!” you moaned. “Beau f-fuck I-I’m- ooh god!”

He didn’t let up. He put your clit between his lips and sucked in harshly, making you scream with pleasure. But he still didn’t stop. He then blew out, the cool air stinging your bud sweetly. He dragged his tongue down through your folds then back up. Up and down, side to side, never missing the way you convulsed when he hit certain parts.

“Cl-Close Beau! Fuck, so close!” you exclaimed.

“Mhm, hold on a little longer,” he laughed, the vibration going straight to your core. He put his lips back over your clit and again sucked on it, swiping his tongue across to add to the pleasure.

“Close, close, close, Beau!” you breathed, repeating his name over and over.

“Go ahead, baby, let go,” he mumbled before going back to work on your clit.

You let go and gushed all over him, closing your eyes tightly as you let the orgasm flow through you. When you came down from your high you were met with his stare; he hovered above you, his beard glistening with your cum.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” you mumbled, still drunk with pleasure.

“Love you so much fuckin’ more,” he whispered back and kissed your lips.

When you started kissing him back he took that as his cue to slide himself into you.

You both groaned with pleasure.

“B-Beau!” You reached up to brush his face with your hand. “Fuck, I love you!”

He smiled and rested his forehead on yours as he pulled halfway out then thrusted right back in. He repeated the motion and had you moaning his name with each movement.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” Beau mumbled. “Fuckin’ goddess.”

“Close- Close again, B-Beau,” you whispered. “R-Really close.”

“Right there with you, honey,” he grunted. “Come with me.”

A few more thrusts had you screaming his name as you experienced your second orgasm of the night and he unloaded his semen into you.

“Fu-uck Beau,” you groaned as he slipped out of you and collapsed onto your heaving chest.

“I love you so much, darling,” he reached up to put his hand on your cheek, not moving his head to look at you. “So fuckin’ much.”

“You- You’re still in your uniform,” you reminded him. “Get more comfortable before you fall asleep, hon, you need to have a- a good night’s sleep for your first day of work tomorrow.”

He slowly lifted himself off of you and stood up. “Fuck all I had to do was take my dick out and I made you cum twice,” he chuckled.

“What can I say,” you shrugged tiredly, “you’re fuckin’ incredible Sheriff.” He bent down and kissed you quickly with a smile. “And I love you so goddamn much!”

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[winchestergirl2]

February Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs | 2024 Reading Recs

Walker

Cordell Walker

Quieting the Demons Inside @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell opens up to the reader, and his vulnerability takes their relationship to the next level.

Privacy @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell is a passionate man, but he’s a dad too. It doesn’t mean he has to choose between the two.

Texas Nights @stefanmikaleson1864

Dawsons Creek

CJ Braxton

Something Like This @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don't have anywhere you need to be except right here snuggled up with CJ.

My Bloody Valentine

Tom Hanniger

Lonely Dancers @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: when your boyfriend cheats on you, it leads you to tom hanniger

10 Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Code Red @zepskies

Authors Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

High School Never Ends Part 1 | Part 2 | @illshakeyouallnightlong-dean

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Hollow @thoughtslikeaminefield

Authors Summary: @winchesterxfamilybusiness​ submitted this prompt to @cabin-fever-bang​ “Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna -xx”

Fire & Rain Masterlist @writercole

Authors Summary: When a fire destroys her place to live, Y/N and her daughter Lana are left with nowhere to go and no one to count on, except the kindness of a beautiful, green-eyed firefighter that saved their lives. Will the pair of them make it through the obstacles life has dealt them or will they crash and burn?

Just Another Day @1000roughdrafts

Authors Summary: Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Don't Forget It @hintsofhoney

Authors Summary: While working a case with Dean, he gets jealous of the way you interact with a suspect and decides to remind you who you belong to.

Sam Winchester

You're On Your Own Kid Part 1 @my-proof-is-you

Authors Summary: You’re used to being on your own. You’d been on your own as long as you could remember. Could Sam show you that it isn’t the only way to live?

Untitled Sam Winchester Fic @supernaturalfreewill

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Febuwhump Day 10 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 14 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 21 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Whole Lotta Love @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: beau finds a way repays the reader after taking care of him when he’s injured, but also to apologise for worrying her. but most importantly, to prove he was okay.

The Way We Fall In Love @smellingofpoetry

Authors Summary: This is the story of how they fall in love.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Febuwhump Day 12 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Side Effects of Soldier Boy @tom-whore-dleston

Authors Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Smallville

Jason Teague

Febuwhump Day 7 @luci-in-trenchcoats

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[harmonity-vibes]

Imagine

Dean / Beau : My heart is yours, wherever you go, it will follow you. No matter the distance, I'll always be with you.

#iJensen Ackles #jensenedit #city grown willow #fictional characters #imagines #fictional boyfriend #dean winchester #fictional crushes #jensen ackles character fanfic #montain!dean #spn #cowboy!dean #spn fanfic #spnfandom #dean winchester fic #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester fanfiction #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen fic #beau arlen #big sky #big sky fanfiction

[smellingofpoetry]

I thought of Beau Arlen when this song came across my playlist yesterday, so thought I’d pass it s as king in case it might inspire you. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/bTNLYeaL7No?si=oUk5owojOctRP_8i

(Songbird by Eva Cassidy)

Characters: Reader, Beau Arlen

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 351

A/N: Hi! Here I'm answering a new request just as promised. I'm slowly answering every one of you, so don't worry if you don't get an answer immediately. I'm reading all of you and writing down everything while doing my best to fulfill your wishes. I had to admit that I wasn't a real fan of this song. It's not quite my genre, and I was worried I couldn't write anything down. Nonetheless, I managed to write something in the end; something I quite like, if I can say so myself. I'm just hoping you'll like it as well. Let me know what you think. ❤ All errors are mine.

Y/N woke up with the chirp of songbirds, which was quite common when she stayed over and slept in a van in the middle of nature. That was happening a lot lately, which meant she was supposed to be used to that sound, and yet, she couldn’t help the groan that escaped from her lips. Y/N had to admit that those little birds were helpful during work days. She has never been so on time, something even her boss appreciated. Today, though, was Saturday, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Y/N nestled a bit more under the cover, trying to find the warmth and comfort of the body next to her. She shifted a bit more, but all she could find was cold. She turned around, noticing the empty spot beside her. Y/N frowned, getting up, begrudgingly grabbing the shirt on the nearby chair. She put it on, wrapping it around her middle as she could before walking towards the door. The chilly morning air hit her in the face as soon as she was out. On her right, sitting in one of the chairs with a cup of coffee was Beau. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He smiled at her, opening one of his arms in invitation. Y/N shortened the distance and went to sit in his lap. Beau welcomed her, hugging her with his arm and pulling her closer. “'Morning.” She whispered, nestling against his warmth. Her head found the space between his neck and shoulder to lay over. “Birds again?” he asked with a hint of a smile, kissing her forehead. “Those little –” Y/N stopped herself from swearing at the first ray of the sun. “Next Saturday, we’re staying at my place.” She stated matter of factly. “Uhm, I don’t know…” Beau started, unsure, making her sit straight to look at him better. She even raised one of her brows for good measure. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nature; can see the alba, breathing fresh air and –” “I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes.” She cut him off. “Deal!” He answered right away, making her giggle.

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[waynes-multiverse]

If you’re still open for prompts? Beau Arlen dating a nurse who has a cardiophilia kink, and she introduces it to him

A/N: Hehe gladly! I also worked in the mention of a sponge bath for you, remembering we talked about that once. Hope I did that one justice! ❤️

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Nurse!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, fluff, mentions of minor injuries, light smut (handjob, oral f), cardiophilia

Word Count: 1.2k

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Heartlines

Her head rests on his firm chest, ear pressed flush to his warm skin as she listens to each thrum of his heart, a soft beat of a drum during a slow love song. She closes her eyes, feels his fingers tickling her scalp as they gently brush through her hair, and hears him hum a sweet melody as the first few sun rays of the morning crawl through the big bedroom window.

When a sunbeam finally reaches his closed eyelids, he lets out a deep sigh, indicating his reluctance to get up and leave the warmth of her body and the bedsheets to face a new day. She giggles at his obvious refusal and lets her fingers crawl down his torso till they reach what they’re looking for.

“Morning, darlin’,” he drawls, chuckling lightly, a soft groan vibrating in his chest at her touch. “Thought you were still asleep.”

“Hard to stay asleep next to you, Sheriff Arlen,” she sasses. Biting her lower lip, her hand wraps around his semi-hard cock, stroking him lightly as he begins to twitch in her palm. “Especially with that nice surprise growing under the sheets.”

Her head doesn’t move from its place on his chest, the perfect spot that’s closest to his golden heart. She listens intently as the beats become faster, almost in sync with her pumps of his thick shaft as it swells in her palm, the muscle in his ribcage seemingly swelling with it. It’s as if she can feel the little pounds of his heart against the shell of her ear, plotting to escape their ribbed cage. She’s addicted to the sound of being alive.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Beau?”

“Hm?” he hums without opening his green eyes, entranced and blissed out by her massage of his dick.

“Can I ask you something? Might be a little weird…”

That catches his attention, one juniper eye opening and finding her Y/E/C ones. “Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.”

“You sure?” Retrieving her hand from his cock, she props up on her elbows, her cheeks blushing as she averts her gaze to the mattress.

Both mesmerizingly green orbs stare at her now, little creases framing them as he smiles lovingly at her. “Damn sure, darlin’. Don’t think there’s anything that could make me love you any less. You did kinda save my life after that motorcycle accident.”

“Did not. That was the doctors, Beau. They stitched you back together.” She shakes her head at his flattery. God, that bastard is charming. No wonder she fell for him in a literal heartbeat. One cheeky smile, even with bruises and scratches on his beautiful, freckled face, was all it took, and she was a goner.

“Yeah, but who gave me a sponge bath and smuggled my favorite junk food into the hospital, huh?” Beau chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling in his broad chest. “What’s up?”

“So, uhm… I kinda like laying on your chest and, uhm… listening to your heartbeat,” she confesses, her cheeks acquiring a shade of red deeper than the apple Snow White bit into.

His brow furrows, lips pursing in confusion, not catching on to her words. “And that’s a bad thing? How? I mean, I think that’s kinda cute,” he notes with a shrug of his muscular shoulders.

She giggles, feeling a little flustered. “No, I mean, I kinda get turned on by it.”

“Oh.” He seems surprised by her response, his eyebrows popping up, pupils slightly wider than before.

Heat rushes to her cheeks anew. “Yeah, told you it’s weird.”

“No, no, no, hey… none of that,” Beau says and lifts her chin with his thumb, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me more about it. What is it that turns you on about it? Sounds interesting to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiles gently.

“Uhm, well, I like it when your heart rate picks up whenever I touch you. Makes me feel like I get your blood boiling,” Y/N explains shyly.

“Well, you definitely do,” Beau smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Beau! Stop making me blush,” she scolds him. She’s not sure her cheeks will ever recover and return to their natural color at this point.

“Oh, but I can’t. See, that’s kinda my kink,” he grins broadly and winks, pecking her lips sweetly.

Y/N playfully rolls her eyes at him. “Well, I was just wondering if it would be okay for you when I maybe use my stethoscope at some point? I wanna know what your heart sounds like while I go down on you.”

His eyebrows draw up once more, clearly taken by surprise again, but the corners of his mouth rise as well. “Tell you what – we absolutely can do that ‘cause now you made me definitely curious, but I wanna go first.”

“You wanna what now?” Now it’s her turn to feel entirely perplexed.

“Yeah, you already got a head start. I mean, how long have you been doing this, huh? I’m guessing that’s the reason why you always like to wake me up with a handjob,” he muses cleverly, laughing.

“Well, kinda…,” she admits sheepishly.

“See? Seems only fair it’s my turn first,” he says confidently. “Where’s that stethoscope of yours?”

“What, now?!” Y/N’s speechless by his sudden demand and eagerness.

