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For all u guys that liked my dbf!beau arlen series....

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I have something special for you in the next couple days!!

(Maybe tonight if i can get it finished :))

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I WANNA BE MANHANDLED BY A KIND MAN WHO CARES ABOUT ME DAMMIT

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Save me a slice | C.K

Smallville!Clark Kent x F!SmalltownSweetheart!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 1,756

Warnings: BOTH CLARK & READER ARE 18+, Clark being awkward, ConsentKing!Clark, Use of petnames, Makeout, Virginity loss(Reader), Oral (F!Rec), SMUTT, Size kink (He is huge), Biting, PinV, Unprotected PinV (Wrap it before you tap it), Creampie, Clark being whiny and whimpering mention (Insert smirk here), I think that's all!

A/N: Watched superman in theaters....twice. So naturally I started watching smallville the same night. Tom welling has consumed me, how is he so pretty??? Anyways I hope you guys enjoy. p.s. Sorry I've been MIA, I hope to be writing more soon!

Various townspeople scattered around the farmers market. Some in search of quilts or other wares, but you? You were on a hunt for the Kent Family Farm stand.

The softest of white cotton clad on you in the form of a dress, swaying in the wind ever so slightly. Finally coming up onto the familiar red truck stocking the stand, you got sight of Martha Kent. Your name floated through the air as she waved you over, “Sweetheart! What are you doing here?”. With a smile, you set down your basket, “I am in dire need of some of your apples. I'm wanting to make an apple pie and I can’t just use any old apples, yours are the best.”. She nodded before waving Clark over. Clark. The epitome of ‘Tall, Dark, and Handsome’. “Clark I need you to get the best apples we have from the truck.” Martha commanded and you followed behind him. “So uh–what are you making anyways?” Clark asked, digging through baskets for the crispest apples. “I’m making a home-made apple pie.” You smiled up at him with that sweetheart grin that made him blush every time. “Oh that’s cool, do you bake a lot?” He asked and you nodded. “All the time actually!” Handing over your basket, you watched as he carefully placed the apples inside.

“What do I owe you, Clark?” You asked, fishing for your wallet. He grinned, that big signature smirk where you could see the tips of his fangs. God you loved his smile. “Nothing actually, just uhm–save me a slice?” He asked nervously, scratching the back of his head. Martha and Jonathan watched from a distance, sharing a warm smile at Clark's feeble attempt to flirt. You nodded and smiled, “I think I can do that.”. Clark let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and watched you walk away.

Early the next morning, you started on the apple pie. Peeling and dicing them, before simmering them in a pot with a few other ingredients to make the filling. Flour coated the front of your apron, and dusted onto the counter as you rolled out the crust. Combining the two, you made a floral design in the lattice. A little while later, the oven dinged and that golden brown crust let you know that it was finished baking. Pulling out the dish, you allowed it to rest on the stove before cutting into it.

Pulling out a tupperware bowl, you boxed up the pie and set over next door to the Kent’s. Your soft knuckles knocked on the wood trim of the screen door. Clark appeared in what seemed like an instant. Like he was waiting on you? “Hi uhm–I saved you a slice. It’s still warm.” Clark smiled, his fangs peeking out again. “Oh thank you. Do you maybe wanna come in?” He offered and you nodded, following him inside. Setting the dish on the kitchen counter, you mumbled a ‘Hello’ to Jonathan and Martha as you followed Clark up the stairs. Clark led you down the hall, twisting the door knob and welcoming you into his room. He gestured to his mattress where you sat down beside him, somewhat awkwardly. The two of you stuttered, almost in unison. Trying to break the silence, you continued, “I like your room.”. Clark nodded, ”Thanks.”.

Your eyes followed Clark’s hand as he went to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You look beautiful.” His face blushed, as did yours. A smile covered your face, and right before Clark’s brain started to short circuit, he leaned in. His hand anchored behind your head as the two of you melted into the kiss. You pulled away first, lips parted. “Do you want to come over tomorrow? I could use your help whipping some meringue.” Clark breathed out a laugh, “Yeah I’d love to.” With a kiss to his cheek, you said your goodbyes and headed home.

Tomorrow approached faster than you expected. The familiar sound of your dad’s truck tires against the gravel, just as the sun was coming up. Soon after he left for work, you decided to get up for the day. A steaming hot shower woke you up. Condensation dripped from the mirror as the steam filled the tiled room. Vanilla lotion rubbed into your skin, sweeter than the lemon meringue pie you were about to bake. Once you finished up at your vanity, you got dressed. Flowy lounge shorts tucked underneath your oversized tanktop that threatened to slide off your shoulders with any wrong move. White lace peaking out from underneath the fabric of your top. Socked feet pattered down the hardwood stairs as you made your way to the kitchen.

