#big sky imagine

[kaleldobrev]

Lookin’ at the Stars

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Mom!Reader

Summary: Beau takes you and your daughter out on a special family date to look at the night sky

Original Prompt: Requested by @deansbbyx | I don’t think Beau Arlen gets a lot of love so I was thinkin som fluffy family fic with him and reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: A whole lot of fluff

Authors Note: So this is my first time writing for Beau and I hope I was able to do his character justice! | Thanks to my lovely friend @thatonewriter15 for beta reading this for me | I hope this came out just as fluffy as you were hoping my friend! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You woke up groaning to the sound of your alarm. 6am on the dot. For as long as you could remember you’ve never been a morning person; but that quickly changed once you had Amelia — your daughter who, despite being a pain in your side sometimes and thinks she’s attached to your hip, is honestly one of the best things that’s ever happened to you.

Once you had her, you had to become a morning person much to your dismay. In the beginning it was hard as prior to having her you never got up before 9am as you worked afternoon shifts — there was simply no reason to get up at 6 or 7am. But once the two of you developed a routine it became easier; the two of you working as teammates.

But today, for some reason, it felt even harder for you to get up. You felt drained, your eyes were still heavy, all you wanted more than anything was to get back to sleep. Your alarm went off again and you tried your hardest not to throw your phone across the room. With another groan, you shut off your alarm and got out of bed slowly, the hardwood flooring of your apartment felt cold against your feet. As soon as your feet touched the wood there was a knock on the door. Another groan left your lips; Amelia jumped out of bed and started running down the hall.

“Don’t worry mommy I got the door!” She beamed, her little feet smacking against the wood.

“Mel, let mom get the door okay?” You said, rushing out your bedroom door.

“But what if it’s —”

“It’s not him Sweetheart. He doesn’t come over this early you know that.” You said, and her face dropped. “Don’t be sad Sweetie. I know you want to see him, I want to too. But we’re probably not going to see him until later when he’s done with work.”

“At the Sheriffs office!” Amelia said, happy with herself that she remembered.

“Yes, at the Sheriffs office.” You smiled, slightly praising her.

Another knock came at the door and there was a part of you that was getting a little mad at the persistentness. It was 6 in the morning — who could possibly be coming at this hour? “Special delivery!” You knew that voice from anywhere, and it a matter of seconds that annoyance you had melted away.

Amelia looked at you, hands on her hips. “Told you it was your boyfriend!” She said, sticking her tongue out at you. You stuck your tongue out at her back, and she couldn’t help but giggle. Once opening the door you didn’t even have a chance to greet your boyfriend before Amelia was running past you to get to him. “Beau!” She called, and without warning jumped into his arms.

Not fully prepared for her to do that, the bag of what you assumed to be food almost fell out of his hands as he wrapped his arms around her, making sure she didn’t fall out of his arms. “Hey Kiddo,” he said, his voice in a similar joyful tone as hers was in. “How we doin’ this mornin’?” He asked, his accent a little bit more prominent than usual.

Amelia looked at him, her arms around his neck. “Good now that you’re here!” She beamed — you couldn’t help but agree with her answer.

Beau looked at you and smiled, and you couldn’t help but look at the two of them; happy that he had taken an instant liking to Amelia (and vice versa). “How about you darlin’?”

“You know I’m always happy to see you.” You grinned.

“You better be. Because I come bearing gifts.” He stated holding up a white paper bag.

“If that gift is food you are more than welcome to come inside.” You teased. “Let me take that since you’re too busy with your favorite.” You said, gently tickling your daughter in her side as she wriggled.

“Mom! Stop!” She laughed.

“Okay, okay.” You said kissing her on the cheek. “And one for you,” you said as you gave him a quick peck.

“Gross!” Amelia said.

“So, what brings you here so early? You never come this early.” You said, taking a sip of your orange juice.

“I uh, I took the day off actually.” He said, and you couldn’t help but look at him with disbelief.

“You? You took the day off?” You asked. “You never do that.”

“Yeah well, first time for everything.” He said. “Jenny insisted.”

“Ah.” Was all you said before taking a giant bite out of your breakfast wrap.

“I like her. She’s always so nice to me. And her hair is really pretty.” Amelia chimed in, mouth full of waffles. “Mommy when are you going to hang out with her again?”

“Probably this weekend Sweetheart. But we have to see, you know how busy she can be.” You stated; Amelia’s face dropped. “But I’m sure as soon as I mention you she’ll try and rush over.” You winked, causing her to smile. “You know how much she adores you.”

“Oh she sure does.” Beau let out a small chuckle. “I was thinking, you two don’t have any plans today right? Well, besides school for this one.”

“Not that I can think of. Why? What did you have in mind?” You asked curious.

“I was thinking, if you two are up for it, we could find a nice empty field somewhere, take some chairs, make some food, make a fire, watch the night sky.” He said, his voice sounding a tad nervous. It almost sounded more nervous than it did when he initially asked you out on your first date a few months ago.

“So camping without the camping?” You clarified.

“Essentially yes.” He said. “Think of it as a…family date night.”

“Family date night?” You smiled, loving the sound of that.

“That sounds like fun!” Amelia almost yelled. The only reason it didn’t come out as a yell was because her mouth was still full of waffles.

“What she said.” You said pointing to Amelia.

“Okay mommy how do I look?” Your daughter asked as she did a small spin to showcase her outfit. Like usual, she decided that she wanted to wear something sparkly for the occasion as she believed wearing something with sparkles was the epitome of fashion — reasons why she somehow convinced you to wear something sparkly on your first date with Beau, thankfully he found it cute.

“As cute as always Sweetie.” You said. “How about me?” You too did a similar type of spin as her as you showcased your outfit. It wasn’t sparkling (much to your daughters dismay), but you thought it matched her outfit well.

“You look beautiful mommy!” She said, side hugging you.

“Thanks Bean.” You said kissing her on the top of the head. “Now, I need you to make me a promise tonight okay?” You began as you kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in yours.

“No promises but I can try.” She grinned — she was becoming more and more like you each day.

You let out a small laugh. “I appreciate the honesty.” You smiled. “But, it’s gonna be a little chilly tonight so I need you to keep the jacket on okay?”

“But won’t the fire keep us warm?” She asked.

“Yes, but, we still need to keep our jackets on. You know why? Because it’ll keep us even extra warm.” You smiled.

“Okay.” Amelia said, a little disappointed.

“Can we shake on it?” You asked, now holding out your hand for her to shake.

“It’s a promise.” The two of you said in unison as you shook hands.

The drive to the field went like a blur but it was filled with song after song of you and Amelia singing to the radio as Beau chimed in during random verses. And like Amelia fashion, she found it the funniest thing whenever Beau would chime in, as he wouldn’t be as serious about getting the lyrics right like you and her tried to do.

As soon as Beau parked, Amelia went straight to the door handle trying to open the door. “Open the door! Open the door!” Her patience running thin.

“Alright alright. Don’t worry it’s not a race.” Beau said, his voice calm.

“Sorry sorry. I’m just excited.” Amelia said as she removed her hand from the door handle.

As you were about to speak to reassure her that she didn’t need to apologize Beau did it for you. “No need to apologize Bean. I’m glad you’re excited.” He leaned in. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yes.” She leaned in too, whispering.

“I’m excited too.” He smiled, whispering back. “Alright, I’ll open the door in five. Want to give me a countdown?”

Amelia kicked her feet with excitement. “Yes! One…two…three…four…five!” As soon as your daughter said five, Beau unlocked the doors and Amelia — without hesitation, opened the door and jumped out of the car.

As you watched her get out of the car and run into the empty field you pulled into, you couldn’t help but watch her as she ran around in circles occupying herself. Turning to Beau you smiled. “Thanks for this.” You said, placing your hand on his cheek.

“No need to thank me. I wanted to do this.” He reassured you, placing his hand on your thigh.

“I know but…I really do mean it. I really appreciate you doing this for Amelia…for me.”

“I’d do anything for both of you. You know that.” He gave your thigh a squeeze.

“I love you.” You said, slightly whispering.

“Love you too.” He said, leaning in and kissing you. “Come on, let’s go get her before she burns the field down.”

You grinned. “You know she would if she could.”

