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This is real important information you've uncovered. Been looking for this a while.

So. I accidentally stumbled upon this website (searched for quite some time) and, as it turns out, Ben DOES have a canon last name in the comics (according to this but they seem knowledgeable)

I’ve never read the comics, I’m not sure if it’s at all true, buuuut it’s canon to me now :) because I like it.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH<3. You don't know how happy it makes me to hear such feedback. Love you so much for this.

IT'S MOMENTS LIKE THESE..

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader. (established relationship) Mostly fluff, and a little implied smut.

It was one of those golden-hour kind of evenings. The Montana skies melted in hues of honey and apricot, the mountains distant and proud, the air crisp but warm enough for light dresses and barefoot walks. We were out on Joe’s ranch—spread out picnic-style with friends, a few cousins, Max grilling something dangerously smokey, Kate sipping rosé, and Leo tossing a frisbee around with Rayna and some of the younger kids from the neighborhood.

Everything was relaxed. Easy.

Except for one man. Your man. Beau Arlen.

This man was stuck to you like sap. Sweet, clingy, and absolutely not giving a damn about the audience. You’d barely walked out with a tray of lemonade when he slid his arm around my waist, tugging me to sit on him instead of the empty wooden chair beside him.

“Beau—” you hissed, laughing under your breath. “We’re literally surrounded by people.”

He leaned into your ear, his voice low and smug, “It’s not like they’re seeing us for the first time. I’m not going a full evening pretending I’m not obsessed with my wife.”

God, the audacity.

But deep down, you loved that audacity. It was quite rare for the two of you to have such calm and quiet moments. As you sat down on the edge one of the lounge chairs, he followed suit, sitting beside you, his hands resting on your hips.

You squirm a little, knowing full well he loved it. “You’re impossible.”

“Mmhmm,” he said, dragging his fingers along my thighs like we weren’t in public. “But I’m yours. Permanently. Stuck like a damn tattoo.”

But I couldn’t stop smiling. Not when his hands stayed warm on my waist, or when he pressed a kiss to my shoulder while the sun set behind us. Not when he whispered things only meant for you. And definitely not when he kept touching you like I was still some secret he couldn’t believe was his.

The night fell, and dinner was served. You got through the entire ordeal with only his hands brushing your thigh every now and then. It had only occurred to you then that it was the dress that had him acting up the entire day. I mean, he was usually stuck to you, but this felt different—even the little sweet not-so-nothings he whispered were getting a little raunchier.

It was time to catch some sleep, as the laughter died down and everyone went off to pick a room. The luggage, which had been tossed into the drawing room upon arrival and ignored until now, was now being dragged into the chosen rooms by their respective owners.

Beau had secured the room at the very end of the corridor. He was waiting there, sitting at the edge of the bed with the prettiest smile you'd ever seen on a man, as you returned with the bottles of water now filled. The little vanity table in the corner already had your bag of skincare and makeup.

You smiled at the little gesture. Bare minimum, but it swelled your heart.

“Seems like you’re trying to bribe me,” you said, putting down the bottles on the table as you fiddled with the bag. “You say that like I never do these things for you,” he pouted—and your heart swelled even more.

“I wasn’t talking about this,” you said, gesturing to the little skincare bag. “I meant this is new—this obedient, waiting-for-me, sitting-on-the-bed version of you. I thought you’d pounce on me the second you got me alone.”

“Sweetheart, I have self-control. I know better than to interrupt my wife’s skincare time.”

You smiled. He wanted you to have nothing else on your mind. They’d been outdoors all day, and he knew you’d want to freshen yourself up.

He shrugged like an innocent boy and you shook your head, walking off with her skincare bag to the attached bathroom. Oh yeah, Beau had intentionally secured this room, the master bedroom, with the bathroom attached.

The bathroom door creaked open, and there you were—in the most comfortable attire you’d packed, tank top and shorts. Beau glanced up from the bed, where he’d been scrolling aimlessly, pretending not to be counting the seconds till you came out.

You crossed the room, not even giving him the satisfaction of reacting to the way he stared, and put the little bag away, but not before procuring a night cream from it. You unscrewed a little jar, scooping out some cream, and then, without warning, you straddled him right there on the bed

“What’s that, baby?” he asked, lips smirking. “You fixin’ to paint me up pretty again?

“Hold still,” you said, all soft and smug sweetness. “You’ve been out in the sun all day. Your skin needs moisture, dumbass.”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes locked on you like you were a miracle. “You’re gonna sit on me like that and talk about moisture, huh? That’s cruel, babe.”

You ignored him, dipping your fingers back into the jar. "Shut up and close your eyes," you whispered. His lashes fluttered shut and you gently smeared the cream across his cheeks, his forehead, down to the bridge of his nose, the pads of your fingers featherlight. He melted beneath you, jaw unclenched, lips twitching.

"You're so extra," you giggled, brushing some extra cream on the tip of his nose.

“I’m extra? You’re the one making this feel like foreplay,” he mumbled, not opening his eyes, "but go on, doll... baby me a little more. I like it."