Pulling down the bowls and dishes you planned to use. After you had finished making the filling, right as you started to form the pie crust, there was a knock at the door. Polite, but heavy. “One second! I’ll be right there.” You quickly scattered to open the door, standing in the frame covered in flour. “Do you always get attacked by the flour when you’re baking?” Clark laughed as he took in your form. You simply smiled and led him into the kitchen. “Okay my mixer broke so I'm gonna need you to whip the meringue.” Clark nodded and immediately went to help, “Ah ah wait–you’re gonna ruin your shirt.” You stepped in, pulling him down to you to tie a spare apron around him. “Thanks.” His face heated up as you draped the apron around him. You set Clark up with a bowl full of egg whites and a whisk. Dumping in a few more ingredients you realized your phone was about to die, “Okay so you just have to whisk that, I’ll be right back.” Clark smiled, happy to help as he watched you disappear up the stairs. When you came back down, you noticed the bowl. “Oh wow you did that like–really fast.” You muttered, dipping your finger into the meringue. “Guess I’m just a natural.” Clark grinned playfully. One pie in the oven later, all you had to do now was wait. Hoping up on the counter to attempt to match Clark’s height, taking off the apron, he stepped closer. Standing between your legs, Clark caged his hands around you, planting them to the counter. Getting a spark of courage, you pulled him in by the collar of his t-shirt. “Clark..” You mumbled under your breath. He responded by pressing his lips to yours in an earth-shattering kiss.

Melting into the kiss, Clark picked you up off the counter. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he deepened the kiss. One of Clark’s hands snaked up your back, under your tank top. “Wait–wait..” You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. Clark looked at you with worry laced in his expression. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked and you were quick to shake your head. “No–no I just-” You paused before continuing, “I’ve just never done what I think we’re about to do.” A sweet grin covered Clark’s face, “Do you want to keep going?”. You nodded, “Yeah..” Your face heated up at your admission. “Then I’m gonna take care of you, yeah?” He asked and you nodded. Setting you back onto the floor, you smiled at him and started up the stairs giggling. Clark wasn’t far behind you, right on your heels. You made it down the hall and to your room, inviting Clark in. Plopping down onto your bed, Clark was quick to cage you in. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked again, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.” You smiled at his words, “I want this Clark.” Those words were all he needed. He could hear your heart beat pounding in your chest.

He kissed down your neck, nipping slightly as you whined into him. “Yeah, you like that?” He smirked, lifting up your tanktop. Your hands flew into his hair, as he kissed down your stomach, stopping at your waistband. His eyes darted up to meet yours as he pulled down your shorts. Matching lace following behind. “God you’re so pretty.", Clark muttered as he hooked his arms under your thighs. Hot breath fanned over your core as he muttered something. His tongue dipped into you as he lapped like a man starved. “Ohmygod–Clark!” You moaned out as your hips bucked further into him. Devilish eyes stared up at you as he drew you closer and closer to the edge. Clark’s hips sputtered into the mattress as he whimpered into you, furthering the effect he was having on you. “Clark I’m so close-” You whined out as he continued lapping his tongue into you. Vibrations pushed you to your climax as he groaned into you. The band in your stomach drew taut and snapped like lightning. Your back arched off the bed as he coached you down from your high. Rubbing your hips as you regained your strength. “How was that?” He asked humbly, like he hadn’t just taken all the strength you had in your body. “So good.” Was all you could breathlessly mutter with parted lips.

Sitting up, propping up on your elbows, “Can we keep going?” You muttered shyly. “Yeah sweetheart of course we can.” Clark tucked your hair behind your ear and pressed his lips to yours. You reached for his belt and he helped you unbuckle it, landing on the floor with a clink! Clark pivoted, resting his back against your pillows. “Come on sweet girl.” He smiled, watching you crawl up and into his lap. He kissed your cheek as he lined up with your entrance and slowly pushed in. Your eyes went wide at the intrusion and he noticed, “It’s okay baby I’ve got you.” Clark reassured you. He stretched you out deliciously. Your eyebrows pinched together as he started to move. “You’re okay..” He muttered into your neck as you whimpered. His hips bucked up into you he whined from underneath you, “God–you’re so tight..” Clark strained out with clenched teeth, trying to last as long as he could. “Clark..” Your broken words shattered any ounce of self restraint he had. With a buck of your hips you both came undone, “Shit I-I’m sorry!” He whimpered as he spilled into you. Melting into him, against his chest you settled in. Trying to catch your breath, a sickly burning smell filled your nose. “What is that smell?” Clark asked, and it clicked.

The pie.

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Been cooking on a Smallville!Clark Kent x F!SmalltownSweetheart!Reader

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My plus one | J.M

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 4,038

Warnings: SMUTT, Age gap (reader is over 20, Joel is mid 30s), Pinv, Creampie, Unprotected Pinv (wrap it before you tap it), Fingering, Cum eating?, Almost caught, Sneaking around, Car sex, Use of petnames, I think that's all!

A/N: This is a Fic I've posted previously, but I've recently revised and rewrote almost the whole thing! As always, hope you enjoy! Sorry it has taken me this long to post, I've recently had personal problems I had to deal with! Despite the little break I took, everything is good and well now! <3

Two days before you were supposed to come home, for your dads big promotion dinner, bad news struck you.