“Hell yeah! You made me hard just by talking about it. Who knows? Might become my little kink as well, listening to your heartbeat when I make you come on my tongue.” His grin is wider than she’s ever seen before, showing her a full set of pearly white teeth.

“You were hard before that,” she points out, giggling.

“Yeah, well, harder,” Beau corrects smugly and playfully slaps her ass in an attempt to make her move. “So, whatcha waiting for? Go get it, darlin’.”

Y/N jumps out of bed faster than a lightning bolt to grab the stethoscope from her purse, Beau barely blinking once before he holds the device in his large hands. The cool metal of the chest piece touches Y/N’s skin, just slightly to the left on the swell of her breast, the two earpieces safely secured around the Sheriff’s head.

He slowly crawls down her body, languidly kissing his path down her stomach till he reaches her mound, mixing sloppy-wet kisses with hot breaths of air meant to tease and tickle her skin. She shivers underneath him, feeling her heartbeat accelerating inch by inch. And as his tongue dips between her folds, her heart is downright exploding in her ribcage and close to flatlining altogether.

Thump. Thump. Thumpthumpthumpthump…

“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” the handsome Sheriff chuckles ecstatically, the sound reverberating against her sensitive bundle of nerves before his skillful tongue finds its way back to her tight channel.

Y/N, on the other hand, is sure she won’t even be breathing by the time he’s done with her.

Keeping myself short with some of these is the hardest thing, I swear 😂

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A Little Rowdy

Laney Marcus returns from a leave of absence to a new boss - Sheriff Beau Arlen. From day one she finds out that easy Texas charm is hard to resist. But maybe resistance isn’t the way to go...

Pairing: Beau Arlen x OC Laney Marcus

Word Count: 6032

Warnings: Non-graphic talk of abusive relationship, fluffy smut

HUGE THANKS to my beautiful friend Michele (@editsbymichele on IG) for making the lovely header!! And thank you so much to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!

Laney opened a drawer to stow her bag, eyes scanning over the top of her desk. It felt good to be back, although she was dreading the possible backlog of emails she had waiting for her. Now that Sheriff Tubb was gone, she’d have to acclimate to a new boss, too.

“Laney, you’re back!”

She turned at the sound of Poppernak’s voice, instantly enveloped in a bear hug from the big man. “Hey, Mo,” she said, muffled for a moment in his chest before moving back to grin up at him. “Good to see you, too.”

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s doing great now, thanks for asking. She said to tell you hi.” Laney moved back to her desk and sat down while he perched himself on the corner. “So, how’s it going with the new sheriff?”

“Great! He’s a good guy, I think you’ll like him. Hard not to.” Mo turned his head as the front door to the office opened, and grinned. “Speak of the devil. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

She stood, trailing behind the big deputy as he met the sheriff on his way to his office. “Morning, boss. Someone here you should meet.”

“Hey, Pops. Well, how did I miss you?” he smiled, sticking a hand out towards Laney. “Beau Arlen.”

She shook his hand, his grip firm and warm. “Hi, sheriff. I’ve heard good things. I’m Delaney Marcus, everybody just calls me Laney. I’m the office manager.” He looked a little confused, so she continued. “I’ve been on a leave of absence. My mom was sick, and then had surgery, so I’ve been in Bozeman helping her out. Just got back this morning.”

He nodded in understanding. “She’s doing okay now?”

“She’s much better now, thanks.” She smiled up at him. He was tall. And extremely good-looking. And he had the most beautiful green eyes, eyes that were focused entirely on her as she spoke. “If you have any questions about what I do here…”

“Yeah, why don’t you grab yourself a cup of coffee and come on into my office, we can get to know each other a little better.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a completely disarming way, and she nodded.

“Sure, I’ll be right in.”

A half-hour later, she was still in his office, put at ease by his effortless Texas charm. “So, you run all the basic supply/vendor aspects of the office, help with phones, correspondence, sometimes dispatch, and you’re like my political bullshit shield?”

Laney laughed. “I’m more like a buffer. If there’s a report or something being requested by the City Council or Mayor - or from the City Police Department - that doesn’t need your direct involvement, I take care of it so you don’t have a pile of time-wasting crap on your desk.”

“Sounds like a political bullshit shield to me!” he grinned.

“Well, anything I do have to handle, I will be running it past you for your approval before I respond, but other than that, I do what I can to free you up to take care of the important stuff.”

“Well, I don’t know who’s been filling in for you while you were gone, but I haven’t had to deal with much of anything like that.”

“I’m glad you weren’t bombarded while I was away.” She stood up with a sigh, and he rose to his feet as well. “I suppose I should get out there and actually do my job now. If you need anything from me, just let me know.”

“Same here. Welcome back, Laney.”

They exchanged smiles, and she left his office, settling herself behind her desk and preparing to tackle her email. Those green eyes and stunning smile still had the butterflies in her stomach fluttering, but she had work to do. “Come on, Laney. Focus,” she muttered to herself, opening the first email and digging in.

Several weeks later, things had calmed down to a routine. Beau (he insisted on her calling him ‘Beau,’ not ‘Sheriff’) was incredibly easy to work with, but he was haunting her thoughts way more than was comfortable. The man was too charming for his own good, attractive as hell, and the timbre of his voice sent heat zapping through her at the most inopportune times. She found herself avoiding all the invitations to after-work drinks with her co-workers, not trusting herself with the combination of alcohol and attraction. She would glance up and find his eyes on her often, as well, and that was not helping the situation. Even when she filled in at dispatch, she found herself forgetting to breathe as his voice came back to her over the radio. She had to get a handle on her infatuation, or it was going to drive her crazy.

Jenny Hoyt came to plop down in the chair next to her desk one day, a friendly grin on her face. “We’ve barely had a chance to talk, girl. Good to have you back. But we haven’t gone out for a drink together in ages. Is everything okay?”

She smiled at her friend, leaning back in her chair. “I just – I don’t know, haven’t been really ready to hit the bar yet, I guess.”

Jenny’s smile widened knowingly. “Avoiding someone?”

Laney closed her eyes and sighed. “Is it that obvious?”

Jenny laughed quietly. “Probably only to me. I know, because I was there myself for a hot minute – I recognize the look.”

“So you and…”

“No. Nothing ever came of it. He was still pretty wrapped up with his ex, and my mom was back, and everything was kind of a mess. And then I met Matt, and… our moment just kind of passed. We’re good friends, and he’s a great guy. And now Carla’s finally out of the picture. I think he’s kinda got a thing for you, too. I mean, maybe you should just give it a shot.” Laney wrinkled her nose, doubt in her eyes. “Seriously, Laney. just think about coming out with us some night. I think it’d be good for both of you.”

“I’ll work on my nerves.”

“Good. Do that.” The blonde rose to her feet. “Guess I’d better get to work. Talk later.”

Laney sent her friend off with a smile, turning back to the letter she’d been typing. The thought of letting her guard down around Beau was terrifying. Or maybe exciting. Probably an equal measure of both. She glanced up to see Jenny and Mo finishing a quiet conversation, and his eyes landed on her. She looked down at her desk with a rueful smile. Those two – they were conspiring. She should have known.

Laney shut down her computer and shifted gears, heading over to the dispatch area. Marvella, who usually worked this shift, had needed to come in late, so she was filling in for a few hours. She took over for the previous dispatcher, who had just sent Beau and Poppernak out for a domestic disturbance call a few miles outside of town.

“Okay, have a good night,” she said, slipping into the chair and putting the headset on. She looked at the information on the screen and stopped breathing for a moment when she saw the familiar address. She hit the button to transmit, her heart pounding. “Base to Sheriff One.”

“Sheriff One, go ahead.” Poppernak’s voice cracked back on the radio.

“What route are you taking to the scene?”

“We’re on Highway 29 going west.”

“Alternate route. You should turn north on Patterson Road.” She could hear Mo as he relayed the instruction to Beau, who was driving. A few more seconds passed, then Mo came back.

“Okay, we’re on Patterson.”

“Go two miles, turn west at the Weichman Dairy sign. Then 3 miles, and right after the third intersection, take a left. That’s a back drive into the place. You may be able to get in without him seeing you coming. The back door of the house is usually unlocked.”

“10-4, Base. Thanks for the heads-up.”

Laney listened, every muscle tense, responding as they reported themselves on scene and waiting, almost afraid to breathe, for any news. Domestics were always touchy, and this one – this one had the potential to be bad. It seemed like forever before Beau’s voice came over the radio stating suspect in custody and requesting that she dispatch an ambulance. She breathed a sigh of relief that Beau and Poppernak were safe and called it in. Apparently he’d managed to do some damage before they arrived, but hopefully his victim would be okay.

It was a while before the scene was cleared, the ambulance on its way, and the sheriff and deputy on their way back to the station. Marvella had arrived, and Laney gladly surrendered the chair to her, filling her in on the pertinent information and chatting for a few minutes before heading back to her desk to grab her things.

The front door opened, and soon Beau and his prisoner came into view. She turned, watching with arms folded, a little knot in her stomach. The handcuffed prisoner’s eyes drifted her way and he stopped, his mouth in an ugly snarl. “You fucking bitch!” Laney glared back at him, her chin raised a little in defiance.

“Hey!” Beau’s voice echoed through the room, and he roughly shoved at the man’s shoulder. “Shut your mouth and move your ass!”  Laney stood there unmoving as he steered his prisoner to the back room where the holding cell was located.

Poppernak came in, stopping for just a second to ask, “You okay?” and moving on as she nodded. She was still standing there, her arms clutched around herself, when Beau came back, concern on his face, leaving Mo to book their suspect.

“Laney? You all right?” he asked softly, and she nodded, gnawing at her lip and staring straight ahead. Beau put a hand on her shoulder, and she finally lifted her gaze to his.

“Yeah. I just – yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I’ve seen him.”  

Beau opened his mouth, then closed it deliberately and nodded. “Okay. Story for later on, I think.  After a couple of beers maybe.”

She avoided his eyes, asking softly, “So – is she going to be okay?”

“Thanks to you. We went in quiet, just in time. He had a gun on her. She’s got some injuries, but nothing life-threatening. If we wouldn’t have been able to surprise and disarm him, she’d be dead. You saved her life.”

“No, you saved her life. I just gave you directions.”

“Directions we wouldn’t have had without your help. You did good, Laney.” He looked down at her steadily until she finally met his gaze. “So… I know you’re not big on going out for drinks after work, but – Pops and I, we’d really like you to come along. Have a coke if you don’t want to drink or whatever. But we were a team tonight, and we saved somebody, got the bad guy. It’d be good for you to celebrate a little.”

She smiled, then let out a little sigh. “Okay.”

Beau grinned. “Good, meet you at the Boot Heel.”

“Right behind you.”

The waitress couldn’t help but smile as she brought the next round to the table, the laughter was contagious. Laney was in the middle of a story about herself and Poppernak from their days in high school. “We literally skipped the last day of our senior year, and then we were stupid enough to drive around the school to wave at everybody still sitting in English class. Mr. Claussen stared at us out the window, pointed at us, then down, like ‘get your asses in here.’ Busted.”

Beau shook his head, still laughing. “I can’t believe two straight-laced employees of the sheriff’s department would pull a stunt like that!”

Laney shot him a look. “I’m sure you’ve got a few stories from back in the day, mister.”

He smirked. “More than a few. But Laney, I just pictured you the type to be studiously doing your homework every night and running for homecoming queen.”

She snorted. “I was not the homecoming queen type. At all.”

Mo geared back in his chair with a grin. “You know, her nickname our senior year was ‘Rowdy.’”

Beau cocked an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. “Okay, this I’ve gotta hear.”

The deputy turned his head, looking at Laney, who was shaking her head, eyes closed. “Go ahead, Mo, you’re dying to tell him,” she said with a sigh, and Mo grinned.