“Well, I don’t plan on making any arrests tonight. Well…not until later tonight.” He winked. “And with…permission of course ma’am.”

“Permission granted.” You winked back, the two of you kissing again.

“Okay so I brought your second favorite thing besides waffles.” Beau began as he started reaching into a bag next to him. As he grabbed the bag he pointed at Amelia. “No peaking.”

“No peaking!” She repeated back shutting her eyes and placing her hands over them.

“Are you peaking?” He asked her and then looked over at you.

“She keeps her word.” You said rubbing your hands together over the fire.

“Alright. I trust you.” He said. “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, not even putting any of his fingers up.

“Beau!” Amelia couldn’t help but let out the biggest giggle. It was the type of giggle you hadn’t heard her have in such a long time — and that was something that genuinely made you smile.

“Alright alright.” He said. “Open your eyes.” As her eyes opened he held the bag of marshmallows in his hand and her eyes light up like Christmas tree lights.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” She exclaimed getting up from her chair and running toward Beau with her hands out. Before she asked her next question she looked over at you, slight puppy dog eyes. “Mommy can I have one now?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Ask Beau Sweetheart.”

She turned to him, her hands still out. “May I have a marshmallow please?”

“Well, you did say please.” He said opening the bag. “Just one, because we’re going to make s’mores in a few.” He placed a marshmallow in her hand, her face continued to beam with joy.

“Thank you!” She said placing the entire marshmallow in her mouth.

“You want one?” He asked, a marshmallow between his pointer finger and thumb looking at you.

“Sure. What will it cost me?” You asked, getting up from your own chair and walking toward him.

“Hmmm,” he was deep in thought. “Kiss me?”

“I can do that.” You leaned down, your hands on either side of his face as you kissed him.

“Ewwww.” You heard Amelia say from a few feet away. “Adults are gross.” She said, scrunching her face in disgust.

The two of you pulled away and you took the marshmallow from his hands. “Sorry Mel, we’ll be more careful.” Beau said, giving you a look of amusement.

As the night went on, things started to wind down and it was finally getting to one of your favorite parts of the night: looking up at the night sky. Although it was something the three of you were doing a majority of the night between the laughing, story telling, and food eating, this was the first time the three of you weren’t doing anything but looking up at the sky.

“You know, I’ve lived here all my life and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at the sky.” You said, Beau’s arm around you now as Amelia made herself comfortable lying on a combination of not only your lap but Beau’s.

“It really is beautiful,” he agreed. “You know, as much as I love Texas, I’ll give Montana this, it does have some beautiful views.” He said looking at you as he said it.

You felt yourself blush at his compliment. “The views have definitely gotten better since you came to town.”

“Are you two going to kiss now?” Amelia said, looking up at the both of you.

“We could but, you do think it’s gross.” Beau commented.

“I’ll allow it.” Amelia said.

Beau and you exchanged looks. “You sure Bean?” You asked.

“I’m sure mommy. I’ll even close my eyes.” She said covering her eyes with her hands. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You and Beau let out small laughs. “With the permission of Amelia, can I kiss you darlin’?” He asked slightly leaning in.

“Yes you may.” You said, leaning in as well.

“Are you two kissing?” Amelia asked her eyes still closed. “Cause it doesn’t sound like it.”

Beau and you looked at Amelia, both of you holding back a laugh. “Come ‘ere.” You said, fully leaning in now and kissing him.

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[avanatural]

That Simple

Part 9

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?  

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff, angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 4k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of blood and stab wounds, mentions of kidnapping and homicide, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), hurt!sex, cursing

A/N: This chapter contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Beau tag list? Send me an ask! ❤️

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“Oh, fuck,” Y/N cussed to herself, pinning some fabric between her fingers. She straightened out her dress and assessed the damage. There was a huge stain of bleach on the black-and-white checkered material. Great. She hadn’t heard from Beau all day, and everything else was going to hell, too.

Ever since she’d left her bed that morning with puffy eyelids and an exhausted mind, Y/N had sent multiple texts to the Sheriff. But he hadn’t responded to a single one of her messages. It wasn’t like Beau, not getting back to her. It wasn’t like him at all, even after their… Argument? Disagreement? Falling out? She didn’t even know what to call it. She’d been acting distracted, inattentive, and clumsy all day. As soon as she closed up her salon that night, she was going to drive up to his trailer, that was for sure.

“Hey, you okay?”, Charlotte, one of her employees, asked, coming up behind her.

Y/N jumped, muscles tightening in surprise. As soon as she caught sight of Charlotte’s signature pink hair, she recognized whose palm had landed on her back. She relaxed visibly and leaned against the front desk. “Yeah.”

“You sure?” Charlotte took a look around, discreetly making sure that none of the customers were listening to them. “You seem pretty shaken up,” she continued more quietly.

Y/N shook her head and smiled at her fellow hairdresser as reassuringly as she could. “I’m fine.”

Charlotte briefly narrowed her eyes at Y/N, but ultimately decided not to push it. “I think your cellphone just rang,” she said, pointing her thumb in the break room’s direction.

Before Y/N could get out a single word in response, the telephone on the front desk started to ring. As soon as the shrill sound traveled through her ears, a sense of dread settled deep in her gut. She knew instantly that something was wrong. After the second ring, she abruptly picked up the speaker, beating Charlotte to it. She even forwent any introductions, instead going straight for a “Hello?”

Charlotte could hardly make out the hushed mumbling coming from the other end of the line. But she could clearly see the perplexed twitch of Y/N’s brow, and the tearful frown that followed.

“Yeah. What? What happened?”, Y/N asked, gaze nervously jumping back and forth between the computer and the day planner on the front desk. “I’ll be right there. Give me ten minutes, tops.” With fright in her chest, she hung up the phone and hurried through the salon to the break room, her hair bouncing with each of her steps.

Charlotte’s forehead crinkled with bewilderment as she followed her boss. When she entered the break room, Y/N was tossing her belongings into her bag. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”

Instead of giving any details, Y/N slung her bag over her shoulder. “Could you cancel my last appointments for the day?”

“What?”

“I gotta go. Now.”

“Emergency?”

“Yeah.” Y/N was already headed for the back door, in the greatest hurry of her life. Looking back, she threw one last glance Charlotte’s way. “It’s Beau.”

“Hi,” Y/N huffed, out of breath after climbing up the hospital stairs to the fifth floor. The elevator had been too packed with people and she couldn’t get to Beau fast enough. Her concern was spiraling from the tips of her jumpy feet up to her throbbing head. Her stomach turned like she was going to be sick all over the dirty white tiles.

The young man at the front desk looked up from the computer and met Y/N’s gaze. “Hello. How can I help you?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here to pick up-“

“Sheriff Arlen,” the young man responded, eyes twinkling with recognition. “He’s a talker, that one. He, uh, he’s really sorry he messed up.”

“What- I-“ She paused and subtly shook her head, unable to put her thoughts into order. “Where is he?”

“If you round that corner, you’ll find him waiting in the corridor.”

“Thank you.” After sending a grateful nod his way, Y/N turned her back and followed the young man’s instructions. As soon as she rounded the corner, she spotted a row of chairs against the wall.

The Sheriff was sitting on one of the chairs in the back of the empty corridor. He was wearing the denim button-down that Y/N loved so much. Crimson blood stains were scattered across the blue fabric, and part of the material that was supposed to cover his left shoulder was missing. A thick layer of bandages peeked through the hole.

When her footsteps echoed through the hallway, Beau lifted his head. Their gazes met, prompting him to get up on his feet. He didn’t move beyond that, didn’t move a muscle. All he could do was observe her. He felt guilty, ashamed, and so damn thankful, too. He didn’t know what to do. How would she react?

Y/N gave Beau a once-over. Aside from the messy stab wound in his shoulder, he seemed to be fine. Relief seeped into her aching heart and her face contorted, eyes prickling with salty tears. Before she knew it, her boots where speeding along the colorless corridor. When her body met his, everything else around her faded into a big black hole of nothing, losing all its meaning. All that mattered was the injured man before her.