In the form of a text message.

"this isn't working for me anymore, we're done."

Really? That was all the asshole could say?

"what about the dinner tyler?? tf am i supposed to do?"

"you'll figure it out."

Fuck him.

Whatever, it's not like you cared.

—

Despite not having a date, you decided to head back to Austin anyways. It was the promotion your dad had waited his whole career for.

The drive was a bit long from your college, but it lined up perfectly with the start of your spring break.

You got home a little earlier than you had originally planned for. To your surprise, Joel accompanied your father while they nursed their beers.

Joel.

It had only been a few months since the last time you saw him, but God did he look handsome.

The amber glow of the porchlight projected on his hair, laced with silver streaks.

His thick fingers wrapped around the chilled aluminum can. The Miller emblem peaked out from under his grasp, ironic.

"Hey sweetheart, you're early.." Your dad muttered out to you breaking the sound of that voice in your head, all while placing his beer on the table between him and Joel.

"Yeah I left a bit earlier, expecting more traffic." you smiled warmly at the man, as he embraced you in a hug.

Smiling over his shoulder to the man babysitting his Miller lite in awkward silence.

"Good to see you kiddo.." He said, quietly. almost like he didn't trust his voice.

Weird.

"Good to see you too Mr. Miller." You pulled away from your dad, now facing the older man. He nodded, taking another sip of his beer. "How's Sarah?" You questioned.

"Busy.. y'know how that girl is." He smiled. the corners of his mouth turned up, and wrinkled a bit with his smile lines.

You nodded in understanding. deciding it was getting a little late and you wanted to shower and unpack before you went to bed.

You drag the heavy suitcase up the stairs, its wheels hitting the wood every few steps. Turning the knob and opening the door to your bedroom, you sit the suitcase down on your bed and unzip it. Grabbing an old hoodie, underwear, and pair of shorts for after your shower.

Socked feet patter down the hallway as you make your way to the bathroom, passing your mothers room and noticing her at her vanity.

"Hey sweetheart, when did you get here?" She asked, as she slid out from the seat. standing up to give you a hug. "Maybe like 20 minutes ago?" You said, over her shoulder, honestly forgetting.

She nodded and began, "So when is Tyler coming in? The dinner is in two days sweetheart." Your heart kinda sunk at the mention of his name. "Oh uhm-" You didn't know how to tell her. "We broke up." You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and stared awkwardly at the floor. "Oh honey are you okay?" She asked, going in for a hug once again, you declined. "Yeah mom I'm alright." She smiled at you, sad for you. "What are you going to do about the dinner?" She asked. "I'm actually not sure, I'll figure it out." She nodded her head. "I'm gonna shower, it's getting late." She agreed, and you continued to the bathroom.

Latching the door behind you, you turned the dial on the shower and let the water heat up. Steam covered the mirror and dripped down in condensation. Shedding the clothes off from the drive, you stepped under the water and sighed at the feeling of warmth embracing you.

45 minutes later, you stepped out of the shower. Skin radiating steam from the heat of the water. You grabbed a white fluffy towel and wrapped it around your body. Drying off and getting dressed, you walked down the hallway and to your room. Moving the suitcase off the bed, and untucking the comforter from the sheets. Sliding your body between the mattress and comforter you plugged in your phone and went to sleep.

—

You woke up around 8am, to the all too familiar smell of breakfast. Yawning, you grabbed your phone, slipping it into the front pocket of your hoodie. Slowly making your way down the stairs, you lock eyes with-

No.

Oh my god no.

Joel.

Joel Miller.

In your kitchen.

All the while you looked like you just rolled out of bed.

Well in your defense-

Your internal voice was cut off by his gruff one.

"Morning' kiddo." He said nonchalantly, taking a bite of bacon. "Morning?" You said confused, looking between your parents as you sat down at the table. "Honey, I was just telling your father about Tyler.." Your mom started and you groaned, "Oh no mom, I don't want to talk about this right now." You muttered embarrassed, hiding behind your hoodie sleeve. She shushed you, filling up your glass with orange juice from the pitcher. "No, now just listen." She tried again, your father and Joel sitting in silence. You dropped your hands from your face and leaned forward, taking a sip from your glass, you listened. "Joel doesn't have a date either.. he so kindly offered to take you!" She said smiling, taking a scoop of eggs from the pan before handing the plate to you and sitting down. You almost choked. "I'm sorry what?" you felt like you could die from embarrassment, this can't be happening. "As a friend of course." Joel chimed in, your dad nodded. "He's just helpin' out your old man." Your dad smiled towards you. "Right." You forced a bite of eggs down. Joel silently ate his breakfast as your mom began to speak once more, "Now I know you probably don't have a dress yet, so we are going to head into town after breakfast to find you something nice." You nodded, taking another sip of orange juice.

God, I wish this was a mimosa.