“So, our senior class – we had a lot of parties. Usually out in somebody’s pasture with a keg, music blasting from somebody’s pickup. One night Laney was – pretty wasted, and the party was kind of dead. Some country rock song came on, and she hopped up on a picnic table, yelled ‘Let’s get rowdy!’ and started dancing, like Coyote Ugly style. Pretty soon a couple of her friends jumped up in the back of a pickup nearby and joined in. Once the guys stopped standing there with their mouths hanging open, they started chanting, ‘Rowdy! Rowdy! Rowdy!’ That was her name from then on!” Mo chanced a glance Laney’s way. “And then later I found her making out with some football player in the back of a pickup, had to drag her away and tell her it was time to go home.”

Beau looked at Laney’s blushing face, his eyes shining. “So there is a wild child in there. I knew it. Hell, I would’ve voted for you for homecoming queen!”

Laney laughed, hiding her face for a moment before grabbing her beer and taking a swallow. “That was a long time ago,” she retorted. “But yeah. I used to drink too much and get a little crazy. Too crazy sometimes. That night is kind of a blur.” She laughed, shaking her head again. “Wish I had a more embarrassing story about you right now, Poppernak.”

Her friend laughed, grabbing his phone from the table as it lit up. “Hey, Mom. Oh, damn. Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there.” He stood, stuffing his phone in his back pocket and grabbing his jacket. “Mom’s kitchen sink just turned into a geyser, gotta go help her get the water shut off and clean up.”

“Do you need help?” Laney asked. “I can come…”

“No, no, we’ve got it. You guys stay, finish your drinks.”

Beau piped up. “Call us if you do need help, Pops.”

“Thanks, boss. See y’all later.”  The big man headed for the door, and Beau turned back to smile at Laney.

“So, any more good stories I need to hear?” he teased, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I think you owe me one, now.”

“Ok, but we’re gonna need another beer.” He waved the waitress over, launching into a description of his first run-in with the law when he was 16, and the run-in with his dad afterwards.

After a couple more beers and more reminiscing, things quieted down, and for a moment they sat there silent, sipping at their drinks. Beau toyed with the label on his bottle for a second before raising his eyes to hers, searching. Finally, he took a breath and spoke. “So – what’s the story between you and our new prisoner?”

Her lips quirked into a cheerless little smile, and she stared at the table for a minute before looking back at him candidly. “I lived with him for a little over two years. At the place where you arrested him tonight. That’s how I knew how to get in there the back way.”

Beau nodded. “Did he…”

Laney shook her head. “No. He wasn’t physical with me, not until the end. But he just kind of slowly took control of my life, a little at a time, and I guess I didn’t really see it. Not until I wanted to apply for the job at the sheriff’s office.” Beau was listening intently, so she continued. “We fought about it all the time. One night, after we’d been at the bar, I told him to back off, that I was going to interview and take the job if it was offered, and he blew up. Slapped me. I locked him out of our room, told him to fuck off.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah. Next day, of course, he was apologetic, ‘I’m so sorry, it’ll never happen again, blah, blah, blah.’ So I gave him another chance. But a few nights later, we got into it again, and that time he backhanded me, split my lip. I grabbed my jacket, told him we were done, and left. Stayed with Mo that night, and the next day he took me to the house and we packed up my stuff and moved me out. That was that.”

“Well, I wanna go back to the holding cell now and punch him in the face. Glad you got out of there when you did. Otherwise, it might have been you instead of that girl tonight.”

“I realized after I got out of there just how much control he had taken from me, how much he ran my life. Felt really good to be free.” She blew out a breath, looking down at the table again. “That’s the reason I don’t go out much. Sometimes I feel like if I’d stayed out of the whole bar scene with Garrett almost every night, I might have been clear enough to see what was happening, to see that he was just – erasing me.”

Beau reached across the table, putting his hand over hers. “He didn’t erase you. You fought back and you’re strong enough now to know what you want and what you don’t.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s been a couple of years now. And I feel good about my life and where I am.” She looked up and smiled at him, and he squeezed her hand.

“You should.”

Beau’s green-eyed gaze was making her feel warm, and she slowly pulled her hand back, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear before she picked up her beer and drained it. “Well, I suppose…”

“Yeah. Probably that time. Had a few more than I planned on, but it’s been a good night,” he responded, finishing his beer as well. He left a tip on the table for their waitress and they sent her a little wave as they headed for the door.

Beau followed her out into the cool night air, eyes scanning the sky as distant lightning backlit the heavy clouds that had gathered while they were inside. Laney came to a sudden halt right in front of him, causing him to stop and take a half-step back to avoid a collision.

She turned to face him, looking up at him with an unreadable expression, then stepping up close on tiptoe and kissing him, her arms curling up and around his neck. His surprise wore off quickly, his response welcoming, one hand on the small of her back and the other gently cradling her face. When they parted slightly, he looked down at her with a one-sided smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his green eyes warm and inviting.

“Well, hey there, Rowdy.” Beau’s arm tightened around her as he bent to kiss her again, his fingers buried in her hair as he held her close, his tongue gently tangling with hers. They lost track of time and place, finally pulling apart as a rumble of thunder brought them back to reality.

Laney took a step back with a soft little laugh. “I suppose we shouldn’t be standing out here making out like teenagers where the whole town can see us. I mean, you are the sheriff.”

Beau grinned. “No, we should make out like teenagers in private like normal people, I guess.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, neither one of us should be driving, though. So I guess I’m either hoofin’ it back to my place – or we could call Pop for a ride.”

“Or… you could walk a girl home. My house is about two and a half blocks that way,” she pointed, watching as he raised an eyebrow and grinned even more.

“Lead the way.”

They headed in the direction Laney had indicated, walking quickly, the air growing heavier with the approaching rain. They were getting close when a loud thunderclap resounded around them and the first fat raindrops began to fall. “Come on!” she laughed, grabbing Beau’s hand and running towards the little white house with green trim one house over. She fumbled with the keys, the two of them almost falling inside as the sky opened up, and Beau swung the door shut as they laughed breathlessly. “That was close,” she said, smiling up at him. That smile slowly faded as she stared at him, the hair falling down over his forehead, his eyes crinkled in that irresistible way, and she moved closer, reaching to touch his face as she kissed him.

She stopped quickly, taking hold of his shirt to pull him farther into the room, then tugging until it was free from his jeans, working the buttons open as she went. Once his shirt was completely undone, she stepped back and peeled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor as she let him surround her with his arms and pull her close, his lips sealing over hers in a searing kiss. ‘Shit, he’s good at this,’ she thought to herself, and she lost herself in it, let it consume her. His hands roamed over her skin, squeezing at her waist, pressing her against him as a hum of appreciation vibrated in his chest.  

They parted for a breath, and Beau stared down at her lacy lavender bra, his fingers tracing down the strap. “You always wear things like this to work?”

Laney dropped her gaze with a smile, looking back up at him through her lashes. “I like pretty lingerie.”

His fingers continued their path across the swell of her breast, his voice soft and low as he answered. “Well, I’m gonna have one hell of a time not thinking about this when I see you at work, wondering what kind of sexy things you’re hiding under your clothes.”

She reached to push his shirt off his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor. She trailed her fingertips slowly down to his waistband, slipping her fingertips inside, tugging. “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” She turned, trying to move forward, but Beau wasn’t following her lead.

“Whoa.” Laney turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, confused, then ducked her head a little with a shy smile at his open-mouthed stare.

“My tattoo?”

“Yeah.” He moved closer, touching her back lightly here and there as he examined it. “I need to see the whole thing.” Laney took a breath, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders and drop to the floor. Beau was silent, his gaze scanning over the art work of a phoenix in flight. The flaming bird’s wings spanned Laney’s upper back, the tail trailing down and over her hip. “That’s really beautiful. Impressive.”

“It was kind of my – declaration of independence, I guess.”

Beau traced the path of the phoenix’s tail to where it disappeared into her jeans, his fingertips lingering just under the edge of her waistband. “So, where’s that tail go?”

She laughed softly. “Well, if you come with me, maybe you’ll find out.”

He followed her into the bedroom, waiting for her to turn and face him, his eyes roaming over her breasts. He dropped to one knee in front of her, looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her answering smile before he reached for the button on her jeans. He slid the zipper down and pulled the denim apart, his eyes following the flaming feathers below her navel and across to her opposite hip bone, where they faded into a shower of sparks. One section was still hidden from his view beneath lavender lace, and his tongue darted out over his lower lip as her abdominal muscles tightened at his whisper-soft touch. “Looks like we’re gonna have to get all the way naked,” he teased.

Laney caught her breath a little as he stroked his finger along the top of her panties. “I will if you will,” she responded. “It’s only fair.”

Beau nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on her as he slowly pulled her panties and jeans down, letting them fall to her feet. The final feather laid just above her pubic bone, curling up slightly at the end as it tapered off. He let out a low whistle, letting her steady herself with a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of her clothes.

“I hope it’s not a turn-off for you – the tattoo.”

He rose to his feet, his eyes glowing as he looked into hers. “It’s sexy as hell.” He unfastened his jeans and finished undressing, then stood still as her gaze roamed over his body.

“Wow. They do grow you big in Texas.” She blushed profusely, her hand flying to her mouth for a second before she continued. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

Beau chuckled, his cheeks flushing a bit in the dim light of the bedroom. “Well, don’t worry, darlin’ – you’ll fit like a glove.” His expression changed as he looked into her eyes again. “Speaking of… I don’t suppose you have condoms?”

Laney shook her head. “I don’t. But I trust you. I’m on birth control, and I – I’m healthy. I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trailed off, looking away from him, teeth playing at her bottom lip.

“Hey.” He put a hand beneath her chin and lifted her head until she looked into his eyes again. “Nothing wrong with that.” He bent to kiss her gently, taking hold of her hand and resting his forehead on hers. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. Just say the word, it’s okay.”

She tilted her face to kiss him again, squeezing his hand. “I want to. I’m just – a little nervous.”

He guided her to the edge of the bed, gesturing with a nod of his head for her to lie down. He laid down beside her, pulling her to her side to face him and kissing her, his hands caressing her face, her hair, her shoulder, not touching her anywhere else. When she sighed and put her arm over his waist, pulling herself closer to press her body against his, he let his hand roam farther, over her back and hips, then up to cup her breast as he moved his lips to her neck, humming against her skin as she moaned softly at his touch.

He coaxed her over to lay on her back as he kissed his way down until he could tease at her nipple with his tongue, moaning a little as she gasped and arched her back, her hand grasping at his hair. He let one hand roam between her thighs, his cock jumping a little as she let them fall open, her head rolling back as he explored her with his fingertips, dipping slightly inside her and then moving to rub gently over her clit. When she breathed his name, her hips raising to meet his touch, Beau growled softly and sucked her tingling nipple into the heat of his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth. He glanced at her face as he moved to the other breast, watching her as he slipped a finger, then two inside her. “Damn, Laney, you are somethin’ to see,” he said, his voice low and rough, then bent to tease at her other nipple, his fingers stroking deep inside her.

“Beau, please…” she begged, raising her head a little to meet his eyes as he lifted his gaze. “Please, I want you inside me, now.”

He moved up to kiss her, groaning as she sucked on the tip of his tongue. “How d’you wanna do this, darlin’?”

She stared up into his eyes, her fingers combing through his hair. “I want to see your face. I want to be able to kiss you.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” he answered, kissing her once more, then shifting his body to move over hers, fitting himself between her legs. She whimpered a little as the head of his cock nudged at her, teasing at her entrance before he pushed forward, swearing softly as her body yielded to him and surrounded him with wet, velvety heat.  

He stilled, lowering himself over her to kiss her, then raising his head a little, his eyes searching hers. “Like this?” he asked, grinding into her gently and watching her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she smiled up at him and nodded.

“Just like that,” she murmured, moving one foot gently up the length of his thigh before clasping her legs around his hips. “Only… more.”

“Oh, you got it, darlin’,” he growled, bracing his forearms on either side of her head as he kissed her again, their bodies rocking together in a sensual rhythm, their moans and sighs swallowed up by their kiss.

When she turned her head a little, soft little whimpers escaping her lips as she began to tense up, Beau slipped one hand beneath the small of her back, shifting a little and making her moan at the increased friction on her sweet spot.