When her front bumped into Beau’s torso, he remained still, startled by the sudden hug. If he hadn’t been given painkillers, the impact surely would have hurt worse than it did. After a second of processing her reaction, an immense flood of comfort kicked in, breaking down his walls and making him slump forward. His unscathed arm wound around her, pressing her into his chest. What the corridor lacked in color and warmth, Y/N breathed right back into him. “Thank you,” he rumbled into her hair, “For comin’. I didn’t know if you’d-“

“Of course, I came,” she spoke firmly and pulled back just far enough to look up into his shiny candy green eyes. “I dropped everything the second they reached me. I got so scared that I just-“

Before another word could escape her, her lips were occupied by Beau’s plump ones. He cupped her jaw with his right palm and caressed her mouth with his own. As they broke apart, he pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m glad you’re ‘ere.”

Her body leaned forward, making her forehead press harder against Beau’s, her soul melting right into his. “Me, too.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’.”

“I’m sorry, too.” A few moments passed, filled with utter silence, until Y/N found it in herself to break their little bubble of reunion bliss. “What happened?”

“Some asshole thought he could take me out.” Tenderly, Beau let his thumb swipe across her cheek. He gave her a somber, heart-stopping smile, conveying his stream of emotions with a single curl of his lips. “He was damn wrong about that.”

”He was,” Y/N agreed. As soon as his touch slipped from her face, she took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The Helena sun had set, and it was getting breezy outside.

“Thank you. For takin’ me home.” Beau’s brown boots hit the wooden porch that led up to his homey trailer.

“Thank you for letting them call me,” Y/N replied as the two of them came to a natural halt.

“It was, uh…” Beau scratched the arch of his eyebrow. “It was actually Hoyt who made ‘em call you. I didn’t have the damn guts.“ He sighed, his eyes haunted by regret. “I wanted to text you all day, you know? I was gonna swing by the salon during your break. I had this… Whole apology thing planned out. Then a homicide got called in. We tried to solve the case…. And I got stabbed and had to be sewed up.“ He proceeded to roll his eyes, mentally cursing himself for not doing a better job, both at being the Sheriff and Y/N’s partner. “Instead of makin’ it up to you, I get in contact with you because I need something? That’s a dick move.”

“Beau, if you need me, I’m there, no matter what happened between us.” When he attempted to avert his gaze, she crossed the invisible threshold into his personal space. She took his scruffy jaw between her palms and made him look at her. “You hear me? You’re stuck with me, handsome.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled, subconsciously leaning into her touch.

“I don’t deserve you,” she retorted, her tone shuddering with remorse as her hands fell from his jaw, “God, I was being such an idiot.”

“So was I.” Beau’s lips morphed into the gentlest of smiles, his fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. That’s all I should’ve said to you last night.”

“It’s alright.” Her hand landed on top of his, keeping his affection glued to her cheek, “You were just worried.”

“You stopped that robber, which should be all that matters, but…” His jaw clenched as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. “When I close my eyes, all I can see is you, trapped in his hold, and I just…” He stopped, incapable of finding words that could do justice to just how gut-wrenching his fear of losing Y/N was. Angry droplets of salt welled up in his eyes as he recalled the way she’d been held hostage. “I woulda done anything to get you outta there safely. Anything.”

Her eyebrows drew together shakily. Her mouth delivered a pained smile. “I know.”

When his tears threatened to cross the edge, he cleared his throat in defense and stepped away. He tilted his head toward his trailer and proceeded to change the topic. “You wanna come in? We could, uh, Netflix and chill.” With all his heart, he prayed that she was going to say yes. That she was not going to leave him just yet.

“I don’t think that means what you think it means,” she said, her smile turning from pained to amused. All Beau did in response was squint at her in the cutest, most confused way. “I’d love to,” she added sincerely.

“That simple, huh?”

“That simple.” With her spirits a dancing a little higher, she followed her partner into his trailer. Right away, she was hit with a feeling of comfort and ease. They were safe. And they were together.

“Let’s see…,” Beau said as he bent down and opened the small fridge in the kitchen area.  “Can I, uh, interest you in some… Cheap Beer? Water? Expired yogurt?”

Y/N’s chin almost met her chest as she looked down and grinned to herself. “Maybe we should’ve gone to my place instead.”

Twirling on his feet, he turned back around. “What are you sayin’?”

“I’m saying that I don’t wanna go separate ways tonight. Or tomorrow. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.” She searched his eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. “If that’s okay.”

“Hell, yes.” Beau’s instant approval struck Y/N like a love spell. “After last night…,” he trailed off and cleared his throat again. “It’s, uh, it’s more than okay.” A charming smirk grew on his ample mouth, bringing the light back to his face. “But we gotta go grocery shopping first thing tomorrow. My girl deserves better than cheap beer and expired yogurt.”

Y/N was in the safest place in the world. Dressed in one of his t-shirts, she melted into Beau’s grasp, straight into the love he radiated.

His arm was folded loosely around her middle, mindful of the deep wound in his shoulder. He was her big spoon, keeping her tucked against his chest, fearing that her presence was only a dream. Fearing that she would disappear into thin air if he didn’t hold on.

“I missed you,” she breathed into the darkness of his trailer.

“Missed you, too.” The tip of Beau’s nose snaked along her shoulder and up behind her ear.

The pads of Y/N’s fingers drew random patterns on his forearm. The previous night, which had been cold and lonely, made her value their exchange of warm touches all the more. “You haven’t told me what happened today.” When her partner didn’t respond right away, she waited patiently for him to take his time.

Silently, Beau relived the bloodcurdling case he’d solved alongside Jenny that day. After releasing a sigh from the depths of his lungs, he spoke up. “A teenager was kidnapped. The guy was plannin’ to abduct her since she was just a kid. He killed her mom, drugged the girl, and took her to a room that was hidden in the walls of his house.”

The little hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck stood up in shock. “Oh my God, that’s horrifying. Is she okay?”

“We got to her in time,” was all he said. Inching forward, he pressed himself more tightly against her back, intensifying their embrace. He didn’t want Y/N to ruminate about the viciousness of humanity. Beau had done nothing but that all day, and it had exhausted him. That night, all he wanted was to get away from the horrors that made up his daily life. Lucky for him, the woman in his arms was his antidote.

“The guy stabbed you.”

“Don’t think about what could’ve happened. All that matters is that we’re ‘ere together.” He planted a kiss in her hair. A kiss on her shoulder. A kiss on her neck. “Two idiots in love, right?”

A sudden, honest chuckle broke free from Y/N’s lungs. It felt foreign, leaving her body like that. She suddenly realized she hadn’t laughed all day. “Exactly right.” Craning her neck backwards, she eagerly connected her mouth to his. The touch of his lips on hers was a breath of fresh air after being confined in searing uncertainty all day.  

“Hmm,” he hummed. His calloused palm spread across her cheek, keeping her head in place to return her feverish kiss. He loved it when she took the lead kissing him. She was like a lioness pouncing on her bait, which was his ultimate kryptonite. Beau felt himself grow hard, soon straining against his boxers.

Y/N noticed his undeniable arousal and ground herself back into him. His grunt vibrated into her mouth, making her head spin. She needed to touch him, feel him, be connected with him in every way imaginable. Overcome with mischief, she reached back to rub the bulge in his boxers.

The Sheriff had to break away from her to drag some air into his lungs. “You’re drivin’ me crazy,” he confessed, breath fanning her face.

Her blossoming need for intimacy set her insides ablaze. Her arousal flourished so fast that she felt like she was going to implode if her partner didn’t fill her up soon. “I want you,” she whispered to him.

Her whisper resembled a sweet symphony – music to Beau’s ears. “Want you, too.” Despite the stinging sensation in his shoulder, he strengthened his grip on her cheek, hooking his fingers into some of her hair to pull her close for another heated kiss.

As his tongue claimed hers, Y/N giggled, stomach fluttering wildly at his enthusiasm. “What about your injury?”, she husked, voice hushed by his fierce lips on hers.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

Then, after Y/N had wriggled out of her t-shirt and underwear, she helped Beau do the same.

“Come ‘ere, beautiful.” His arm reclaimed its place around Y/N’s torso, tugging her back against his front. His aching arm was bent across her side, his forearm pressed between her breasts, his hand spread across her heart.