—

You opted for a simple outfit to shop. needing something easy to change in and out of, all the while beating the Texas heat. Deciding on a worn out Texas Longhorns tanktop, and denim shorts. Brushing your hair and putting a pair of sunglasses on your head. Light makeup, fearing anything more would melt right off. Slipping on your Birkenstocks, you walked down the stairs and to your mother who was ready at the door.

—

You went to every boutique your mother could drag you into. Dressing you up like a Barbie doll. After what felt like 50 dresses you tried on, you pulled back the curtain to show your mother. "Oh my. This is the one, you look gorgeous sweetheart." You smiled at your mother, and turned to the mirror to admire the dress. It was black, about ankle length that hugged your body perfectly. The top dipped down enough to show a little cleavage, but still classy. You nodded towards your mother and went to get changed.

You bought a pair of black heels to compliment. opting to match, in fear of drawing away from the dress.

Your mother offered to buy lunch, which you accepted kindly. Stopping in at your favorite local spot and ordering a turkey sandwich.

The car pulled into the driveway around 2:30. Opening the door to get out. Then pulling the dress out, that was wrapped in a white dress bag.

"Did you find one honey?" Your father asked as you set down the keys on the table. "She did but you have to wait until tomorrow night to see it." She smiled at your father and you walked upstairs to hang the dress up.

—

Once the dress was safely tucked away in your closet, you laid on your bed quickly typing out a message.

"you really don't have to do this mr. miller." As much as you wanted this, you didn't want him to see you like a chore.

"Joel." He corrected. "And I offered, didn't I?" He replied.

"yeah you did. joel." You smiled and typed back.

Your heart pounded as you saw the three dots on the screen, waiting for his reply.

"I'll see you at 7 tomorrow night sweetheart."

You hearted his message.

God I hope that wasn't too forward.

Unhearting his message, you went downstairs to help prep for dinner.

—

Snoozing the first few alarms, you finally got up around 1pm. "Shit." You muttered out, not meaning to sleep in so late.

Opting for a quick breakfast, lunch. You ate a greek yogurt cup topped with granola and a few strawberries.

You got in the shower around two. You decided to take an everything shower, I mean anything could happen... right?

Getting out around 3pm, you blow dried your hair. Sitting down at your vanity, you curl and roll your hair, wanting a classy blowout look.

That took about 30 minutes. You didn't want to go too simple with your makeup, but still enough to not take away from your dress. You went for a black and dark brown smokey eye look, with thin eyeliner and big lashes.

You got done with your makeup at 5:30. You have an hour and a half before Joel arrives.

Walking down the hallway, hair still in rollers, in a full face of makeup, tank top and added sweatpants from earlier. "You look so pretty sugar." Your mother compliments. She was dressed in a navy blue dress, a little looser than yours but overall gorgeous. "Thank you momma.." You smiled back at the woman, "So do you." She smiled and your father came out with a tie in hand, he never could tie one by himself. "Still can't tie it?" You teased the man as he handed the silk to your mother who quickly helped him. "What would I do without you honey?" He questioned your mother, kissing her lips. "You'd be lost." She teased back, "Damn right." He looked at her with so much love as he combed his hair. "We are leaving soon." Your dad said, turning his attention from your mother’s small vanity mirror, and to you. "I thought it started at 7?" You questioned. He nodded, "Yes sweetheart but I have to be there early. I have to make a good impression." He replied. "Joel will be here around 6:30.. You should put your dress on." Your mother muttered. "Yeah that's what I was gonna ask, I need you to zip me up." the older woman nodded.

You walked down the hallway and into your room. Leaning into your closet, you retrieved the dress bag you tucked away earlier. Unzipping the bag and pulling out the dress. You slid the dress pooling at your feet, up your body and tucking your arms into the straps. You waddled from your room to your mothers to get her help zipping you up. You thanked her and hurried back to your room to undo the rollers that have been sitting in your hair. "Perfect." You smiled, satisfied with how they turned out. Taking your shoes from the box, you slid them on. Taking a once over of yourself in the mirror. Grabbing your clutch and phone, spritzing yourself with perfume before walking down the stairs. As soon as you reached the bottom of the staircase, the doorbell rang.

Perfect timing.

Your manicured hand wrapped around the silver door knob and twisted, the door opening to reveal a handsome older man. "Joel." you muttered.

He was dressed in a tux, you've never seen him so put together. His beautiful eyes went wide, looking you up and down. Clearing his throat, "You look beautiful." You smiled at the man, "Thank you Joel." You muttered out, “You look handsome.” His face flushed at your words. “Shall we?” He asked, clearing his throat. You nodded, shutting and locking the door behind you.

He opened the passenger door to his truck. God did he have to be a gentleman too?

Tucking your legs in, he shut the door behind you, rounding the hood of the car and joining you in the bench seat.

The car ride was silent. Stolen glances every once in a while. Pulling up to the venue, you sighed to yourself. Feeling some relief of the tension in the truck.