“Beau…” she cried out, her fingers now clutching desperately at his shoulders, her legs clamped tight around him as she began to quiver. He began to move harder and faster, cursing softly as she began to pulse and squeeze around him.

“Fuck… Just let go, Laney.”

The sound of his desperate voice was the trigger, and she came hard, bucking up beneath him, their bodies colliding as Beau swore again and hammered into her faster yet. The swelling and throbbing of his cock inside her as he filled her with heat sent another wave through her as they thrashed together, chasing every second of pleasure before she went limp underneath him and he collapsed, spent, his breath hot against her neck.

Laney sat in her car in the parking lot, scrolling on her phone, trying to work up the nerve to walk into the office. Not that she regretted what had happened with Beau, because the weekend had been – well,  amazing. But was it going to cause issues with work? And was it just a weekend fling for him? She was definitely in deeper than that after what had happened, she had to admit to herself. But if he wasn’t… She sighed, impatient with herself, getting out of her car and heading for the building, telling herself to stop stressing and just go face whatever was going to happen.

She walked in, heading for her desk, relieved that Beau wasn’t in yet. Neither was Poppernak, or Jenny, or anybody she had to hide her awkwardness from, so she took a breath and sat down at her desk, diving into the day’s work.

Beau walked in a little while later, his eyes immediately seeking her out. She was at her desk, absorbed in a phone call, occasionally jotting down a note, completely oblivious to his entrance. He greeted a couple of people on his way to his office, heading inside and taking a seat. He couldn’t see her from behind his desk and he frowned, momentarily contemplating rearranging his office. He abandoned that fleeting thought, shaking his head at himself.

He worked for a while, going over reports, catching up on paperwork. Finally he couldn’t take it any longer and walked to his door, looking over to make sure Laney wasn’t on the phone before calling her name. “Hey, Laney – when you have a minute, can I see you in my office?”

She looked up in surprise, trying valiantly to keep her expression in the range of normally pleasant, not schoolgirl crush giddy. “Sure, I’ll be there shortly.” Just the sound of his voice saying her name sent her heart pounding, and she took a deep breath, trying to convince her body to calm down. Finally she locked her computer and stood, grabbing a file from her desk to take with her, internally rolling her eyes at herself for trying to manufacture the appearance of an excuse to go to his office.

“Hey, Beau – what’s up?” She asked cheerfully as she stepped through his door. He motioned to her to close it, and she did, looking at him nervously as he rose to his feet and approached her.

“That’s a really awkward question right now, Laney,” he said quietly, crowding her against the wall next to his door and kissing her, his hands braced on either side of her head. She let out a soft moan, the file folder in her hands hitting the floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers grasping at his hair as he pressed the full length of his body against hers. He finally lifted his head, both of them panting a little for air, and a slow smile curved her lips.

“I see what you mean,” she teased, thrusting her hips just a little against his evident erection.

“You are not funny.”

“A little. I’m a little funny.” She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as he smirked down at her.

He bent for one more kiss, then stepped back, blowing out a tense breath. “Damn it, woman. I told you I wouldn’t be able to look at you at work. Just tell me one thing – what color?”

She giggled softly, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt and opening it enough to show him the red and black lingerie beneath her clothes. He swore softly, turning to go back behind his desk and sit down. “Will there be anything else, sir?” she asked, an innocent expression on her face as she buttoned back up.

“Oh, don’t push your luck, darlin’ – this is hard enough the way it is.” he growled, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.

“We did establish that, yes,” she retorted, then clamped her lips together to keep from grinning. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

He shook his head. “I’ll deal with you after work. Right now – I think you’d better get back to your desk before the whole office figures out what’s going on.”

She nodded, bending to pick up the scattered contents of the file she had carried in with her. “So then – I’m seeing you after work?”

He scoffed at the question.“Hell, yes, you’re seeing me after work. We should talk anyway. Among other things - like maybe gettin’ a little rowdy again.” Laney giggled softly, and he grinned, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Damn it, get the hell out of here, would ya, before my self-control disappears completely?” Laney grinned back at him, feeling like a weight had lifted from her chest. He wanted to see her again. This wasn’t just a one-time thing.

She reached for the door, swinging it open with a, “Yes, I’ll take care of that,” for nosy coworkers’ benefit and heading back to her desk.

It was mid-afternoon before Poppernak showed his face in the office after spending most of the day in court on a case. Laney called him over to her desk, a stern look on her face. “So, your mom called today. I asked her if you got her sink fixed. She said her sink wasn’t broken. Explain that one, Mo.”

Mo shoved his hands into his pockets, guilt all over his face. “Yeah, ummm… sorry. I just thought that, maybe, you and the boss should have some time to, you know, get to know each other.”

“You and Jenny thought that, right? I saw you two whispering the other day.”

He shrugged. “Well? You needed a little push. Jenny thought so, too.”

“Mo Poppernak.”

He looked at her with a sheepish expression. “Yeah?”

Laney grinned. “Thank you.”

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#a little rowdy #beau arlen fic #beau x laney #beau x oc #fluff #smut #happy ending

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Only the Strong Survive Ch. 7

Series Summary: Lexie Weston is in a terrible, abusive marriage. In her mind and soul, she feels like she has no way out that won't result in her death. But something changes in her life to make her take the risk. Can she rely on Sheriff Beau Arlen to protect her like he said he would, or will this risk lead to ruin?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x OFC (eventual)

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut, Angst, Fluff throughout. A pretty slow burn, TW: Abusive marriage, Domestic abuse will be talked about throughout. Chapter warnings will be more specific

Word Count: 3,329

Chapter Summary: Y/N wants to explore the connection she feels to Beau, but will that sever it?

Chapter Warnings: None. Kissing.

A/N: K, so the next chapter definitely came out faster than the last. Lol! The momentum feels good on the series, I think I might ACTUALLY finish it sooner than the end of February if I don't stall out. Wish me luck! And as always if you enjoy the series/chapter, please comment and/or reblog. It makes a HUGE difference in keeping that momentum going.

Hope you enjoy Ch. 7!

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The night was cold now, and Lexi pulled her heavy coat tighter around her. She could hear people laughing and talking, saying their farewells as they packed up and put out the bonfire. She knew she needed to go too, the school bus would be headed back to Haven House very soon. But she just wanted to breathe it all in a bit longer.

“So.” Beau said as he walked up beside her. “What do you think? Did we manage to throw you a decent graduation party?”

She looked at him and was struck anew at how incredibly beautiful he was. She smiled shyly and sighed deeply, looking back out at the mountains surrounding them, purple in the darkness. She gazed up at the full moon and shook her head.

“I think…I think this might be the, the best time I’ve ever had.”

She looked up at Beau and saw his slight befuddlement. She shrugged and looked away. “I was just thinking about…” She trailed off, and wondered whether Beau actually wanted to hear any of this. But when she snuck another glance at him, his eyes were curious and encouraging. That look, of interest and consideration, was one of the things that made his eyes so incredibly beautiful. 

So she carried on.

“The reason I dropped out of high school was, well…my dad - he drank a lot. He was…I think he was a good man, had a good heart, but he was just…I don’t know, lost I guess. My mom, she died when I was really little. I don’t remember her at all, but…” She smiled sadly. “He did, and I think it just kind of ate at him you know. I mean, I know he…he loved me and I loved him too. But, he couldn’t take care of me, couldn’t take care of himself. So, someone had to…” She gave a brief resigned laugh.  “Someone had to buy the milk, pay the electric bill, you know. So, I dropped out, started working.”

The wind kicked up a bit and blew a curl over her forehead and she tucked it back behind her ear before continuing. “But, I mean, I really liked school. So leaving…” She stopped to glance at Beau again and his smile was soft and understanding. “Well, it sucked.”

Beau nodded. “I bet.” He said quietly.

Lexi shrugged. “And I…I know my GED, it’s not the same as graduating, but…” She started to duck her head, but instead she caught herself and raised her chin. “I guess, I feel…I don’t know, I guess - I’m proud of myself.”

She wanted to immediately take back the words, but she told herself that she wouldn’t. She meant what she said.

Beau’s smile was blinding. “Oh, sweetheart, you should be proud of yourself. What you’ve accomplished…” He shook his head. “Not only with getting your diploma, but just everything. You deserve to feel incredibly proud.”

His praise was a lot for Lexi to take. She loved it, and felt it spread warm and happy through her heart, but she had to look away from him, looking back up at the moon instead.

“Anyway,” she shrugged again. “I was just standing here thinking, ‘When was the last time I felt like this?’ and I realized…I don’t ever remember feeling like this. Which is probably pathetic. But…I think…my whole life I’ve been just…surviving, you know. And now…I feel like I’m living, I feel like tonight was the start of that.”

She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed with her wordy confession. “Does that make sense?”

Beau nodded. “It makes perfect sense, yes. And I’m so glad for you.”

From over by the bus, Sarah called for Lexi. Lexi waved back and gave a thumbs up to show she heard. 

“Well, anyway I guess I should…” She thumbed towards the group waiting on her. 

“Right.” Beau took a step back, but Lexi stopped him.

“Wait, I was wondering…would you do me a big favor?”

“Sure.” Beau answered immediately.

“It’s not really, like, a professional thing, or…well, it’s a personal favor.” Lexi cautioned him. “So, please feel free to say no. I’ll completely understand.”

Beau gave a chuckle and shook his head. “What do you need?”

Lexi bit her lip and watched Beau’s eyes dart to her mouth. Something in his gaze made her core muscle clench and she had to look at the ground and take in a deep breath before she could continue.

“I have a um, appointment tomorrow…it’s my sonogram appointment.” She glanced at him with an excited expression. “I finally get to see the baby. But…I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna go alone.”

She dipped her head in the direction of the bus. “And Cicely has an appointment with her case worker, so…would you consider going with me?”

Beau hesitated a moment, and Lexi panicked and reassured him. “Seriously, it’s a lot to ask, so if you can’t do it -”

But Beau interrupted her. “Of course, happy to. What time?”

Lexi let out a breath. “It’s at one.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up.”

Sarah honked the bus horn and Lexi waved and turned towards the bus before turning back quickly and impulsively throwing her arms around Beau’s neck to give him a hug. He hugged her back, and it occurred to her how perfect it felt to be held by him. She didn’t want to let go.

But she knew everyone was waiting, so she smiled at him shyly one more time before walking quickly towards the bus, wondering how long the warm and inviting scent of his cologne would linger on her coat.

***

“Alexandria Weston?”

Lexi looked up at the young woman in mint green scrubs and nodded. She hoped the name change papers went through soon. 

Beau stood up with her and placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards the swinging door where the nurse waited patiently. The feeling of his touch, warm and reassuring, made some of the nervousness in her belly fade away, while causing a new kind of fluttering throughout her body.

Oh boy.

They entered a small room, slightly crowded with a table and equipment. The nurse took some basic information from Lexi before helping her up onto the table.

“The technician will be in shortly.” She smiled and left them alone in the cramped room. 

Beau looked around and smiled. “This brings back memories.” He caught Lexi’s eye and winked. “Really good ones. I’ll never forget the way it felt to see Em for the first time.” He reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m happy to be here with you for this.”

Lexi felt her eyes get inexplicably moist and she beamed at him. “I’m so grateful.”

Before Beau could respond, the technician entered with a bright smile. “Good afternoon. My name is Helena. How’s everyone feeling today?” She said as she shut the door behind her. 

“Good.” Lexi and Beau said in unison.

Helena pulled the machine forward and pulled her stool up close to the table. Beau shifted around to Lexi’s other side, so he wasn’t in the way. But he picked up her hand again and Lexi squeezed it tightly, nervous despite her excitement.

“Alright folks!” The bubbly tech said, “Ready to meet your baby?”

“Oh, uh…” Lexi started to correct her, worried it would embarrass Beau to be mistaken for the father, but he squeezed her hand again, and gave a little shake of his head and a wink, letting her know it didn’t matter to him.