When he entered her from behind, he was careful. Gentle. When his devoted lips attached to her neck and distracted her through the burn, he was patient. Calm. When he began to thrust, it was slow. Loving. But when he tightened his arm around her to drag her back into his thrusts, he flinched.

His wince landed right in her ear, alerting her. “Beau… Take it slow, alright? I don’t want you to hurt.”

“It’s okay.” He pressed a sweet peck to her cheek and picked his lazy thrusts back up. Anything to please her.

But Y/N couldn’t relax. She couldn’t enjoy their connection knowing he was in pain. There was no way she could ignore his discomfort. “Beau, stop.” Her fingers dug into his forearm, making him cease his thrusts.

“You okay?”, he whispered into her ear.

It was so characteristic of Beau to ignore his own needs and focus on his loved ones instead. This time though, Y/N wouldn’t let him. She pushed her hips forward and rolled over, causing him to slip out of her. As she faced him, she could faintly see the beautiful outline of his finely chiseled features, illuminated by the moonlight. He truly was a work of art. “Lie on your back,” she said.

Staring back at her in the dark, he admired the faded view of her angelic face for another lasting second. Once his back was resting against the mattress, his arms sprawled out by his sides, she climbed onto him, straddling his toned thighs.

“What are you doin’?”, he wondered.

“I’m gonna do the work.” Her palm met the patch of skin that covered his heart. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he replied even before she’d completely finished her question.

His instant response made Y/N smile to herself. She sat up on her knees and positioned herself above his erection. When she slowly sank down on him, taking him in inch by inch, the couple hissed in unison.

Beau’s left arm remained by his side, granting his injured shoulder some rest. His right arm bent at the elbow, his hand clawing at Y/N’s hip.

“Better?”, she asked.

“So much better,” he grunted openly. His head sank further into the pillow as he surrendered to his arousal, to the feeling of raw bliss. To Y/N.

Once she’d adjusted to his size, she began rotating her hips. His shallow breaths became hers, and her quiet moans became his. His carnal sounds served as a manual on how to please him. A deep sigh? Keep circling those hips in a drawn-out forever symbol. A low groan? Slide down harder when rolling them forward. An unfiltered curse word? Jackpot. Repeat whatever it was that made him lose his grip on himself.

Slow sex had never felt as satisfying to Y/N. Maybe it was the fact that her heart was overflowing with love for Beau. Or maybe it was the fact his voice alone was sexy enough to send her tumbling to the edge. Maybe it was the fact that he was so deep inside of her that she lost every last rational bit of herself.

Beau’s long fingers kept clenching and unclenching around Y/N’s hip. With each roll of her hips, the arrow whose tip was coated with his release got closer and closer to hitting the bullseye. But he wasn’t ready to shoot just yet.

The Sheriff placed the soles of his feet on the mattress, causing his legs to bent, knees pointing at the ceiling. Y/N was propelled forward in the process and pushed a surprised gasp from her lungs. She chuckled and propped her hands against the trailer’s wall for stability.

Beau circled his unscathed arm around her waist and used his new-found leverage to thrust up into Y/N while she shoved herself down on him. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the trailer, and the windows started to fog up.

“Fuck…” The muscles in his thighs tensed, and so did his arm that was gripping Y/N. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna-“

“Go ahead”, she panted, “I’m right behind you.”

“I’m gonna-“ He dropped his right arm from around her, letting go. “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you if you don’t move.”

She scooped up his hand, guided it to her lips and kissed the back. “Do you wanna come inside me?”

“Is the sky blue?”, he retorted, baring his teeth with a grin.

Y/N laughed freely and pinned Beau’s wrist to the pillow, next to his head. She bent down and grazed his mouth with her own. “Alright, then.”

“You sure?”, he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.” She skimmed her feathery lips along his bearded cheek until she was met with his earlobe. “I wanna feel all of you,” she muttered into his ear and felt his thighs tremble against her ass.

When she started to move up and down his manhood again, the swollen tip was trapped between her inner walls so tightly that it took Beau’s breath away. The thought of coming inside her drove him wild, making his hips rock into her of their own accord. A layer of sweat gathered between them as they slid against each other’s skin.

Y/N’s grip wandered from Beau’s wrist to his palm. She interlaced their fingers and pressed the back of his hand into the pillow. She let the jerks of his hips guide her and slammed herself down on his lap, lust shooting through her veins. Her upper body remained in a hunched position, giving her the freedom to adorn his lips with kisses.

Beau was so close to spilling his seed that he could barely hold back. And he could tell that Y/N was just as close when she buried her face against his neck, panting into the crook. She was shaking above him, her thighs quivering, her pussy gripping him hard.

The Sheriff wriggled his hand out of her grasp and thumbed her clit, rubbing it in circular motions. “God, you feel so good,” he all but grunted, voice strained and muffled by her hair.

“Come with me, baby,” Y/N moaned, “Come with me. Want you to fill me up.”

Her sultry words served his green light on a platter. When he shot his load into her, the pleasure was so intense that he checked out for a second, his vision resembling a grey, flickering tv screen. Static. Y/N’s cries sounded far-away for a while, overshadowed by the exceptional sensation of his swollen member pulsating inside of her.

Y/N, too, felt like she was drowning in arousal. All she could do was hold on while the current swept her away and took her straight to pleasure island. The fact that Beau was emptying himself into her, the feel of his warm release entering her body, it fulfilled her more than she could have ever imagined.

Then, once Beau had given her all the had to give, the sounds came back to him, returning back to normal, and he got to enjoy the hoarseness of her crying out his name once more.

Y/N’s muscles clenched excitedly a few more times before she stopped moving her hips. Her torso went limp on top of Beau’s, completely spent. Her pussy throbbed with the aftermath of what had to be one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.

Gently, the Sheriff brushed back her hair, so he could have a proper look at her face. “You okay there?”, he inquired, a tinge of amusement coloring his voice as he studied her tired expression.

“If I get down, I’m gonna make a mess,” she chuckled.

“Mhh, that’s okay.” His smiling lips puckered and met the crown of her head.

“Are you alright?”

“Awesome.”

“Your shoulder?”

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’ve had worse.”

The two of them remained cuddled up in their own shared universe for a few more minutes. They passed breaths and kisses back and forth until Y/N’s limbs cooled down and began to shiver.

“I’ll be right back.” On wobbly legs, she climbed off and stood up to retrieve a washcloth. She could feel his release trickle down her inner thighs, and was unable to wipe the grin off her face.

Beau wore a toothy smirk of his own, watching in awe as the moon shone a light on her nude body. She looked like a statue of a Goddess, like a beautiful painting that was brought to life with precise, divine strokes of a magical paintbrush. He whistled at her, causing her to peek over her shoulder with a bright, lighthearted smile.

It was then that it hit him – together, they could conquer anything.

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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.

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged

warnings: swearing, mention of donno being a hitman, donno beats someone up, blood

I walked into the diner and sat down at the counter. Tonya looked over at me before disappearing into the back. She came back out and sat down next to me.

“he’s baking a pie.” She muttered as she looked me over. I nodded. “I know I don’t have to tell you but he’ll be a while.” I nodded again. “What did you need?”

“Donno knows what it is.” I muttered. Tonya nodded and interlocked her fingers expectantly. “I need donno to do his thing.” Tonya raised an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes and tried to fight a smile. “Ok his other thing.”

“I don’t know the exact nature of your relationship with donno,” Tonya said, hands raised and trying to fight a smile. “But I do not want to know what donnos thing is.” The smile broke through and I had to fight not to burst out laughing during the afternoon tea of half the diner.

“his hit man thing Tonya.” I breathed out when I got control back. Tonya nodded, smile still in place as she put a hand on my back.

“yeah I figured.” She said. “Just needed to get you out of that serious streak.” I hung my head and laughed quietly. “It’s that guy again isn’t it?”

“Tonya I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.” I sighed. “Yeah. He came in to work today and tried to hassle me. Boss cut me early since it was causing a bit of a scene trying to get rid of him.” Tonya nodded and we waited in silence for a bit before I broke it. “I’m worried he’ll come back and that time it’ll cost me my job.” Tonya turned to look at me as donno came behind the counter. He nodded to Tonya and stopped in front of me.

“no he won’t.” Donno said. I looked up at him and Tonya left. “Where does he work?”