He opened your door and helped you out, placing his hand modestly on the small of your back.

You wished he let his hand roam a little lower, even if it was just for a moment.

With your arms linked, you entered the ballroom. Beautifully decorated for the occasion. Your mother was the first to come up to you. "Oh my sweet girl you look beautiful." Your mother kissed your cheek and turned to Joel. "You don't clean up too bad Miller." She teased the man. "Thank ya ma'am." He muttered as he complimented her back.

God that southern drawl..

The dinner lasted about 2 hours, your feet killing you. Damn those heels.

Your mother and father held back a bit, soaking up the congratulations from his new role in the company.

"Are you ready to head home sweetheart? Gettin' late." Joel asked, you nodded standing up from the table.

Your heels clicked against the pavement as the two of you walked back to his truck. Sliding off those cursed heels as soon as the door closed, you relaxed against the seat, taking a deep breath.

Joel buckled in and looked over to you, his restraint was tested more and more with each rise and fall of your chest, "Got a starin' problem Miller." His heart dropped as you muttered out, raising your head to look over at the man starting his truck. "Don't know what you're talkin' about kid." He said under his breath, knuckles white gripping on the wheel.

As he pulled out of the parking lot you had decided to test him, "Oh but I think I do...Mr. Miller" You teased. You wanted a reaction, something, anything. "That's enough." He muttered, eyes locked onto the road. You pulled your hair to one side of your neck, leaving your collarbone and dainty necklace on display. The necklace curving right at the dip of your cleavage.

You wanted him to break. Lose control. You wanted him. "See, I just don't think it's enough Miller." You pressed the matter further, voice softening with his name on your tongue, "I think there's a reason you offered to take me Joel.." You turned towards him in the bench seat.

"Just helpin' a friend sweetheart.." He almost whispered out, trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. The bench seat gave you more room to.. explore.

Sliding your foot over to his lap, tracing up and down his thigh. You could have sworn you saw the start of an outline in his pants. "Knock it off.." He tried, not really though. He didn't want you to stop.

You continued tracing his thigh, heel of your foot dipping down to the zipper of his dress pants. His restraint snapped like a cheap rubber band. His thick fingers wrapped around your ankle, "You tryna' get us killed girl?" He questioned, his face illuminated with the red from the stoplight. Looking down at his hold on your ankle, and the bulge underneath it.

Your breath got heavy, as he looked at you with those dark brown eyes, "Joel." You squealed out, like a mouse caught by a cat. Your body tensed under his touch. "Not so bold now sweetheart.. What happened?" He questioned, toying with you.

His fingers traced your ankle, and up your calf. Stopping at the bed of your knee. "Please.." You whispered out. "Please what darlin'?" He asked. He knew what you wanted, but Joel was the kinda man who needed to hear you say it. You shyed a bit, face flushing red. "Don't make me say it Joel." You begged. He just laughed.

The fucker laughed at you.

Pulling over on the side of a back road, he turned to you. "Can't give ya what y'want if you don't tell me sweetheart." He traced up your leg, higher this time. Feeling your thigh under your dress. "Y–You Joel." Your voice failed you, stuttering from nervousness. "Me? Well y'got me darlin'. What d'ya want me for?" He asked, teasing you again. He wasn't gonna let you off that easily.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you scooted closer to the man. Legs in his lap fully now. Hardness pressing against the bend of your knee. "Need you to touch me Miller.." You sighed out breathlessly. "There we go honey.. It wasn't that hard, was it now?" He smiled, satisfied with your answer. You whimpered out frustrated. You needed him to do something.. anything. "What would yer daddy think of you all whiny for me in my truck huh?" He asked, clearly getting off on how squirmy he was making you, "Those college boys not do it for ya sweetheart?" You shook your head, "Need you Joel.." He snickers, "I know yer always needin' somethin' ain't ya?" He questioned rhetorically.

He bunched up your dress, you lifted your hips so he could get it to your waist. "Soaked for me darlin'" He laughs, pressing a thick finger to the wet patch on your underwear. You whined and bucked your hips, "Joel quit teasin'.." You begged. "Ah ah who's in charge here baby?" He asked, "You Joel.." He smiled pleased at you, a wreck for him already. "Atta girl." He hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of your underwear, sliding them down your legs and past your ankles. He reached over you, opening his glove box, throwing the pair in and shutting it back. "Don't need those, do ya sweetheart?" He asked and you were quick to shake your head.

Dirty old man.

Yet here you are absolutely soaked for said 'dirty old man'.

His thick finger traced your slit, teasing you. Your hips bucked again searching for friction. Joel was quick to correct you, using his hand on your stomach to hold you down. "Now you take what I give ya or yer gettin' nothin' t'all" He muttered out with dark eyes. You nodded.

His finger dipped past your folds and into you. "Oh god Joel." You whined out, still under his hold. "Barely touched ya and yer goin' crazy.." He trailed off, "What 'm I gonna do with ya huh?" He questioned, but before you could answer he added another finger. Stretching you out deliciously. "C'mon sweetheart if you can't take this you sure as hell ain't gonna be able to take me.." He said cockily, replying to your moans.