“Yeah,” he answered Helena, “we’re ready.”

Lexi felt her heart squeeze, imagining for just a minute how much simpler and happier her life would be if it was the truth. But before she could get too lost in wishful thinking, Helena pushed up her t-shirt to squirt out some cold jelly onto her stomach.

“Ooh!” Lexi exclaimed. “That’s cold.”

Helena smiled. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.” She pushed the wand around through the jelly, watching the screen.

Lexi shook her head and was going to tell her it was fine, but suddenly there was a sound like a freight train and Lexi gasped. 

“Is that…”

“Your baby’s heartbeat.” Helena smiled as she moved the wand a little lower and the sound intensified.

“Oh my god.” Lexi’s voice was barely a breath. She stared raptly at the screen trying to make out the image. Clearly having done this many times, Helena began to explain.

“Here is your baby’s head.” She smoothed her finger over a tiny round silhouette on the screen, before continuing on. “And here is their spine, and down over the bum. And here you can see their limbs and we can even make out their fingers and toes.” She smiled at Lexi. “They’re waving at us.”

Tears were falling unchecked down Lexi’s face. A feeling like nothing she’d ever known swept over her and she felt pure joy and astounding fear in exactly equal measure. 

“Oh,” Helena said with a smile. “Of course, we caution that we can never be one hundred percent certain, but do you want to know the sex?”

Lexi’s stomach dipped. “Yes.” She said immediately, anticipation rampant in her mind.

“Well, folks, it looks like you are going to have a bouncing baby boy.”

Lexi couldn’t process her own feelings and her mind raced from one thought to the next, there was a bit of panic setting in as everything felt suddenly very real in a way it simply hadn’t until that moment. All of a sudden the abstract future looked very distinct. Her son had a face in her mind, he was a mischievous toddler running away from her at the park, he was a chubby baby with a toothy smile and tiny fingers, he was a teenage boy slouching in his chair, he was a little boy with a splinter who was crying for her, he was a man hugging her goodbye as he left for college.

In the span of thirty seconds her son’s entire life spun through her mind and the panic grew. How could she possibly do this? She wasn’t capable of this, she was going to screw him up somehow, she was going to -

Suddenly both of Beau’s big hands closed over the one he held and he held it tighter. He spoke to Helena.

“How's the little guy doin’? Everything look good?”

Helena nodded. “Yes, he looks fabulous. Everything is developing normally, he's a good, healthy size, he's great.”

Beau raised Lexi's knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss there. “That's because of you.” He said softly. “Because you've kept him safe and taken such good care of him. You should be proud of that too.”

Lexi looked up into Beau's face and a wave of tenderness and gratitude washed over her as his green eyes sparkled down at her. How had he known just what to say? How did he know what she was thinking, how she’d been panicking at the magnitude of feeling sweeping through her? He was…incredible.

“Thank you.” She said simply, but what she meant was, “Thank you for saving me yet again.”

***

“I don’t wanna go back to the station yet.” Beau said as he was pulling out of the clinic parking lot. “What do you say we stop for ice cream? There’s an amazing place, Suzie’s Sundaes, they’ve got a million flavors.”

Lexi smiled mischievously. “You should know better than to tempt a pregnant woman with ice cream.”

Beau chuckled. “Suzie’s it is.”

After getting their ice cream, a scoop of Coffee Praline for Beau and one of Cookie Dough for Lexi, Beau nodded his head towards the park across the street.

“Wanna walk?”

Lexi nodded. “I’d love to.” 

As they crossed the street, Beau put his free hand on her lower back again, safeguarding her as they crossed, and there was something in the gesture that made Lexi want to bat her eyes and giggle like a schoolgirl. There was just something about Beau that tended to make her head spin. 

It had been like this, almost from the beginning she admitted now, but until Cicely had brought it up, she’d been doing a great job at pretending the feelings didn't exist. But now those thoughts and emotions just wouldn’t go away. She’d never felt this way about anyone. Not ever. 

Given her history, she was surprised by how little the feelings scared her. She was nervous, only because she wasn’t sure that Cicely was right about Beau’s feelings towards her, and she was aware of the awful timing of it all. But fear didn’t enter in.

She had no fear where Beau was concerned. Her therapist at Haven House had spoken with her about what to lookout for in future relationships - red flags, she’d called them. But with Beau, there were no red flags; it was all green.

They wandered through the park for a while, both enjoying their ice cream and the scent of spring in the air. Eventually, Beau took her hand and pulled her off the beaten path. 

“There’s a nice little bridge with some benches and trees over this way.”

Warmth spread up her arm from where he clasped her fingers, and when she sat down beside him on the bench, she was sorry that he let go.

“So, how are you doing?” He asked and Lexi shrugged.

“I’m good. I mean…I must admit that I’m a little nervous. I don’t…I don’t know how I’m gonna raise a son. How can I…teach him to shave? Or to pee standing up? And what happens when he hits puberty?” 

Beau chuckled. “Well, puberty’s more than a decade off, so you’ve got some time to study. And the peeing thing just sort of comes naturally.” 

He grinned at her and Lexi laughed. “Well, good.” She was quiet for a minute, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream. She swallowed and cleared her throat before voicing her biggest and only real fear.

“How do I raise him to…not be him? What if I can’t do it?” Her voice was soft. Was she allowed to admit that fear - that she was terrified of raising another Simon? She glanced at Beau, wondering if she’d see judgment there. But she should have known better. 

He just nodded, his gaze sympathetic and understanding. “Babies aren’t born…evil, Lex. They’re just born needing us. You just have to love him, unconditionally, and unendingly.”

Lexi nodded. “I’m just so afraid of doing it wrong.”

Beau smiled at her and moved a bit closer on the bench. “Wanna hear my great secrets of parenthood?”

Lexi sighed. “God, yes.”

With a chuckle, he continued. “Well, I think kids need two things to thrive and be happy.  Boundaries and respect.” He shrugged a broad shoulder. “Kids crave boundaries. They need to know what’s allowed and what’s not. It makes them feel safe. And they also deserve our respect. We should respect their boundaries too, and respect their intelligence by not talking down to them, or ignoring their thoughts and opinions. Even when they're really little, they wanna be heard and they want to know they matter.”

He shrugged again. “Can’t go wrong if you stick with those two pillars.” He smiled softly. “And fill it all in with lots and lots of love.”

Lexi had tears in her eyes and she blinked them away, staring at him, a little bit in awe. She shook her head. “Is that how your parents raised you? Is that how you turned out like this?”

Beau laughed warmly. “Well, they don’t deserve all the blame for how I turned out, but yeah, basically. A big part of who I am now is the foundation I was given. But, you know, they were also parents in the 80s and 90s, so…they weren’t perfect. Gentle parenting was definitely not a thing.”

Lexi laughed with him and then put her hand on his where it rested in his lap. “Well, whatever they did, it worked wonders.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’ve never known a better man than you.”

Beau breathed in deeply through his nose, his chest expanding as Lexi moved closer. His hand twitched beneath hers and she entwined her fingers with his. She looked down at their joined hands and then up at Beau. His eyes caught on her lips again for a moment, and then he turned his head away.

“Lexi,” he started and then seemed to stall.

He caught her gaze again as she shifted even closer, and his eyes were warm with want. 

She lifted her hand to trail her fingers down his jaw, the silky feel of his beard making her sigh. 

“Kiss me?” She asked softly as she looked at his mouth and craved the feel of it on her own.

“Lexi.” He said again, but this time it was full of caution.

She shook her head, her expression questioning. “Do you not want to?”

A rough laugh burst out of him and he put his hand on top of hers where it rested on his cheek. “That’s really not the problem.”

Lexi shrugged. “Then there really is no problem.”

She smiled at him and saw the moment he caved. His face lost its worry and left behind only passion as his mouth descended on hers. Beau’s lips were silky and plump as he brushed them gently against hers. The first touch made her gasp; the second made her moan softly and dart her tongue out to taste his full bottom lip. 

The action made Beau grunt, taking his hand off of hers and pushing it into her hair. He opened his mouth and caught her next moan on his tongue as he slipped it inside. He tangled it up with hers, tasting and teasing her as he sipped at her lips. He moved both hands to her cheeks and tilted her head so he could delve deeper.

She’d never been kissed like this, never felt like this. She was completely consumed in mere moments, completely lost in the way his mouth moved on hers, the way his rough palms felt against her skin. She wanted so much more; the kiss wasn’t slaking her thirst for him, it was increasing it, making her desperate for more.

Finally though, Beau wrenched his mouth from hers with a sucking noise that sounded obscene and made Lexi shiver. His warm breath fanned her cheek as touched his forehead to hers. 

“Oh sweetheart.” He said on an exhale. “We can’t do this.” He corrected himself. “I mean, I can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

Lexi was still breathless. “Is it?” She asked. “Why?”

Beau pulled further back, dropping his hands from her, and shook his head. “You know why. I’d be taking advantage of you.”

“Would you? I thought I was the one who asked for the kiss.”

Beau gave her a look. “Lexi.” He said again, the caution back in his tone, “You’re vulnerable right now, and it’s an asshole move to take advantage of that.”

“Really? Cause I think I’m stronger than I’ve ever been in my life right now.”

“That’s not what I mean…it’s just…” He shook his head again and stood up, putting even more distance between them. “I never should have let this happen. I’m sorry.”

Lexi began to feel embarrassment slipping in and she stood up too, waving her hand dismissively. 

“Hey look, it’s no big deal. We don’t have to make it into more than it was okay?” She patted his forearm. “Let’s just say it was a nice afternoon and leave it at that.” She gave him another smile and she hoped it looked more believable than it felt. 

“Lex I- “ Beau began, but she shook her head and started walking away.

“No, we’re good.”

Despite the distance she’d put between them, she still heard him curse quietly as he followed. She hoped the curse wasn’t directed towards her, and hoped the kiss hadn’t just ruined something beautiful between them.

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4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well) @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @maliburenee @supernatural4life2022 @spn730015 @kickingitwithkirk @waywardbaby @foxyjwls007 @deanwanddamons @deandreamernp @deanwithscissors @myloversgone @snowlovespie @leigh70 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @charred-angelwings @hopefuldreamers-world @jensensgotyoudean @thoughts-and-funnies @magssteenkamp @princessmisery666 @eevvvaa @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @bernasaurus @jensenslady79 @courtn92 @avanatural @ellie-andthemachine @this-is-me19 @roseblue373 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @fanfic-n-tabulous @k-slla @stoneyggirl2

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Summary: Jenny isn’t comfortable being vulnerable, but Beau has a way with words.

Characters: Jenny Hoyt x Beau Arlen, Deputy Mo Poppernak

Warnings/tags: explicit, dirty talk, Beau never shuts up, ever

Words: 1300

Author’s notes: We don’t know why Beau goes to counseling, so I’m pretending that it’s something to do with whatever was in his record that he claimed some people may not like.

This will be a collection of random glimpses into falling in love, trusting someone with more than just your body, and finding comfort in intimacy.

Many thanks and all my love to @brrose-apothecary and @stunudo for pre-reads and pom poms and being my friends.

Jenny’s always felt as though she’s a spectator to her own life, a casual observer of her father walking out the door, a bystander to her mother’s corruption,  and the last to know about Cody’s infidelity. It all played out without her engagement or consent.

Maybe that’s why she throws herself into her work.

Sheriff Tubb isn’t an easy man to impress, but he respects her and has been an incredible mentor. When he was shot in the line of duty, she assumed she would fill in for him as undersheriff while he recovered. Instead, he called in a semi-retired Texas deputy with a history of bad behavior.

Saying that Jenny was “red-assed” over an outsider with a record of suspensions taking her rightful place was a bit of an understatement.

Of course, Jenny pulled his file. He opened the door for anybody to look, after all. Turns out Beau Arlen knows quite a bit about drug cartels as well as human trafficking. Some of his most admirable work has been wrapped up in the two while breaking rules and defying authority.