“I don’t know.” I answered. Donno nodded and he flexed his hand at his side. “I just have his name. I asked Cassie to find out some things so I could get a restraining order but…”

“he’ll violate it.” Donno nodded. “She won’t be able to help.” I nodded. “What do you want me to do?” I shrugged.

“scare him?” I said. “Hurt him a little?” Donno looked at me and his eyes softened slightly. “I’d honestly ask you to…you know…”

“you don’t want me to do that.” He said. I nodded.

“I would.” I cut in. Donno frowned.

“no you wouldn’t.” He shook his head. “You’re too much of a good person.” I smiled at him. “I’ll scare him for you though.” I nodded.

“thank you.” I breathed out. We looked at each other in silence for a bit before the door opened. Donno frowned as he looked up and I focused on his hand flexing again. He discreetly jerked his thumb towards the kitchen and I got up. In my haste, I caught a glimpse of the guy that had been giving me a hard time about going out with him.

“there you are (Y/N).” He said. I froze in fear. Donno quickly made his way around the counter and stood next to me, sliding his hand into mine. He squeezed and I didn’t know if it was for my benefit or his. I could feel him tug me behind him and I moved slowly as Donna stared down my tormentor. “Come on (Y/N) don’t be like that. I thought we had something special and here I find you with this…thing.” He waved a hand at Donno who scowled at the man.

“I suggest you leave. Now. Before the situation gets worse.” Donno said. The two stared each other down and Tonya snuck out of the kitchen to stand by the counter.

“I believe I’m talking to (Y/N) buddy.” Donno tightened his grip on my hand and I could see his shoulders tense up.

“Customers donno.” Tonya whispered. There was a slight turn of his head before donno let go of me and started to walk over to the guy. “(Y/N)…” Tonya called softly, holding her hand out for me.

“(Y/N), let’s talk this out. Give me a chance. I know it’s hard to get someone but you don’t have to stoop so low as this asshole.” I frowned and watched as Donno grabbed the guys shirt and pulled him outside. I ran towards the window to watch donno drag him towards the back of the dinner.

“you don’t want to see this.” Tonya said as she put her hand on my shoulder. I shook my head.

“I do.” I said. “I need to make sure…” Tonya sighed and shook her head.

“Donno is good at his job.” She whispered. “Let him do his job.” I turned to look at her and she smiled softly at me. “He can’t do his job if he knows you are there or watching. Donno will take care of this.” She squeezed my shoulder and I sighed.

“I supposed you’re right.” I breathed out. Tonya led me to the kitchen where the timer went off. “His pie is done.” I muttered as I took a seat at the counter. Tonya rushed over and grabbed the pie. She put it on the cooling rack in front of me and sat down next to me.

“I get now why you wanted donno to…” I nodded as she picked at her nails. “It won’t happen again. He’ll make sure of that.” We waited in silence for donno to come back through the back door. Even though we were expecting it, we still jumped when the door slammed open. Tonya rushed out to see what was left of the guy while I ran to donno. My fingers hovered over his face, trying to see if the blood spattered there was his own or not. Donno watched me as I tried to make the decision and leaned into my touch when I took too long.

“he won’t be bothering you again.” Donno whispered, closing his eyes and letting me fuss over him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the sink. He pulled away and went to sit down next to his pie. His eyes flickered over to it while I grabbed some paper towels and wet them before moving to stand between his legs. I gently cleaned the blood off his face while he watched me.

“Is he…” I asked. Donno shook his head, reaching up to grab my hands.

“he’s alive. But he won’t go anywhere near you again.” He assured me. I nodded and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“thank you.” I smiled at him. Donno nodded and slowly stood up. “You reacted pretty strongly when he thought you were my partner.”

“I did.” Donno confirmed. He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles and I chuckled as realization washed over me.

“Donno, do you like me?” Donno nodded, a faint blush taking over his cheeks.

“I do.” He said with a nod. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away for a second before looking at me again. “You like me.” I nodded. “Then it’s alright if I do this right?” Donno asked.

“do wh…?” I started to asked as donno leaned in and kissed me softly. I sighed and melted against him, letting him bring my hands to his chest as he moved to cup my cheeks. “Wow.” I breathed out as I leaned my head against his. Donno smiled at me and nodded.

“wow.” He agreed. Donno moved to hug me to him and I leaned in for another kiss.

“FINALLY!” Tonya yelled, making us both turn towards her. Donno rubbed my back soothingly as I jumped closer to him. He chuckled before turning back to me, smiling before kissing me again.

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[zepskies]

Headcanon: Teasing him under the table.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

AN: This was requested by this lovely anon:

Could you please write an imagine or something of all three boys (Dean: love the plus-sized one-shots; Ben from BMD: love your interpretation of The Boys; and Beau) - and how would they react to their girlfriends giving them a footsie? 👀

I'm interpreting this as a "playing footsie" moment lol.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Flirting, innuendo, and some smuttiness. (You know Ben. 🙄)

Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Ben would react to you teasing him under the table.

Dean Winchester

Because of the request, I had the Espresso-verse version of Dean and the reader in mind, but this can be general Dean x Reader too.

Dean is playful by nature. (AKA: a professional flirt.)

He enjoys working you up, but he enjoys it even more when you're confident enough to tease him back...even if it somehow always surprises him.

But he's been driving you crazy all damn day. Throughout the whole damn hunt.

Flirty smiles, suggestive quips masked as "innocent" remarks, brief touches to your arm, the small of your back, guiding you by your hip, a thumb swiping under your shirt and against your skin, lightly pressing into your curves...

It's all "normal," except for the deeper, suggestively teasing glint in his eyes.

He's in a good mood, and he wants you to know it.

And it's all in front of Sam, who knows the game you two are playing. Sometimes he smiles in both amusement and fondness, and he looks away to allow you guys your moment. Sometimes he rolls his eyes, or just tries to ignore it when he's had enough of you two eye-fucking in plain sight.

Dean knows what his touch does to you, but you know one or two of his weaknesses too...

When the hunt is finally over, the three of you find the closest diner to the motel you're staying at.

Dean orders the greasiest burger you've ever seen. He also teases Sam for already looking for the next case with his laptop at the table.

Dean glances over, his lips starting to curve as he licks a bit of burger juice off his fingers. He looks at you dead in the eyes while he sucks his digits clean.

He's equal parts noisy and disgusting. But damn him, your hand tightens around your glass of water. Your lips press together, and so do your legs. You nudge his foot with your boot and raise your brows. Stop it.

He pouts, and he nudges your foot right back. Make me.

You tilt your head at him. Adopting a certain smile, you slide your foot across the floor, under the table, and graze his calf with the side of your boot.

Dean's lips twitch. Sam is seemingly oblivious as he continues researching on his laptop.

Your foot travels higher up Dean's leg, up the inside of his thigh. You only gasp a little when he suddenly reaches down and grabs your ankle. His resulting smirk is salacious, even as he challenges you with his eyes. What're you gonna do now?

You contemplate exactly that, when his brother's voice startles you.

"Can you guys do me a favor and quit it?" Sam asks. He doesn't even look up from his laptop. "At least wait until we get home."

You bite your lip and blush. Both you and Dean fight harder smiles at being caught.

"No one likes a killjoy, Sammy," Dean remarks. Sam just sends his brother a dry look.

Dean's amusement remains. He taps on your ankle in contemplation, but after a moment, he lets you go. He grabs his phone and texts you under the table.

"Quickie out back?"

You grimace, then you text him back.

"Gross, babe. There are things I promised myself I'd never do in a public bathroom."

"So...meet you in 5? Come on, I'll do that thing you like. 😈"

His stupid grin, his stupid face, his long fingers tapping on the tabletop (somehow, even that is suggestive). It all eventually breaks you down.

"...Ugh, fine," you reply. You slide out of your chair first. But as you walk past him, you let your fingers brush down his neck — in a way that always makes a little shiver run down his spine. You smirk in satisfaction as you walk away.

He might've started it, but you could damn well finish it.

Beau Arlen

Oh, my dear cowboy sheriff...

Beau is also a jokester. He takes his work and the people in his life seriously, but he likes to keep things "loose." Perhaps it's a coping mechanism, but it's mostly just his way of going through life.