His fingers pumped in and out, curling in, like he knew your body better than you did.

Sure as hell felt like it.

"Close Joel.." Was all you could manage to get out. That band in your belly wound tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hand. "C'mon baby girl let go f'me." He said, leaning over you to kiss down your neck.

That was all it took.

Those words.

His mouth.

Your back arched off the worn-out red leather of the old pickup truck he's always driving. Chest heaving as you came down from one hell of a high.

A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you leaned your head up to look at the man between your legs. Smug as ever he locked gaze with your eyes, taking his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. His eyes rolled back as the sweet tang filled his mouth. "Taste like heaven sweetheart.." He wiped the saliva off his fingers and onto his dress pants.

You smiled up at the man, still drunk on the high you just came down from. "You think y'ready for me honey?" He asked as he unbuckled his belt, throwing it down to the floorboard. You nodded, wanting nothing more than to feel him. For real this time.

"Words baby.." He teased, "Yes! please God." you whined out, "M'name ain't God.." He joked.

Smug son of a bitch.

He pushed down his black slacks, his boxers following suit. His cock sprung out, and your eyes went wide. "You flatter me sweetheart." He chuckles, undoing his tie and discarding it to the floorboard.

"Shit." His face dropped when he realized, "I don't have a condom." He looked down at you, still catching your breath. "Don't care.. m'clean.." He shook his head, "Y'sure bout' this?" He questioned. "Can't come back from this sugar.." He tried again but you didn't care.

You wanted this. Wanted him.

"Fuck me already Miller." You managed to get out, and he just laughed. "Ain't nothin' but trouble.." He sighed out, pushing the head of his cock between your folds. You gasped out as he began to slide into you.

"F-Fuck Joel.." You cried out, slumping against the door of his truck, "You can take it baby I'm right here.. trust me." You swallowed hard at his words, burying himself into you, fully to the hilt. He gave you a minute to adjust. "You can move.." You whimpered and he took the green light to slowly pull out almost all the way, before plunging right back in.

"S'dirty for wantin' this trouble.." He used that nickname again. Your back arched with every thrust. "Wantin' yer old man's best friend like this.." He rubbed it in more, like salt in a wound.

You did feel guilty..

But more so, of the effect his words were having on you.

His dirty words went straight to your core, winding that band tighter and tighter..

"Joel.." You whined, all this becoming too much.. you couldn't last much longer. "I know baby I know.." He mocked sincerity. picking up the pace a bit. Your eyes started to roll back in your head, and you were clenching harder and harder. He leaned down, taking your neck in his hold and pulling you to him. Pressing his lips to yours.

He grunted through the kiss, your moans mixing in. pulling back from the kiss he picked up the pace once more, "C'mon give me one more trouble." He commanded, and you obeyed. Almost as quickly as he asked, you delivered. Back arching off the worn-out red leather again. White heat over taking your body. Thighs shaking as you came down. and Joel? He was fucking you through it. His body shuttered and you knew he couldn't last much longer.

"M'on the pill.." You muttered out, and that was all Joel needed to hear. With a few more thrusts he buried into one last time, releasing inside. Filling you up.

Sweat covered the both of you as he pulled out. The mixture of both his and your release pooling between your thighs. He reached in his floor, trying to find something to clean you up with.

Settling on his tie, he bunched the fabric and cleaned you up, throwing the soiled tie in the back seat. You tried to catch your breath, pulling your dress back down to your ankles and buckling up like nothing happened. Joel got situated and buckled, turning over the truck as you slipped your black heels back on.

You did not miss those. You thought as you picked up your phone from the floor. Heart dropping when you look at the time. 11:57pm "Shit." You muttered, dozens of missed calls from your parents you were too.. busy to hear. "Joel, I need to get home..now." You showed him your phone and he pulled out of the back road and onto the main one.

You finally got home at 12:20am..

Saying your goodbyes to Joel with a promise of this happening again. Smelling like sex, with your hair and dress a mess, you fished out your key from the small clutch you brought with you. You locked the door behind you, slipping off your shoes and taking them in one hand. Thinking you're out of the woods, you start to tiptoe up the stairs. When you are halfway to your room, the hallway light flickers on and you hear your mother, and her voice calling your name.

Fuck.

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My girl | D.W

Girldad!Dean Winchester x Babysitter!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 3,054

Warnings: Use of pet names, Filth, Teasing!Dean, Fluff, SMUTT, Jealous!Dean, Overstimulation, Creampie, Unprotected pinv, First 'I love you', Use of daddy, Daddy kink, Brief mention of Naive!Reader, DBF!Dean, Age gap (reader is 20, Dean is late 30s), Possessive!Dean, Oral (f & m rec), Belt as restraint, I think that's all! lmk

A/N: Went to the pool while on vacation, all I could think about was Dean Winchester, Thus ' My girl ' was born. Straight jorkin' my it. Written as a part two to this, but can be read as a standalone!