Jenny isn’t the most by-the-book deputy herself, but she kept her guard up with Beau from the beginning and prepped for a cold war.  

“How you wanna do this, darlin’?”

“Darling?!”

Now, Beau looks up at her smugly from his office chair, steadily tapping the insides of her Louboutins with his dusty cowboy boots and murmuring that contentious nickname followed by a barrage of filth that turns Jenny’s skin hot pink and makes her wet between her legs.

She shifts against the edge of his desk where she’s entirely too exposed to his antics.

“I... should get back to my desk,” she tries to sneak away, realizing too late that her knees are already weak.

Beau snags the corner of his bottom lip with his teeth, pitches forward, and hooks a finger through one of her belt loops to easily drags her into his lap.

Jenny squeaks like a toy in the jaws of a puppy. “Someone could walk in any second,” she playfully protests, her palms against his warm, broad chest.

Beau chuckles, wrapping an arm around her middle and tucking one hand up into her hair. He tilts her head and surveys the length of her throat before dipping in to press his lips to her skin.

“Does that turn ya on?” His words graze the shell of her ear as he speaks. “To think about somebody walkin’ in on us? That they’d know just how much you like my hands on you and how easy you are for me.”

Ninety-nine percent of the time, Jenny imagines herself like a vault, impenetrable and imperturbable. Beau and his litany of anecdotes have been chipping away at that percentage for months, though, especially since he added the kinds of things that make her clothes itchy.

“Beau,” she gasps as his lips and thumb brush her throat. His fingers slowly wrap the column and she can’t catch her breath.

“Unbuckle your belt,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I like it when you do it for me.”

Jenny sighs and rests her temple on his shoulder, pulling the leather tip of her belt from the heavy buckle. His breath is steady and the heat from his body, his hand around her throat and his arm around her waist, make her feel safe where she shouldn’t.

The bustle of the precinct whirls outside his closed door as she finishes her task then opens the brass button of her jeans.

“Good girl,” he says, nibbling along her jaw. “Zipper, too.”

Jenny shudders as his soft and easy tone utters praise and demands. Her bottom lip should be bloody with worry at how hard she’s biting it. She obeys and Beau’s hand slides from her neck to her open jeans.

“What should I do to you today, huh?” he asks as they both watch his fingers trace the edge of her plain black satin panties.

“Just…” Jenny arches her back, throwing one knee over the arm of his chair, and spreading her legs with an impatient grunt.

The sheriff responds with a gravelly chuckle. “Greedy, greedy, greedy.” He relents, slipping his hand under the fabric with a hiss.

“So slick, baby,” he taunts, watching her squirm. He thumbs alongside her clit as he barely notches two fingertips inside her. “Should I let you come now, or rile ya up so you walk around the station wet and wantin’ my dick?”

“God,” Jenny groans, burying her face in his neck and bucks into his hand, forcing his fingers deeper. Her cunt squelches and sucks like an entity of its own, but she’s never felt more in tune with her body in her life the way she is with Beau.  

“Yeah, you wanna come now,” he answers his own question, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead. They both watch his fingers disappear inside her.

“Beau,” she whispers, reaching up to sink her fingers into his soft, thick hair. She twists and tugs, hoping to make him swear.

“Fuck,” he huffs a quiet laugh. “Maybe you really do want ‘em all knowin’ I’m two knuckles’ deep in your pussy.”

He turns her head to claim her mouth with his. Their lips twist, hot and slow and deep, his wet tongue teases and swipes. He sucks on her bottom lip until she’s panting.

“So you’re really never gonna date another cop?”

“Would it break your heart?”

“You wish.”

The way he looked at her that day made her stomach flip. Jenny had slowly fallen in love with his corny cowboy wisdom, his stories about his daughter, the way he assesses a crime scene out loud just as she puts it all together in her own mind — and, now, to hear him say the things that are for her ears only.

Jenny grips his wrist, convulsing. “I’m-” she groans, and Beau chuckles quietly.

“Shh.” He kisses her as she comes, squeezing his fingers and whimpering.

Jenny returns to reality, slumped in Beau’s lap, head lazy against his shoulder as he licks and sucks his fingers clean. He gently releases his hold around her waist and strokes her denim-clad thigh.

“We got a one o’clock, Hoyt. Get yourself together.” He grunts teasingly, shifting in his chair and letting her up.

She shakes her hair out of her face, tucks her t-shirt in, and refastens her pants. Just as she’s finishing the buckle on her belt, there’s a knock on the door and a jiggle of the knob.

Her heart races and her wild eyes shoot to Beau.

“Just a minute,” he calls, unfolding from his chair and very obviously adjusting his erection as he tosses her a wink.

Jenny huffs and rolls her eyes as Beau opens the door to a baffled Poppernak. 

“Huh.” Beau plays dumb, making a show of examining the lock. “Must’ve locked itself!”

Deputy Poppernak wanders inside, eying Jenny’s flushed cheeks and messier than normal hair. Then his eyes go wide.

Jenny plants her hands on her hips and narrows her own eyes, sending him a silent message to shut the fuck up and don’t you dare or I will kill you.

“Whatcha got, Popsocket?” Beau asks, slicing between Jenny’s death stare and Poppernak’s signature deer-in-headlights impression. He waltzes from the door back to the scene of the crime and proudly takes a seat.

Jenny is torn between hysterical laughter at the batshit absurdity of the situation and running from the deputy’s prying gaze. Instead, she draws a breath and clears her throat

“You were going to phone the neighbors?” She throws Poppernak a bone.

“Uhh... yeah. Neighbors,” Poppernak mutters, blinking down at his notes before hesitantly reporting his findings to his partner and his boss.

Jenny ticks her  impatient gaze to Beau long enough to catch his predictably self-satisfied smirk. She bites into her bottom lip to keep from giggling as a blush creeps across her cheeks and she settles back against the edge of the mahogany desk.

#jenny hoyt fic #beau arlen fic #big sky fic #jenny x beau #jenny x beau fic

[julesthequirky]

The Choice

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Reader x Dean, Reader x Beau Arlen, Reader x Soldier Boy, OC mother, antique salesman

Warnings: (Warnings will be updated when chapters are released) Language, typical SB behaviour, smut, asshole mom.

W/C: 19,348 (so far)

A/N: All spicy chapters will be symbolised with a chilli pepper.

The Choice now has a Spotify playlist, which will be linked here.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven 🌶

Chapter Twelve

#The Choice #julesthequirky's fics #reader insert #beau arlen #big sky #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x you #soldier boy fanfiction #beau arlen smut #beau arlen x female reader #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #multiple fandoms #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen ackles characters

[waywardxwords]

The Fix

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Warnings: Warnings will be listed on individual chapters. Language, abduction, domestic violence discussion/descriptions, drug topics are a few. I reserve the right to add additional warnings as I go.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

Completed 11/17/23

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[zepskies]

Didn't Mean to Stay

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader 

Summary: After three months, you ask Beau to make it clear. Is he serious about this relationship, or are you two just passing time?

AN: I've done a lot of Soldier Boy recently, so here's Beau for a palette cleanser. 😂 This came about from this music prompt a while back! I’m happy to finally get to this. 

Song Inspo: “Didn’t Mean to Stay All Night” by Starship

Word Count: 1,700 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Nudity, fluff, bit of angst.

In times like these, you really hated the sun. 

You squeezed your eyes tighter, trying to block out the beam of light that seemed to be hitting you directly between the eyes. 

Damn. Really need to get those blinds fixed.

You’d asked your landlord about it a few times now. Not to mention the backed up garbage disposal in your sink, and your refrigerator that kept leaking something green.

Whatever. Rent’s cheap for a reason, you mused. 

With a sleepy sigh, you rolled over and met resistance. A toned, freckled arm was in your way. You slipped a hand around the familiar bicep, soothing warm fingers over chilled skin. 

A deep hum reached you, followed by Beau’s head lolling over.

A smile growing across your lips, you snuggled closer and perched your chin on his shoulder. And with gentle fingers, you traced across his brows, sweeping away locks of his brown hair. You then traced down his nose, the bow of his lips, the point of his bearded chin.

When his green eyes finally opened, they found your face with fond, if sleepy exasperation. It seemed you couldn’t help but wake him up. But he could admit, you gave the best damn wake up calls. 

“There’s a man in my bed,” you said. Your cheeky smile grew along with his.

“That there is,” he said. His eyes roamed your face, probably for the same reason you traced his. He unearthed a hand from below the covers to thumb at your chin, tilting your face up to him for a slow morning kiss. 

But as always with Sheriff Beau Arlen, it never stopped there. His hand swept across your cheek, into your hair that was still tangled from the night before. You went willingly into his embrace, slipping your naked thigh between his legs and half lying on his chest. His bare skin felt cool against yours. 

“Why’re you so cold?” you wondered with a frown. You rubbed down his arm, his chest, his back and shoulders, whatever exposed skin you could reach. Beau quirked a smile and held you tighter against him, pressing your breasts against his chest. His hands splayed across your back and playfully squeezed you. 

“Why’re you so warm?” he countered. “Thought it was my job to bring the heat here.” 

You snorted in response. “That’s a shared responsibility, sir.”

You felt his length growing against your thigh in response to your touch, and you were tempted to reach below the sheets to give him a proper “good morning.” Beau’s nipping kisses along your neck distracted you, however. 

“Guess I’m not used to winters in Montana just yet,” he admitted. His voice was deep and still a bit coarse. Delight tingled down your spine as you ran a warm hand up and down his back. 

“That’s okay. I’ll help you acclimate,” you said in his ear. His chuckle reverberated in your chest, down to your toes. 

“I’m sure you will, darlin’,” he said with that Texan drawl of his. It was always thicker when he was sleepy. You also heard the smile in his voice. “Though I gotta wonder if we haven’t been doing just that for the past few months.”

Your lips pressed thoughtfully against his neck. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that.”

“Yeah?”

You leaned back so you could see his face, and you held a hand to his cheek. Just as you drew your courage enough to ask him what had been plaguing your mind for weeks now, Beau caught sight of the digital clock on your nightstand. 

“Aw, damn,” he said. “Didn’t mean to stay all night again.”

You couldn’t help but deflate at that. Withdrawing your hand, your smile faded. He caught the change when he glanced back up at you, and his brows furrowed. 

“Sorry, it’s just…Carla’s bringing my daughter this morning. I’m taking her out for breakfast before my shift,” he admitted. 

You nodded at that, though you still hadn’t officially met his daughter Emily. Not as his girlfriend at least…but then again, even after three months, you weren’t sure if you’d earned that label. 

Clearly you hadn’t, as Beau wasn’t inviting you to breakfast.

He probably just wants to spend some one-on-one time with his daughter, you tried to reason. You knew he didn’t get to see her as often as he liked. 

“If she likes pancakes, might want to take her to The Belgian. They make a mean three-egg scramble too,” you supplied, giving him a smile as you started to detangle yourself from his embrace. 

Beau quirked a brow and caught you quick by the wrist. “Not so fast there.”

Your breath caught in your throat when he guided you back down. He clasped your hand to his chest and peered up at your face, raising his brows, searching your gaze. 

“Am I missing somethin’ here?” he asked. 

You rose a brow back. Maybe you were feeling a bit petulant. “I don’t think so.”

Beau heard your tone loud and clear. His brows furrowed as his thumb drew back and forth over the back of your hand. Then, his eyes brightened with a realization.

“What were you trying to tell me just a minute ago?” he asked. Your lips pursed.

“Nothing,” you denied, trying to tug your hand out of his. He held firm, but his frown deepened. 

“For damn sure, that’s not your nothing face,” he said. “Level with me, please?”

The longer you chanced staring into his eyes, the quicker his earnestness got to you. You let out a sigh and relaxed back down in the bed. You laid on your side and squeezed your fingers around his hand. 

“Beau, I don’t want to put any more pressure on you than you already have.” At work, and in other areas of his life, as he’d managed to tell you. Mind you, that had come after weeks and months of letting him know, in whatever ways you could, that his deeper thoughts and worries were safe with you. 