Tonight, however, is a tense dinner with your parents, Beau, Emily, and his parents that are visiting from Houston.

It's a nice steakhouse, more high scale than you or Beau are used to, but your parents insisted on it. Beau's parents are good-natured and full of southern charm. They're just happy to see their son and granddaughter, let alone meet his girlfriend for the first time.

The night is only tense because, as much as you love your parents, they're not sure about you dating a man with such a dangerous job.

They also have a thing about appearances, and the fact that he's divorced and has a child who isn't yours, and frankly, all the things you don't give a rat's ass about.

Your back is ramrod straight in your chair (there's a tightness in your spine that comes every time your mom taps you on the hand with her fork to remind you not to slouch).

You can't even really taste what you're eating, because you're too focused on making sure your parents don't say anything insulting to Beau and his family.

Then a boot taps against your open-toed heel. You glance over at your boyfriend, and he's already wearing a smile. He gives you a teasing wink as he eats a forkful of mashed potatoes.

Your stress begins to melt, just like that. God, this man.

You smile back at him and take a calming sip of wine. Your mom begins to talk about her upcoming tupperware party. Your smile deepens, but not because of that.

You playfully tap your foot on Beau's without looking at him.

You feel his discreet stare on the side of your face, but you pretend to be invested in your mom's conversation about tupperware. (I mean really, I thought those parties went extinct. Apparently, not in the Midwest.)

Beau's foot nudges yours back. You hook your toes under the hem of his pant leg, inching it up and up...

He retaliates with a hand drifting down your thigh, over the skirt of your dress. He grabs just above your knee and squeezes. Your leg jerks up on reflex, and your knee hits under the table hard enough to rattle the silverware, making you yelp.

The whole table looks over at you in both surprise and concern. (Your mother more in disapproval.)

Beau bites his lip against a deeper smile.

"You okay there, baby?" he asks.

"Sorry, my foot slipped," you lie through a tight smile. When you turn to him, your eyes narrow a fraction, promising retribution. You grab his hand tightly, but he just uses the motion to bring yours up to his lips.

Beau looks forward to whatever you plan to dish out next, as long as you wait until after dessert.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Aw hell, this guy. 😂 I'm imagining BMD-verse Ben for this one...

Ben has a decent sense of humor, but he doesn't often like to be teased.

He'd rather be respected.

But you love to tease him anyway.

You also know his "limits," but it doesn't stop you from figuratively tap dancing all over them when you have the opportunity. You're slowly but surely trying to get him to loosen up.

Sometimes though, it bites you in the ass.

Like tonight, when you've gotten him to come with you to a Broadway show. You two have your own private booth on the second floor balcony. (He likes the privacy, and it's safer for you, as he's argued.)

20 minutes in, and you can already tell he's gotten bored. To be fair, it's a drama that's admittedly a bit dry and slow. You don't want him to walk out before the intermission, so you start to hatch an idea...

Your legs are crossed, and you draw your high-heel slowly against the side of his foot. When he glances over you, you pretend to be invested in the show. Your arms are crossed over your black dress that falls to mid-thigh. Your jacket is draped across your lap.

You brush the thin point of your heel across the top of his shoe, then inch it up under his pant leg, higher and higher.

Until Ben's hand finally grabs hold of your knee. Biting your lip, you turn to him with a smile.

"Do you mind? I'm watching the show," you tell him. He allows you to peel his hand of your leg and place it back in his lap. You cross your legs in the opposite direction.

Ben raises his brows. His lips twitch slightly, but he seems to acquiesce, relaxing back in his seat.

For a while, you actually watch the play. You become invested in the story and the characters by the time it gets halfway through Act 1.

That's when you feel a strong hand slowly slip down your thigh and between your legs, slowly rucking up the skirt of your dress.

You try to stifle a gasp as you look over at Ben. He doesn't meet your hot stare, but his hand is certainly on the move, covered by your jacket. He brushes against your panties.

Against your better judgment, you let him spread your legs wider. A smile finally crosses his face. His fingers hook around your underwear and brush between your folds. You let out a shaky breath and shift in your seat.

You know you should stop him, but you can't help the warm coil of arousal starting pool in your lower belly, and between your legs. Ben feels it with a smirk. His fingers find your clit with ease.

"Ben," you gasp, warning him in a heated whisper.

He leans over and presses a raspy kiss to your neck, thanks to his beard.

"Perks of a private room," he says. His voice is a low rumble in your ear.

You start to shake your head. You know you started this, but you also know him. This has the potential to go off the rails very quickly.

"This isn't a room. We're on a damn balcony," you breathe out, even as his fingers continue to work you over. You bite your lip to stifle a moan. "Anyone could—"

"Who gives a fuck?" Ben says gruffly.

As usual, his raunchy brand of logic (and his talented hands) manage to persuade you to give in.

AN: lol I had fun with this one. Let me know what you think! 💜

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[big-catsss]

(by hLuis Solano Pochet)

#imagine seeing that in real life like??? #the sky the cat like!!!!!! #puma #cougar #big cats #animals #wildlife photography

[sun-ni-day]

Jensen Ackles as Sheriff Beau Arlen terrified dad

+bonus relieved dad:

#jensen ackles #he's a father of two daughters himself i can't even imagine what it was like for him to film this #beau arlen #big sky edit #spn #katheryn winnick #jenny hoyt #emily arlen #cree cicchino #itecontest #300плюс

[daughterofcain-67]

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 мαѕтerlιѕт

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A coffee shop owner and a sheriff both infatuated with one another, yet neither will make a move because of the fear of rejection and dangers of attachment. While you find yourself distracting yourself with the handsome Andre, Beau is working a kidnapping case. When the case hits too close to home, how will Sheriff Arlen cope with the thought of you becoming the next captive of the kidnappers in his case?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: kidnapping, mature topics such as rape. other warnings are to be determined, some instances may not he suitable for all audiences. this is your warning.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: if you would like to be tagged in this series, don’t hesitate to ask.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 11.07.23

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 01.14.24

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[angrybatart]

"Aww, you're no fun..."

DISCLAIMER: Yes, I am aware that props cannot be used in the Trials. That's the POINT of the comic. So DO NOT bother me about it. Not that anyone has. I just want to get that out there.

#fanart #short comic #Sky: Children of the Light #Sky: CotL #Sky Children of the Light #Moth #Season of Prophecy #Prophecy Guide #surfboard #Ya big meanie #Imagine though how many Moths are probably going to ask about it #because if I know people #facts JUST don't get through some people's thick skulls #And then there's the whiney bitches #“wHy CaN't I uSe PrOpS tHaT's So DuMb” #Rambling. Don't mind me

[scribbleymewzaque]

Found this post by @puppetmaster13u and it rewired my brain so

Here’s the world serpent, he who knows all that has been, currently is, and will come to pass, Ancient of Time Clockwork and his son Danny

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #dp clockwork #this took me like two days #worth every minute #I hope it’s clear that his massive forehead eye is supposed to look like a clock #this could also work as like #dpxdc #imagine the jl fighting some big bad #then a ‘civilian’ gets hurt #and the sky rips open to reveal the concept of time itself

[crancisfrozier]

Anybody have a spare $20,000 to give me so I can go to beechey island and sit on the rocks and stare at the Franklin graves for 12 hours while considering the unstoppable force that is the passage of time

#the franklin expedition #polar exploration #and also thinking about how hundreds of people died on a journey to this same place that people can now just more or less go for fun #was talking about this with friends last night #imagine telling a victorian explorer that I can get in a big metal tube that will climb 20000 ft in the sky and take me to greenland #then get in a boat that will take me to the northwest passage in just a few days time #all for the modest sum of $20000 #their brains would melt out of their ears

[avanatural]

That Simple

Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for? 

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Chapter warnings: None

A/N: This is my very first story about Beau. I hope you like it! Send me an ask if you want to get tagged in my future fics about him ❤️ 

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The bell above the door announced his arrival.

Beau looked around as he entered the hair salon, his eyes scanning the place for a certain someone. Once he spotted the familiar face he was searching for, a grin appeared on his mouth.  

Y/N looked up from her day planner, holding the phone in her hand as she spoke to a customer. Once she spotted the new Sheriff, she smiled, just like she always did when she saw him.