You leaned in, pressed a tiny kiss to his temple.

“Thought you had self-control, Beau.”

He chuckled, slow and dark. “I do, baby. But you keep sitting on me in those tiny ass shorts and taking care of my skin  like I’m delicate china, like you don’t want me to snap….If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re doing this intentionally.”

That was half- true. You did enjoy getting him to squirm under her.

And while you were caught up half- admiring his pretty features, and half lost in thought, he’s taking the cream from your hands putting it away on the bedside table as he cupped your cheek with a hand, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. His other hand had successfully snaked underneath your tank top, as he squeezed your waist.

“Say what, baby,” he drawled low, voice thick as whiskey, “I think we should go to bed… and I think I should remind you what happens when my pretty little wife teases her man like this.”

Your breath caught as his thumb dipped into your mouth, dragging slow across your lip before pulling away. And somehow, he’d flipped you beneath him, your back against the soft mattress and your husband hovering, as he brushed off the stray strands of hair, that had fallen on your face.

“My beautiful, wife” He said his eyes admiring her, while also tugging at your tank top, ready to get it off you. Try not to be noisy tonight. Or do.”

A/N: I'm a little insecure about this, but hey, at least I'm trying. Also, I'm not sure if I proofread it properly. I need to learn how to put pictures in a row, in posts. If anyone would kindly tell me, I'd appreciate it.

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smut prompt list no. 3

1) mirror sex

2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

3) fully clothed x stark naked

4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

5) body worshipping 

6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

9) revenge sex

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials 

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

18) a/b/o

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

20) sleepy domestic sex

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WHY DO I HAVE TO SECOND- GUESS EVERYTHING? AHHHHHHH

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IT'S MOMENTS LIKE THESE..

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader. (established relationship) Mostly fluff, and a little implied smut.

It was one of those golden-hour kind of evenings. The Montana skies melted in hues of honey and apricot, the mountains distant and proud, the air crisp but warm enough for light dresses and barefoot walks. You were out on Joe’s ranch—spread out picnic-style with friends, a few cousins, Max grilling something dangerously smokey, Kate sipping rosé, and Leo tossing a frisbee around with Rayna and some of the younger kids from the neighborhood.

Everything was relaxed. Easy.

Except for one man. Your man. Beau Arlen.

This man was stuck to you like sap. Sweet, clingy, and absolutely not giving a damn about the audience. You’d barely walked out with a tray of lemonade when he slid his arm around my waist, tugging you to sit on him instead of the empty wooden chair beside him.

“Beau—” you hissed, laughing under your breath. “We’re literally surrounded by people.”

He leaned into your ear, his voice low and smug, “It’s not like they’re seeing us for the first time. I’m not going a full evening pretending I’m not obsessed with my wife.”

God, the audacity.

But deep down, you loved that audacity. It had been quite a while since the two of you found some quiet and peace surrounded by friends. As you sat down on the edge one of the lounge chairs, he followed suit, sitting beside you, his hands resting on your hips.

You squirm a little, knowing full well he loved it. “You’re impossible.”

“Mmhmm,” he said, dragging his fingers along your thighs like you guys weren’t in public. “But I’m yours. Permanently. Stuck like a damn tattoo.”

But I couldn’t stop smiling. Not when his hands stayed warm on my waist, or when he pressed a kiss to my shoulder while the sun set behind us. Not when he whispered things only meant for you. And definitely not when he kept touching you like I was still some secret he couldn’t believe was his.

The night fell, and dinner was served. You got through the entire ordeal with only his hands brushing your thigh every now and then. It had only occurred to you then that it was the dress that had him acting up the entire day. I mean, he was usually stuck to you, but this felt different—even the little sweet not-so-nothings he whispered were getting a little raunchier.

It was time to catch some sleep, as the laughter died down and everyone went off to pick a room. The luggage, which had been tossed into the drawing room upon arrival and ignored until now, was now being dragged into the chosen rooms by their respective owners.

Beau had secured the room at the very end of the corridor. He was waiting there, sitting at the edge of the bed with the prettiest smile you'd ever seen on a man, as you returned with the bottles of water now filled. The little vanity table in the corner already had your bag of skincare and makeup.

You smiled at the little gesture. Bare minimum, but it swelled your heart.

“Seems like you’re trying to bribe me,” you said, putting down the bottles on the table as you fiddled with the bag. “You say that like I never do these things for you,” he pouted—and your heart swelled even more.

“I wasn’t talking about this,” you said, gesturing to the little skincare bag. “I meant this is new—this obedient, waiting-for-me, sitting-on-the-bed version of you. I thought you’d pounce on me the second you got me alone.”

“Sweetheart, I have self-control. I know better than to interrupt my wife’s skincare time.”

You smiled. He wanted you to have nothing else on your mind. They’d been outdoors all day, and he knew you’d want to freshen yourself up.

He shrugged like an innocent boy and you shook your head, walking off with her skincare bag to the attached bathroom. Oh yeah, Beau had intentionally secured this room, the master bedroom, with the bathroom attached.