“But I have to know,” you said. “…What are we doing here?”

Beau looked surprised by the question. It took him long enough to answer that you had to assume the worst.

“Look, I understand if you’re not ready for something serious right now,” you said, hating the shake in your voice. “But, um…if that’s what this is for you, then I’m not sure I can keep on.”

Beau frowned. “All right. Hold on.”

Again, he gently tugged you back from pulling away from him. He held your cheek this time, and he was prepared to catch the tears he saw welling up in your eyes. 

“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. And I’m sorry, I guess that’s my fault,” he said. His thumb soothed against your cheek, but it was his smile that gave you hope. 

“I was operating under the assumption that you’re my girl… That all right with you?” he asked with his usual charm, and maybe a bit of cheek. 

A slow smile tugged at your lips, just as relief began to make you feel lighter.

“It just might be,” you quipped. That earned you his grin in return. 

Beau leaned up and drew you into a kiss, slow at first, but quickly gaining in passion. His arms slipped around you again, pulling you onto his chest, then rolling you underneath him. You squealed in surprise at the move.

He caged you between his arms bracing on either side of your head, and his knees trapped your hips. You ran your hands up his bare chest, smiling in approval at the new warmth on his skin. 

But then you stopped him short of kissing you again as something occurred to you. 

“You need to get home,” you reminded him. “Emily’s going to be waiting for you soon.”

Beau hesitated, brows furrowing because he knew you were right, but he still gave you one more deep kiss.

“Say.” He briefly parted from you. “Got any plans this morning?”

Your smile grew, as warm as your hand on his cheek. 

“Not really. It’s a Saturday with me, myself, and I,” you replied. Beau plied you with his lips, once, twice, and then burned a slow, hot path down your neck. 

“Well, I think it’s high time I introduced my daughter to my girlfriend over a short stack of pancakes,” he said. He then pulled back enough to see your face, and he asked a question with his eyes. “That is, if she’s willing.”

Your smile for him was brighter than that golden beam of sunlight, which once again hit you dead in the face and nearly blinded you. 

But from where Beau was sitting, it just managed to make your eyes shine with every shade of beauty. 

“She could be persuaded,” you said. Your smile turned teasing. “She’s also got a leaky sink that needs fixing…and quite honestly, that fridge is starting to scare me.”

Beau’s chuckle shook the bed. “Shoulda known that ask would come with a price tag. Free pancakes ain’t enough for you?”

When he dipped down for another kiss, you mischievously turned your head so he got your cheek instead. 

“Oh, now you’re playin’ hard to get?” he quipped. “I see how it is…”

You giggled as his body weight playfully threatened to crush you. But you trailed your fingers through his hair and showed him your earnestness this time. 

“Of course I want to meet your daughter, Beau. I know it hasn’t been that long but…” You bit your lip against a deeper confession, though you knew he would find it in your eyes. 

His face softened, eyes crinkling at the corners with his smile. 

“How’s this. After my shift tonight, I’ll start on fixing that wily fridge,” he offered. 

Your insides warmed like maple syrup, and you twined your arms around his neck.

“Make it tomorrow,” you said. Your eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

AN: Aww, writing this 'lil fic made me all warm and fuzzy. 🥰 Let me know what you think!

(I also have more Soldier Boy imagines coming soon, either next week or this week, if I get impatient lol.)

Big Sky Masterlist

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Tag List:

@deans-baby-momma @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @deanwanddamons @antisocialcorrupt @iprobablyshipit91 @agalliasi @venicesem @deans-spinster-witch @chriszgirl92 @lyarr24 @ladysparkles78 @solariklees @xsophianicolex @deansbbyx @mimaria420 @candy-coated-misery0731 @curlycarley @sarahgracej @bagpussjocken @waters-2567 @ultrahviolentart @deans-spinster-witch @this-is-me19 @kazsrm67 @letheatheodore @agothwithheavysetmakeup @ades106 @jacklesdeanvessel @foxyjwls007 @wincastifer @emily-winchester @beautyvaliant @chernayawidow @beskarfilms

#Didn't Mean to Stay #big sky #beau arlen #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x female reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen fics #fluff #angst #smuttish #zepskies writes

[winchestergirl2]

October Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs List

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The One That Got Away Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.

Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.

Smoke Eater Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | @zepskies

Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

Escape Chapter 66 | Chapter 67 | Chapter 68 | @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary: A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

Massages And More @miss-madness67

Authors Summary: Dean really likes your massage.

Meant To Be Mine @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: A mix up leads to life changing consequences. 

Sam Winchester

Yellow @idreamofhazel

Authors Summary: I listened to Yellow by Coldplay and got inspired. 

Untitled Sam Winchester Drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Relax @imagineteamfreewill

Authors Summary: It’s almost the end of the semester and your schedule is jam-packed, leaving you stressed, overwhelmed, and overtired. Thankfully, Sam Winchester is the best at helping you relax.

Family Friends and Loved Ones @waywardxwords

Authors Summary: You make it home for Thanksgiving to see your family again, bringing Sam and Dean with you.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

New Blood @wayward-dreamer

Authors Summary: The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn't pleased with the idea, as he's the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter.

Friday the 13th

Clay Miller

Flyers @plus-size-reader

Authors Summary: Going out with Clay to help look for Whitney and bonding with him in a way that you never have before

Friday The 13th (2009) @bored-writer101

Authors Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Wonderwall @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: teasing beau during work and leaving without finishing. when he gets home he wants to pick up where they left off.

Only Ever Holding Onto You Part 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: When Beau Arlen called and asked Y/N to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff's Department, she knew she should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for her relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had her put in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed her; how could she say no? Yet, the more time she spends in Big Sky Country, the more Y/N wonders if she should have stayed in Houston.

Untitled Beau Arlen Drabble @smellingofpoetry

Montana Stars @spnbaby-67

Authors Summary Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.

Chicago Fire

Matt Casey

Better late than never @deanstead

Authors Summary: After witnessing Y/N’s interaction with Connor, Matt finally decides to tell her how he feels

Imagine: Seeing Matt at Molly's after returning to Chicago @deanstead

Untitled Matt Casey Drabble @deanstead

Authors Summary: Matt surprising his wife with a puppy

Ten Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Movie Night To Remember @daughterofcain-67

Authors Summary: In honor of spooky season, The Beach City Grill is throwing a Horror movie night event by putting on the movie Scream! The employees are excited, and so are some of the regulars. Your friends, Piper, Jen and Tish invite you to come because she knows you're another regular at the grill. But the thing is, you hate scary movies, crime shows or anything dealing with blood. Which will be scarier? Actually watching this movie, or embarrassing yourself in front of a guy you like?

The Body @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: tish dared priestly to wear a dress to work in exchange for a week off.

Smallville

Jason Teague

Assistant Hottie @zepskies

Authors Summary: Jason Teague, Assistant Football Coach, meets you in the faculty break lounge at Smallville High. He tries to kick you out, thinking you’re a student. Technically, you are. Turns out, you both go to the same university. 

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[harmonity-vibes]

#imagines #fictional boyfriend #fictional characters #jensen ackles #dean winchester #fictional crushes #beauarlenedit #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen fic #beau arlen #spn cast #spn fanfic #spn edit #spn #spnedit #spnfandom #jensenedit #jensen ackles character #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles character fanfic #big sky #big sky fanfiction

[jackles010378]

Flannel of Desire

(Dean Winchester X you)

(mentions of intimacy nothing too graphic)

Dean catches you wearing his flannel and likes what he sees 😏

Dean walked into the kitchen of the bunker, his eyes scanning the room for a snack. As he turned the corner, his gaze fell upon you, wearing one of his favorite flannel shirts, sleeves rolled up as you diligently cleaned the countertops. Something inside him stirred, a feeling of attraction that he couldn't ignore.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching you intently, his mind racing with thoughts and desires. The way the shirt hugged your curves, accentuating your every movement, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't deny the rush of arousal that surged through him, and he knew he had to make a move.

Slowly and deliberately, Dean approached you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, I see you've found my shirt," he said, his voice low and husky. You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes.

"Yeah," you replied, a faint blush tinting your cheeks. "I hope you don't mind. It was just lying around, and I couldn't resist."

Dean took a step closer, his body now mere inches away from yours. He reached out, his fingertips gently tracing the fabric of the flannel against your arm, sending tingles of electricity through your skin. "Trust me, I don't mind at all," he whispered, his voice heavy with desire.

The chemistry between you intensified, the air in the room thick with anticipation. Dean's hand moved from your arm to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hypnotic green eyes locked with yours, a mixture of vulnerability and longing shining through.

Without another word, Dean's lips met yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within both of you. Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, the taste and warmth of each other's mouths becoming intoxicating.

Desire surged through your bodies as you stumbled towards the bedroom, leaving the kitchen forgotten and the cleaning abandoned. The intensity between you was undeniable, an electric current drawing you closer with every touch, every caress.

Inside the bedroom, clothes were shed like a trail of breadcrumbs, each discarded garment fueling the excitement. The plaid shirt, once innocent, was now a symbol of provocative desire. The soft fabric slipped off your body, revealing your vulnerability and awakening a raw hunger in Dean.

The room became a canvas of discovery, as your bodies moulded into one, exploring one another with unbridled passion. Skin met skin, creating a symphony of sighs and moans that echoed through the walls. Pleasure surged through every nerve ending, the connection between you reaching new heights with each passing moment.

In that moment of pure intimacy, there was no denying the magnetic pull that had brought you together. Dean, with his rugged charm and smoldering passion, had become an insatiable force in your life. It was a night of unforgettable pleasure, a culmination of desire that left you both breathless, sated, and yearning for more.

The following morning, Dean woke up, stretching his arms reaching out for you, only to realise you had gone. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of joggers and a hoodie and went in search of you. As he made his way down the halls, he could hear you humming. Yet again he found you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you both, wearing nothing but his flannel. Leaning against the doorframe again he looked you up and down "you know y/n, you keep wearing my shirts, we're never gonna make it out of my room". You placed the wooden spoon on the counter top and turned around slowly to look at Dean "is that a promise Winchester" you replied with a smirk. It took a second for Dean to walk over to you, tugging you close to him and pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. Pulling away leaving you breathless "oh it most certainly is, I will gladly give you all my shirts to wear" he said with a huge smile, kissing you once more.

In that moment, you knew that his flannel had been the catalyst, bringing you both together in a whirlwind of ecstasy. A reminder that sometimes, unexpected encounters can ignite a fire that burns brighter than anything either of you could have imagined.

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[waynes-multiverse]

Midnight Mischief

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F!Reader

Summary: Leaving Cassie’s Halloween party, the way home leads to a thrilling detour under the moonlight for Sheriff Arlen.

Warnings: +18, some Halloween shenanigans, fluff, smut (p in v, dirty talk, semi-public)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Little something for Halloween I wrote a few weeks ago to feed my shameless obsession with this man (and keep my excitement for Taylor’s album in check. The Cinderella thing was a happy accident 👀). Enjoy and happy Halloween, my loves! 💜👻🖤🎃

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“Y/N, wait!”

The cold October wind rustles the red, orange, and golden leaves on the sidewalk, the freezing breeze brushing his skin and stinging his freckle-dusted cheeks and nose until they blush crimson. As Beau halts in the middle of the sidewalk and desperately catches his breath on his knees, the air vaporizes in little clouds of mist as it leaves his hot lungs.

Straightening up and placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes roam the chaotic crowd of adults and children in costumes that surround him, strolling through the neighborhood on their annual trick-or-treating adventure as he looks for the lively woman in a red cape that shamelessly stole his heart. His gaze drifts to the sky, where the full moon stands high, accompanied by a few gray clouds that cover the pale yellow light. They left the party shortly after the clock struck twelve, his date fleeing like Cinderella into the midnight’s shadows.

“BOOOOO!”