Beau Arlen was like a wizard who cast a spell on everyone around him. He spread his charm wherever he went, drawing people in without even realizing how hard he made them fall for him.

“Yeah… See you on Thursday.” Absentmindedly, Y/N ended the phone call.

Beau walked up to the counter. Up to her. “Hi there,” he drawled.

“Hey, Beau, what can I do for you?”  

“Actually…” The tall man leaned against the counter, his stance casual. His voice lowered as he breathed, “I have an emergency…”

“An emergency,” she repeated and touched the base of her neck, already wondering how she could fit another appointment in her schedule.

“Yeah.” He clicked his tongue. “I’m here for some advice, if you don’t mind.”

“Hm…,” Y/N hummed and crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s relieving.”

Beau moistened his lips, his tongue sliding slowly across his mouth. “Why’s that?”

“Because I wouldn’t wanna chop off any of that gorgeous hair.”

The skin around his eyes creased as he beamed at her. With dimples showing on his scruffy cheeks, he pointed his finger at her. “And you call me charming.”

“What can I say? I learned from the best,” she chuckled, “So, what’s the emergency?”

“Well…” He shifted on his feet and sighed, but the sparkle didn’t leave his eyes. “I wanna ask out this… Beautiful, kind, intelligent woman, you know?”

Y/N arched a teasing eyebrow. “Oh? That sounds like an emergency, alright.” Had the new Sheriff actually come to her for dating advice? “What’s holding you back?”

“I don’t know if she sees me that way… She’s kind of a mystery.” He hissed, dragging a breath of air into his mouth through his teeth. “And she seems way out of my league.”

“Beau… Listen to me.” Y/N leaned across the counter, inching closer to him as she supported herself on her forearms. “You’re a catch. Any woman would be lucky to have you. I say go for it. No grand gestures, just walk right up to her and go ‘Hey, you wanna go on a date?’”

He pinned her down with his intensely bright green eyes and cocked his head to the side. “That simple, huh?”

She blinked at him kindly. “That simple.”

“Alright.” Beau cleared his throat, as if to prepare himself, and tossed a wink in her direction. He then turned around and walked back to the door.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, close to laughing. He was so goofy sometimes. She was about to ask him where he was going, and if she should wish him luck, but he held up his pointer finger, signaling for her to pay attention.

Beau took a deep breath and pushed back his shoulders. Next, he moved his head from left to right as if to pop away the stiffness in his neck. He then gazed into one of the mirrors in the salon and adjusted his growing hair.

At this point, Y/N couldn’t stop the series of soft chuckles that escaped her lips.

Finally, Beau plastered a lopsided smirk on his face and walked back up to the counter. His bowlegs strolled forward casually as if he was stepping across a made-up catwalk. He leaned against the table, looked Y/N straight in the eye and said, “Hey, you wanna go on a date?”

The smile on Y/N’s face faded, quickly swapped for wonder. “Wh-“ Her head tilted to the side. “Are you practicing, or-“

He shook his head ‘no’ and gave her a genuine smile that made her heart hammer violently against her chest.

Astonished, she pointed a finger at herself. “I’m the mystery?” The smile returned to her lips, lighting up her entire face. “You wanna go out with me?”

He opened his arms widely, ready to offer himself to her. “If you’ll have me.”  

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks with excitement. The grin on her face easily reached her eyes. “So, you think I’m beautiful, kind, and intelligent, huh?”

Beau placed his forearms on the counter, bent forward and slid closer to her. “Those are just a few of many good qualities, but yes.”

Y/N’s head lowered on its own accord as she smiled to herself.

“Oh, there it is!”, he exclaimed, pointing his finger at her face, “That gorgeous blush I’ve been waitin’ to see!”

“Beau!”, she scolded with flushed cheeks and slapped his shoulder. The two of them were attracting attention by now.

He laughed wholeheartedly and slid even closer across the counter. “What? I could make you blush all day.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. A coy smile tugged on her lips. “I bet you could.”

His brows wiggled like two happy dancers. “So… You wanna go on a date with the new Sheriff in town?”

About ready to burst with eagerness, Y/N reached across the counter and placed her hand on top of Beau’s. “I’d love to.”

As their date came to an end, Beau walked Y/N to her door. He’d taken her to a fair a few towns over. They’d played games, gotten on rollercoaster rides, and she’d even managed to get him on the ferris wheel.

His warm hand on her lower back made the butterflies in her stomach go wild. He walked so close to her that she could smell his cologne. His scent was a mixture of old spice and vanilla. It was intoxicating.

“I had a great time tonight. Thank you, Beau,” she said once they reached her front door. She held on to the cute little teddy bear that he’d won for her. ‘So you don’t forget about little ol’ me’, he’d said as he’d handed her the stuffed animal. As if she could just forget him.

“So did I.” He paused, then wiped his brow. “I know I’m usually one talkative bastard, but… Tonight actually left me pretty speechless,” he chuckled.

Y/N suddenly realized that he still hadn’t removed his hand from her lower back. Having his arm around her waist made her feel like she was floating, her head in the clouds. “Yeah… Me, too.”

“Listen, uh…” His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. His brows knitted for a second. “I really like you, sweetheart. And I wanna keep this up.” His free hand gestured back and forth between their bodies. “But there’s somethin’ I gotta get off my chest.”

She studied his face closely. There was a hint of concern in his eyes, something she’d never spotted on him before. Her heart took a leap of worry, scared of being disappointed. “Okay, shoot.”

“So, I have a daughter…”

Y/N pursed her lips and nodded her head. “I know. You talk about her all the time.” She couldn’t even count the number of times that he’d mentioned his daughter since they’d gotten to know each other. It was endearing. He was a very loving man.

“Yeah…” Beau’s mouth curved into a fond smile. “She’s my pride and joy. The thing is…” He let go of Y/N’s back and shoved his hands into the pockets of his brown jacket. “Her and I, we sorta come as a package deal, you know.”

“I understand.” She placed her hand on his upper arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “If things get serious between us… I’d feel honored to get to know her one day.”

Beau’s face loosened up and brightened with awe. His brow relaxed, and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Wow. That simple, huh?” Honestly, he’d imagined that being a single dad would make getting back into the dating world more difficult.

“That simple.”

“So, can I book the next date right away, or…?”

Y/N chuckled, captivated by the light that shone in his eyes. “I’m free on Saturday.”

He did a graceful little bow and nodded his head. “Saturday, it is.”

She just couldn’t seem to lose her smile around him. He was good for her, she knew it. And he was in the process of stealing her heart, after just one date. Y/N chewed on her lower lip. She didn’t miss how Beau’s attention was drawn to her mouth.

“So…” She stepped closer, knocking the tips of her flats against his boots, feeling the heat radiating off of his body. “Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

“Been thinkin’ about it all night, darlin’.” His warm, apple green eyes bored into hers. His arm snaked around her waist. With a crooked smile, he pulled her flush against him. He lowered his head for the tip of his nose to bump against Y/N’s.

She giggled against his lips, anticipating their first kiss, and got up on her tiptoes to nuzzle her nose against his.  

Beau helped her out by tightening his grip on her waist. He kept her pressed up against him, his free hand coming up to caress her cheek. Affectionately, his thumb brushed against her cheekbone. Her skin was so soft. She was like a porcelain doll to him. So delicate and beautiful. A treasure.

When their eyes fell shut and their lips finally connected, sparks flew. Beau’s lips felt like soft, plump pillows as they molded against hers. His beard brushed against the skin around her lips. His kiss felt like a breath of fresh air during a heatwave.

Time seemed to stop around them as they exchanged gentle pecks of their lips. Beau’s hands remained on Y/N’s lower back and on her cheek. She was a perfect fit for his embrace. Her mouth tasted of cherry lipstick. If he could, he would have lived through this exact moment in a never-ending loop.

After they broke apart, the taste of her lipstick lingered on Beau’s lips. He wished he would be able to taste her forever. His enamored eyes roamed her facial features. Damn, he was one lucky guy. The sound of her laughter soon echoed through his ears, pulling him back to reality.

“What?”, he asked with a smile on his face.

“Come here,” she giggled. Y/N’s thumb found his lips and gently wiped away the lipstick stains on them.