Since that night, Dean has tried everything in his power to stay close to you. So here you were, every Wednesday and Sunday, in his home watching his little girl. Sometimes it was more often, that is if you didn’t work that day, but 2 days a week steadily. You quickly fell into the routine Dean had set up in his home. Wake up Cassie at 7, so she could have breakfast by 8, and be out the door by 9. Dean would leave for work at 10, and be back at 6-7 depending on the day. Cassie would come home from school at 3, and have a bath and dinner by 6, so Dean could tuck her in when he came home. He watched how you cared for not just Cassie, but him too. Always a fresh plate of food, tucked away just for him to have when he got off. The way the house was cleaner than it was when he left. And the way you fit just perfectly into his little family.

Today was a warm Sunday. You had texted Dean to ask if he minded for you and Cassie to go swim. When he said he didn’t mind, you packed up a tote bag full of everything you would need at the pool. After you had gotten Cassie dressed in her swimsuit, you changed into a black ruffle one piece with skinny straps. In the woven bag, you packed snacks and sandwiches, sunscreen, and an extra change of clothes for Cassie. Grabbing everything, you put the extra car seat into your back seat, and packed everything up. “You ready to go swim kiddo?” You asked the girl as you buckled her in, “Mhm gonna play mermaids!” She said excitedly. “Yes we are!” You smiled at the child, closing the car door and getting in, turning the ignition. 

It wasn’t a long drive to the pool, maybe 20 or so minutes. Dean had messaged you that he was trying to get off early to come by, but wasn’t sure if he’d make it. Texting back a reply, you grabbed the tote bag, and a hold of Cassie’s little hand and walked to the gate. A few families scattered across the public pool. You and Cassie opted for a quieter corner by the kiddie pool. Taking off your cover-up, you sat on the edge of the shallow pool as you watched Cassie play.

 A few minutes had passed, when a little boy, around Cassie’s age approached her to play. Being the sweetheart she is, she quickly accepted the offer and the two of them splashed around. “Tucker, what’cha doin’ over here buddy?” A man around Dean’s age came after the little boy, “Playing daddy.” The boy mumbled and the man smiled at him. “Sorry for the incordial invite, I’m Cole.” You awkwardly smiled at his attempt to introduce himself. Introducing yourself, you gestured to the little girl. “This is Cassie.” You muttered, glancing over to her. “This is Tucker, it seems like you already met him though.” He said through a laugh and you smiled, “Yep, I think they are playing mermaids.” You smiled as you attempted to make small talk. “Is she yours?” Cole asked and you shook your head, “No, she's a great kid, but I’m just babysitting.” He nodded. 

The two of you talked for a bit as the kids played. “I’m hungry.” Cassie said, tugging on the ruffle of your swimsuit, “Me too.” Tucker said, swimming up to Cassie. “I have sandwiches in my bag, he’s welcome to have one.” You offered and Cole nodded, “That would be great, thanks.” The kids sat on the edge of the pool, stuffing their little faces full of PB&J sandwiches. You and Cole sat not far, on the chairs behind them. 

The whole time Cole had been subtly flirting, but maybe you were too naive to realize. But you definitely realized when he asked, “You got a boyfriend or something?”. At first you didn’t know how to answer. No you don’t have a boyfriend, but. Or maybe, Not officially but I did sleep with the dad I babysit for. No not that either, instead you responded with this, “It’s complicated.”. Cole nodded, “Right, it’s one of those.”. At first you were taken aback, sitting back with your eyebrows knitted together, “What do you mean ‘one of those’?” It’s always better to ask, than assume, but unfortunately this time, your assumption was correct. “One of those, ‘It’s complicated’, ‘I lead men on’ situations.”. You swore you saw red, but before you could answer, someone answered for you. “I’m not being led on. I think she just don’t wanna hurt your feelings buddy.” Dean muttered from behind you. Your face flushed with embarrassment at the situation. “Ain’t that right sweetheart?” Dean asked, turning your face to look at him you nodded. “See, not complicated at all.” Cole stood up from the chair in front of you, clearly taking the hint. Both him and Tucker walked away. 

Cassie stood up, sandwich still in hand, to greet her father. “Daddy!” She shrieked, hugging his leg. “Hey baby girl, you havin’ a good time?” He asked, dropping his hand to cup her head, “Mhm! We played mermaids.” Dean smiled at the little girl, “That’s great baby.” Dean looked over at you, “You havin’ a good time sweetheart?” Not trusting your voice, all you could do was smile and nod.