Beau startles and almost topples to the pavement when his girlfriend jumps out behind a row of hedges and wraps her arms like a spider around his body. The sweet laughter that reaches his ears is the best sound he’s ever heard in the entire world. If his life had its own movie soundtrack, Y/N’s happy laugh would be the first track without contest. The second track, though, would be her little moans whenever he makes her come, no matter if it’s on his fingers, tongue, or dick. Naturally, that’s his second favorite sound.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” he chuckles and runs a palm over his face to hide the temporary shock and embarrassment of her little sneak attack before dipping his head and claiming her lush lips. His tongue catches hints of apple cider and the bourbon they shared earlier at Cassie’s Halloween party as he drinks the taste from her mouth like a parched man. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, darlin’.”

She giggles, her dimples a blush pink from the cold and the mischief. “You scare pretty easy for someone working in law enforcement,” she teases him and lifts an eyebrow, scanning his tall frame, “I can’t believe you wore your uniform to the party. You know, that doesn’t technically count as a costume.”

“Why not? I’m going as a sheriff,” he quips with a grin and slings his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest to keep her warm as they continue their stroll home.

“Exactly. That doesn’t count. You’re always the sheriff,” she laughs, pulling her scarlet hood a little more over her head to protect her freezing ears.

“Well, it wouldn’t have mattered. As soon as you revealed that Red Riding Hood costume, no one was looking at me anymore, anyways,” Beau smirks smugly, his juniper orbs twinkling with pride, mischief, and lust as he inconspicuously ogles the swell of her breasts in his periphery, the smooth flesh slightly spilling out of her dress.

Her cheeks blush, but this time it’s not caused by the winter cold. Y/N pulls her lower lip between her teeth and chews flirtatiously on it, “Yeah? You like it?”

Beau lets out a low chuckle, the timbre of his voice rumbling in his chest as he stops and leans closer to her, his hot breath warming the shell of her ear when he whispers, “Oh, the big, bad wolf will show you how much he loved it once we’re home, darlin’.”

Her arms wind around his neck, letting her weight comfortably hang from his broad shoulders as she tiptoes up to his eye level. Y/N then playfully contemplates and grins broadly, “Hmmm, but why wait? A lot can happen in the woods.”

With that, she plants a wet kiss on his lips and grabs his hand, his fingers interlocking with hers as she leads him further down the street at a hurried pace. Beau doesn’t care where she takes him. As soon as he laid eyes on that girl the second they met, he knew he’d follow her anywhere, no matter where – no questions asked.

Well, some questions asked.

“Y/N, uhm, where are-… what are you-…” Leading him to the last house on the street that borders a small forest, she stops right next to a prohibitive sign that’s supposed to fend off trespassers and daringly opens the creaking wooden gate that leads to the backyard. “Y/N, this is private property. We can’t just trespass.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a goody-two-shoes,” Y/N snorts, laughing wholeheartedly, her hood sliding off her head as it dips back. Her teeth hold back her bottom lip, hiding the giant grin behind it as she defiantly steps backward into the front yard. “C’mon, baby, don’t be a chicken. Break the law a little with me,” she wiggles her eyebrows, smirking, and then loosens the ties around her ruby-red hood, the fabric leaving her shoulders and gliding to the wilted grass underneath her boots.

His heart thumps harder in his ribcage, hot blood pumping through his veins and warming his skin despite the freezing cold as his eyes rake over her perfect curves. Beau thought it was impossible to sweat in this weather, but now he knows that truly anything is possible as long as he’s with her. His pine-green orbs watch as she hops into the grown-over garden and disappears in the midnight darkness behind the building, her hips seductively swaying with every chipper step.

The home looks abandoned, rotten wood boards nailed across the windows without a single light source inside, tall grass and wild weeds reaching his knees. There’s an audible bang as the wind eerily slams a brittle window shutter, causing several shudders to run down his spine and form goosebumps on his skin.

Y/N loves to tease her boyfriend whenever she can. Beau is like a little treasure chest full of charm, happiness, and sweetness, and while his happy-go-lucky attitude fools most people, it never fools her. She knows he constantly worries about everything – but especially when he tries to hide it from her. While Beau might talk about his punch list openly, there’s an even bigger list he carries around in secret – his care list. Because Beau loves nothing more than to worry about all the things he cares with his heart and soul about – his job, his deputies, his friends, his daughter, and now even her. Y/N can see it in the brief moments when his smile falters for the shortest second, when his Adam’s apple bobs with concern whenever he assumes no one is looking, or when the usually talkative sheriff only offers one-word replies. While he would never admit to it and always brushes any worries of hers away, she still knows precisely when he’s anxious.

And this particular night, the protective father in him is worried because Emily is attending her first Halloween party, so Y/N has taken it upon herself to distract her boyfriend’s mind as best as she can. Nudity has always been the biggest selling point so far, and she knows it won’t fail her tonight, either.

Waiting patiently for him behind the house under a big oak tree, Beau soon rounds the corner with a curiously arched eyebrow, not able to resist her challenge as he plants his bow legs in front of her. “You little minx,” he smiles, happy wrinkles visible around his emerald orbs, and pecks her lips lovingly, their fingers interlacing. “You know, we could get arrested if someone catches us.”

“Starting with the dirty talk already, huh?” Y/N knows no one in this town will arrest them. One, the house has been empty since she was a child, the owners living in Nebraska now and not having visited their property in over a decade. And two, even if someone catches them, no one would care because the couple is beloved by everyone in town. So, the only thing Beau truly needs to fear is the endless teasing by Poppernak and Jenny if they do find him trespassing with his pants down, which is still a highly unlikely scenario.

Beau chuckles softly, shaking his head, “Your clean record really surprises me every time, darlin’.”

“Honestly, me too,” she grins slyly, her arms locking around his neck as she claims his plump lips, catching scents of caramel, apple, cinnamon, and chocolate. Beau always had a sweet tooth, so she wasn’t surprised when he loaded up on Denise’s spooky cookie selection throughout the night until he was close to puking. “Guess I’m good at getting out of things… or was it into things?” she muses in mock, her hand trailing down his broad chest until it reaches his slacks and palms his half-hard dick through the fabric. The longer she rubs his solid length and feels his weight and firmness in her palm, the more arousal pools between her aching thighs in anticipation.

“Shit,” Beau mutters as he loses his bearings. Y/N grins in triumph. Making a strong, proud, and tall guy like him crumble and lose his posture repeatedly might have become her favorite pastime activity since they started dating.

Surrendering, he catches her scarlet lips, his hat falling to the ground as he devours her mouth, tongue breaching inside with urgency and dancing with hers for dominance. His palms wander down to the globes of her ass and squeeze the juicy flesh over her skirt before he lifts her into his strong arms, her legs reflexively wrapping around his waist. Pressing her body firmly against the trunk of the big oak, he ceases his attack on her kiss-swollen, red-painted lips, breaths leaving their lungs in a ragged rhythm. “Alright, you win. But it’s gonna be a quickie. You’ll get your bad girl treatment once we actually make it home, baby girl.”

Knowingly, Y/N lets out an amused laugh, “Scared the neighbors will hear the slapping?”

“You bet your ass,” Beau chuckles with a smug wag of his eyebrows, the sound of his laugh so sweet and velvety it warms her heart as if someone poured a glass of milk and honey over it. His hand tenderly brushes a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear, his green eyes piercing into her soul and causing her to shudder as he looks at her intensely. “I love you… with everything I got, which I know isn’t a lot.”

Y/N smiles softly and pecks the tip of his freckled nose, her arms around his neck tightly holding onto him, chained for eternity. “Are you kidding me? I love you so goddamn much… And I love everything you give me, which is plenty, by the way. You’re all I ever wanted. It’s like someone built you just for me, y’know?”

The corners of his mouth curve up into a smile that matches hers, “Yeah, I feel the same about you, darlin’.” He kisses her lips, nibbles on the bottom one and sucks it between his teeth before placing more wet kisses down her jaw and throat until tongue and lips reach her pulse point, the gruff beard deliciously scratching her sensitive skin. “I can’t tell you how many times a day I think about this perfectly tight pussy of yours either, sweetheart. How wet are you already for me, hm?”

Dear fucking God…

Beau is much like a bear in some regard because he’s the sweetest and cuddliest man she’s ever met until she wakes him from his hibernation. Then, he will just ferociously follow the luring scent of his honey pot and take what’s his, not leaving a single drop for anyone else. Not even bear spray could get him off her now.

“Soaking, baby,” she mewls and grinds her crotch against his throbbing erection, imagining how his tip is already swollen and dripping precum for her, his salty taste always causing her to drool. “Please fuck me now. Wanna feel that thick, long cock fuck me hard and deep.”

Beau growls wantonly against her skin, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the vibrations causing the ache between her thighs to yearn for more friction. Their limbs then entangle in a frenzy, trying to shed all annoying barriers of clothing that block their treasure while still attempting to keep enough on to protect them from the freezing temperatures. The sheriff manages to free his massive cock, pants and boxers pooling by his boots as he quickly fists his length. Y/N has it a little easier, only wearing a dress and a pair of over-knee stockings, and simply pushes her black lace panties out of the way with her fingers, their bodies pushed flush against each other to keep them as warm as possible.

It’s so incredibly cold that Beau is even a little worried the solidity of his dick might suffer, but those worries are soon hushed when he enters her cozy heat, her hot cunt keeping him warm like a chimney fire. Threading his cock through her slick, the tip catches her wet and waiting entrance before he swiftly slides inside until he’s buried at the deepest spot of her pussy. Grunts, gasps, and whisper-quiet expletives are picked up by the wind and carried around the quaint garden as he fucks her relentlessly.

“Oh God… So good, baby. You always fuck me so good… always know how to take care of me,” she pants deliriously as he splits her almost in two. The stretch of his length forces her fingers to weave into his blond locks and tug on the strands until he groans against her skin. His teeth tear into her ample bottom lip in response, aware how much he loves the bits of pain in his pleasure as her fingernails scrape his scalp. “Fuck, I love that cock of yours. Every inch of you fills every inch of me, baby.”

“Shit, Y/N,” he mutters and hungrily claims her lips, his hips bucking at a faster pace and making each rough and deep thrust deliciously harder, the tight grip on her body leaving finger-shaped bruises on her delicate skin in their wake. “That filthy mouth is gonna make me bust, baby girl.”

“Don’t care. Right behind you,” she moans, her back arching against the tree trunk and scratching on the rough surface. “Might wanna cover my mouth if you’re still worried about the neighbors. Feels like a big one,” she croaks out with a panting smirk and manages to bite down on her tongue herself till she tastes bits of copper, her walls tightening around his hard cock as her orgasm threatens to spill.

“Nah, fuck ‘em. Better make sure the town knows you’re all mine, darlin’,” Beau grunts into her neck, a devilish smirk forming against her skin as he roughly kneads one tit and adjusts his angle to push even deeper. “Want you to soak my cock in your juices. Make him wet, sweetheart. Wanna feel that cunt tremble around me.”

“Oh God, Beau! Fuck, baby,” she moans loudly as she falls over the cliff into a sea of bliss, her climax rippling through every inch of her body and flooding her veins with mountains of oxytocin as she tightly holds onto him.

Beau quiets her moans with a few needy kisses, licking her sweet taste from her mouth. Four stuttering slams of his hips are all it takes until he shoots hot ropes of cum into her leaking pussy, painting her confines a creamy white as he stiffens between her thighs and lets his forehead fall against hers, a primal and deep grunt escaping his dry throat.  

Y/N softly wakes him from his daze by nudging his nose with hers, a broad smile molding into shape on her pink lips. “See? Breaking the law isn’t always bad.”

Beau snorts, chuckling, and tenderly caresses the rose-colored apples of her cheeks with his thumb. “Uh-huh, I’ll remember that one for the Christmas speech this year. Luckily, there wasn’t a ‘no trespassing’ sign on you, darlin’.”

“Oh, there will never be one when it comes to you, Sheriff Arlen,” she grins cheekily and tastes his mouth one last time before the pair finally embarks on their journey home.

Hope you enjoyed our Sheriff and some heat under the moonlight, loves! 😏🌌🌕

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