Beau caught her hand in his and pressed an affectionate kiss to her fingers. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he vowed and gave her hand a squeeze.

Y/N responded with an encouraging nod. “Please do.”

Beau didn’t let her out of his sight as he stepped away. Their hands remained intertwined until the growing distance between them forced them to let go.

“Good night,” she said, already missing his warm touch. She could still feel the tingling sensation of his beard on her chin.

“G’night, darlin’. Sweet dreams.” He winked at her before finally turning around and walking back to his car.

A dreamy sigh came out of Y/N’s mouth.

Oh, she was going to have sweet dreams, indeed.

Part 2

#beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x y/n #beau arlen #beau arlen imagine #big sky imagine #beau arlen fluff

[waynes-multiverse]

Beau Arlen Masterlist

SERIES

Stay On My Side Tonight Miniseries Beau Arlen x F!Reader One harmless call leads to a long night for Sheriff Arlen, who ends up gaining more than he ever expected. (3/3 – Complete)

ONE SHOTS & DRABBLES

Midnight Mischief Beau Arlen x F!Reader Leaving Cassie’s Halloween party, the way home leads to a thrilling detour under the moonlight for Sheriff Arlen.

Heartlines Beau Arlen x Nurse!Reader Request for Dirty Drabbles.

Jurisdiction Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader Request for Dirty Drabbles.

French Boys Beau Arlen x Artist!Reader Request for Dirty Drabbles.

#beau arlen masterlist #beau arlen #big sky #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x female reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x y/n #beau arlen fanfiction #beau arlen imagine #beau arlen fluff #beau arlen smut #big sky fanfiction #big sky imagine #big sky season 3 #big sky s3 #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing

“Hey.” I said, taking a seat at the counter. Donno looked up at me and smiled.

“hey.” He said back. He raised a finger and ducked into the kitchen. Donno came back without his apron and a piece of pie in a to go box. “I’m heading out for the day. I can cook you dinner tonight.” I smiled at him as I took the box.

“Sounds great!” I said as I wrapped my free arm around his. I squeezed his bicep and donno turned his head away. “I love your cooking.”

“I know.” He said quietly. “Don’t let Tonya hear you compliment me. She’ll want to too and I’ll never live it down.” I smiled softly as he blushed and led me out of the diner. It was quiet as he drove me home, holding my hand the entire time. “What do you want to eat?”

“not really sure.” I shrugged as I led him into my house. “What do you feel like making?”

“how about I surprise you?” He chuckled. I nodded as I kissed his cheek. Donno ushered me off while he started dinner. I sat at the island watching him. I bit my lip as I watched the muscles in his back flex as he moved. I cocked my head and hummed. “What?”

“nothing.” I said quickly. “Just watching you.” Donno looked at me over his shoulder.

“alright.” He muttered as he turned back to the stove. “I can feel you staring holes into my back.” He said a few minutes later. “What?” I got up and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He paused and gently pried my hands off. “One second.” He moved to put something in the oven before he grabbed my arms, wrapping them back around his waist. I smiled into his back and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Now talk.”

“you’re just so sexy.” I whispered. Donno squeezed my arm. “Especially when you cook. I can see all the muscles in your back through this shirt.” I squeezed donnos middle. “My big strong man.” Donno turned around and kissed me.

“we’ve got time.” He said, pulling away slightly. “Lasagna takes about an hour.” I smiled at him and he stooped to slip his arm under my legs, pulling me up. I squealed in surprise as he walked towards the bedroom. “What do you think?” He set me on my bed and cupped my cheeks. I ran my hands over donnos stomach and squeezed his sides.

“I think we have enough time for you to do a different kind of cooking.” Donno rolled his eyes at me but leaned down to kiss me. “Please donno.” I whimpered. He smiled against my lips and pulled back to pull his shirt over his head. I pulled mine off and grabbed his belt buckle. Donno hummed as he watched me undo it and pull his pants off. His hands went to work on mine and I reached up to pull him into a kiss, hands tangling in his hair. Donno pushed my pants to the floor and climbed on top of me, his kisses getting sloppier as his hands started to explore. I tugged on his hair as he entered me. I moaned into his mouth as Donno stilled, letting me adjust. He pulled out of the kiss and squeezed my hip.

"Taking me so well." He whispered. "Feels like you were made for me." I smiled up at him and cupped his cheek, running my thumb over his beard. "Ruined me. Never want anyone else but you now." I blushed as he leaned down to kiss me again, more chaste than before.

"Donno, you have no idea how much you have ruined me. No one is ever going to compare to you. Not just in bed. In every way possible." I whispered back. Donno ducked his head, trying to hide his blush. I pushed his head back up and kissed him deeply. "You know I had to."

"I know. You said it. Moving on." He said, eyes darting away. I kissed him again and Donno snapped his hips against mine. I broke the kiss with a moan and slid my hands over his shoulders. "That's what you get for complimenting me." He smirked down at me and I ground my hips against his in retaliation. Donno groaned and shot me a look. "Fuck." He started to thrust into me, creating a slow rhythm with enough pacing that allowed me to meet his hips with each one. Donno periodically pressed kisses around my face and down my neck as I dug my nails into his back.

"Donno." I whined, burying my face in his neck as he lifted my hips and slammed into me. "Donno. Please. Fuck." Donno turned his head to lean against me as his hands continued to explore. As he started to slow down, I ran one hand over his shoulder and rested it on his pec. I tangled my fingers with the hair there and gently tugged. Donno grunted as I did, shooting me a look while I smiled at him.

"Behave yourself." He breathed out. I reached up and tugged on his hair instead. "I said behave." Donno thrust hard into me again, moving me with the force of it. "Fuck me." He breathed out as I cupped his cheeks. Drawing him down for a kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Donno leaned his forehead against mine, unable to pull back very far due to how I held him. Donno kissed me deeply again as he started to grind into me. "Close. So close." I nodded against him.

"Donno." I moaned as I threw my head back. Donno immediately started pressing kisses to my neck as I went over the edge. I screamed his name as Donno gently bit my shoulder.

"(Y/N)." He breathed out as he came. There was a quiet ding and Donno laughed as he rolled off me. "Sounds like the lasagna is done." He said, licking his lips and turning to look at me. "I'm going to grab it so it doesn't burn and then I'm coming right back here to take care of you." I nodded as I watched him get up and grab his boxers before putting them on. He kissed me softly before running back into my kitchen. I covered my face and laughed. When I pulled my hands away, I saw Donno standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. I reached out for him, making grabby hands to try to make him come back to the bed quicker.

"Donno." I whined. He chuckled as he pushed off the frame and walked over, taking my hands in his. "Hello sexy."

"Hello." He whispered before kissing me again. "I love you."

"I love you too." I said as soon as the words left his mouth. "Now cuddle with me." I pouted and Donno laughed before climbing back in bed with me. He pulled the blanket over us before wrapping me up in his arms. He kissed my head and ran a hand down my side as I snuggled into him.

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[kaleldobrev]

KalelDobrev's Masterlist

Hey gang! I decided to make a rebloggable version of my masterlist since my masterlist isn't able to be reblogged at the moment. I hope you enjoy! ♡

Desktop Version Masterlist (Main)

Sam Winchester Masterlist

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Jack Kline Masterlist

Castiel Masterlist

Misc. Characters + Pairings

Misc. Supernatural Characters

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Harley Quinn (DC)

Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys)

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

Felix Catton (Saltburn)

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[orbitalbeetle]

Nim the Prince who fell from the Sky !!

yet another oc for Welcome Home :]c

#mine #i am rotating my welcome home ocs in my head. microwaving them #i have so many character interactions planned already GWAHAGDHS #fake children's book page ideas.... etc etc.... gwah..... #nim is so sillay i love him #they're a self-proclaimed sky prince...... who fell from the sky...... like the sky is falling you get it yeah #i imagine theyd see sally as a big sister #and would spend a lot of time at rosie's garden o(-( #this isn't even the main horror aspec of the arg i'm just having fun creating characters for a fake children's show LMAO #welcome home #welcome home oc #i love seeing everyone's ocs and sonas theyre so cooool o)-( #if you have a plant or weather themed sona..... hiiii..... our characters should be friends 👉👈