The bathroom door creaked open, and there you were—in the most comfortable attire you’d packed, tank top and shorts. Beau glanced up from the bed, where he’d been scrolling aimlessly, pretending not to be counting the seconds till you came out.

You crossed the room, not even giving him the satisfaction of reacting to the way he stared, and put the little bag away, but not before procuring a night cream from it. You unscrewed a little jar, scooping out some cream, and then, without warning, you straddled him right there on the bed

“What’s that, baby?” he asked, lips smirking. “You fixin’ to paint me up pretty again?

“Hold still,” you said, all soft and smug sweetness. “You’ve been out in the sun all day. Your skin needs moisture, dumbass.”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes locked on you like you were a miracle. “You’re gonna sit on me like that and talk about moisture, huh? That’s cruel, babe.”

You ignored him, dipping your fingers back into the jar. "Shut up and close your eyes," you whispered. His lashes fluttered shut and you gently smeared the cream across his cheeks, his forehead, down to the bridge of his nose, the pads of your fingers featherlight. He melted beneath you, jaw unclenched, lips twitching.

"You're so extra," you giggled, brushing some extra cream on the tip of his nose.

“I’m extra? You’re the one making this feel like foreplay,” he mumbled, not opening his eyes, "but go on, doll... baby me a little more. I like it."

You leaned in, pressed a tiny kiss to his temple.

“Thought you had self-control, Beau.”

He chuckled, slow and dark. “I do, baby. But you keep sitting on me in those tiny ass shorts and taking care of my skin  like I’m delicate china, like you don’t want me to snap….If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re doing this intentionally.”

That was half- true. You did enjoy getting him to squirm under her.

And while you were caught up half- admiring his pretty features, and half lost in thought, he’s taking the cream from your hands putting it away on the bedside table as he cupped your cheek with a hand, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. His other hand had successfully snaked underneath your tank top, as he squeezed your waist.

“Say what, baby,” he drawled low, voice thick as whiskey, “I think we should go to bed… and I think I should remind you what happens when my pretty little wife teases her man like this.”

Your breath caught as his thumb dipped into your mouth, dragging slow across your lip before pulling away. And somehow, he’d flipped you beneath him, your back against the soft mattress and your husband hovering, as he brushed off the stray strands of hair, that had fallen on your face.

“My beautiful wife” He said his eyes admiring you, while also tugging at your tank top, ready to get it off you. Try not to be noisy tonight. Or do.”

A/N: I'm a little insecure about this, but hey, at least I'm trying. Also, I'm not sure if I proofread it properly.

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COMING HOME.

● Some very soft fluff. Dean's coming home after a hunt ●

(This is my very first attempt at posting any of my fan-fiction writing works.)

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She pressed her face to deeper into the soft warmth of the pillow. The blanket was low on her waist, as she stirred in her sleep. Her boyfriend had started to appear in her dreams more often. She missed him so. They were quite vivid visions, what she saw in her head.

He was just right next to her, his hands around her waist, pulling her into his chest, grinding against her hips, whispering little sweet nothings into her ears, his fingertips slowly teasing her neck. God, he loved to tease her. His free hand pressed on her hip, slowly raising her pajama top. His hands were cold and that made her whimper. Then…

“Baby.” The whisper seemed all too real. She stirred awake, slowly opening her eyes. Her boyfriend was home. She turned to him, her arms quickly wrapping around his neck as she mumbled a soft, I missed you into his ears.

“You were quite deep asleep, baby. Making some happy noises.” His voice was a quiet tease, and she blushed, ignoring his comment, burying her face in his neck.

“Did you eat?” she whispered.

He hummed, and nodded his hands wrapping around her waist, holding her closer against him.

“What did you dream about?” He seemed insistent, that was because he had a close idea of what she saw in her dream. “Was it me? us?, the dream of the dinner date we had to cancel?”

Maybe it was the sleepy and hazy state she was in, she suddenly wanted to tease him more.  She shook her head.

“It was a wet dream.”

“Oh?” He looked amused, a smirk playing on his face. “Do tell. Brad Pitt? Angelina Jolie?”

She chuckled softly at his stupid remarks.

“You.” She said with a coy smile plastered on her lips. “Right here on our bed. Acting all needy for me.”

"I was the needy one, huh?" She went quiet at that, only smiling and nodding.

"And what were you doing?"

"I was trying to push you off-" He cut her off, as he kisses her lips softly, as if testing the waters. It was her who then pulled him even closer by his jacket. He brought one of his hands from her waist, and held her face, her thumb gently brushing her cheeks. She craved more, as she made a whimpering noise, only partially pulling back from his lips.

His chuckle was deep and teasing.“My baby really missed me, didn’t she?”

“Maybe.”

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#1.5

Whenever I hear the wind, and open my window to let the afternoon breeze in, and when the season is chilly, and the rain comes through with the cold soft wind. I like to walk out, feeling the cold. I grab my phone, because what's anything in this age if you don't capture it as a memory in your cellular device.

Oh and yeah, I hear this song. I don't know, probably because it's named "willow" and I associate it with the wind.

Thank you for this serendipity of a song, Taylor.