Coming back home after the pool, you gave Cassie a bath. Afterwards, the two of you started on dinner. “How do you feel about homemade pizza?” You asked the little girl, “So good.” She answered. You mixed up the dough and allowed it to rise. Cassie rolled out, or tried to roll out the dough as you cut up the pepperonis and shredded the cheese. As you and Cassie prepped in the kitchen, Dean waltzed in with his signature charm, “What are my girls makin’ for dinner?”. Your face flushed hot at the mention. “Pizza!” Cassie said excitedly as she mushed her hands into the dough. Dean took notice of your reaction to his words. Coming up behind you and rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie you put on after the pool, “Makin’ a mess of this poor sweater baby.”. Dean knew the effect he had on you, and the way your face turned a now bright shade of red, it was even more evident. 

Dinner had come and gone, Cassie insisted on having her pizza by the slice and not cut up this time. Inevitably, despite her being a ‘big girl’ Dean still had to cut it up. One little girl tucked into bed later, you and Dean started to clean up the kitchen. “What was that about earlier?” You asked Dean as he cleared the plates into the trash. “What was what?” He shrugged it off, knowing what you meant by the question. “At the pool Dean..” You trailed off, wiping up stray flour from earlier. “Why j’want his number or somethin’?” He asked defensively. You stood up, “No–Dean of course not.” You muttered, tossing the dish towel on the counter. “Okay then what’s the problem?” He asked, crossing his arms. God. His arms. Practically bursting out of his t-shirt. “I’ve just–I’ve never seen you so jealous.” His eyes went darker at your realization. “Don’t like sharin’” He muttered, growling almost.

Your eyes went wide at his admission, and your panties started to soak through the white lace hidden beneath your shorts. “What? Did j’like that sweetheart?” He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, stepping towards you. “Like when I talk dirty to you baby?” Dean echoed, caging you in. His hands dipped down to your waist, grip tight on you as he hoisted you onto the counter. “Dean–” You whimper under his touch. “Ah ah pretty girl–wanna watch you squirm for me.” Dean chuckled lowly, brushing your hair off your neck and to the side. He pressed his lips to your neck, days old stubble scratching against your soft skin. Trailing down your neck Dean worked skillfully, pressing his palm between your thighs. “You like when I call you mine don’t ya?” He teased, rubbing his thumb over the center of your shorts while you stifled a moan. 

The ghost of his touch was enough to drive you crazy. Squirming under him, all you needed was his touch. Something, more. “Dean please–” You whined, looking up at him with blown pupils. “Please what baby?” He teased, knowing his effect on you. “Touch me..” You begged, “Oh but I am touchin’ ya sweet girl.” Dean pet your hair, rubbing his other thumb across your cheek. “Gotta tell me what you want..” He mocked, wanting you to say it. “You Dean–anything.” He smirked with that signature cocky grin of his, satisfied with your answer. “We’re gonna do this right this time, okay?” He asked and you nodded, not entirely sure what he meant by that, but trusting him nonetheless. Pulling your legs around his waist, you took the hint and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck. Dean wasted no time picking you up off the counter, without any sign of struggle, like you weighed practically nothing. 

Taking you down the hall and into his bedroom, he laid you down on his bed. “I’ve never been in here before.” You muttered, watching him pull his shirt over his head, leaving it to pool in the floor. “First time for everything.” He smiled down at you, still clad in your too-big sweatshirt and tiny little sleep shorts that you changed into after the pool. Sinking a knee into the bed, he crawled up to you, still in his jeans. “Wearin’ too many clothes.” He muttered from above you. Helping him strip you down, you laid in his bed covered only by the lace of your underwear. Your arms instinctively shoot up to cover yourself and he tsked, “Too pretty to be hidin’ like that sugar.” 

Pulling your hands from your chest, he held your wrists above your head. “You like to be tied up?” Dean asked and your face flushed red, “I don’t–I don’t know.” You mumbled quietly, voice almost in a whisper. “You wanna try pretty girl? S’okay if you don’t want me to.” He reassured you, your wrist still in his hold. “Yes, I trust you.” A dark grin spread over his face at your words. Wasting no more time, he pulled his belt from his jeans with his free hand. Retrieving the leather in one fluid movement. With skilled hands, he wraps the leather belt around your wrists, then the headboard. Pulling the slack, so you were restrained. “Too tight?” He asked, and you shook your head, “No t’s good.” You said shyly, your whole body on display. “God you’re so pretty sprawled out for me.” He said under his breath. Sinking down further to the end of the bed, he hooked his arms under your thighs. Pressing a wet, open-mouth kiss to your lace-clad core. “This where you need me sweetheart?” You choked out a moan, “Yes–god please Dean.” He grinned, pulling the fabric to the side. His tongue dipped into you and he groaned against your heat. Getting immediately hypnotised by the way you writhed beneath him, and your taste on his tongue.

You pulled against the restraints, but of course had no luck. All you could do was lie there, and take it. Dean grinded into the plush of the mattress, drawing out groans from both you and him. With a scream of his name you came. Dean didn’t let up, no, this was for his enjoyment, he was marking what was his. “Please Dean–I can’t” You cried out, and he lapped mercilessly. His eyes met yours, sending you over the edge again. White heat hitting like a wave, harder than just minutes ago. Sitting up, Dean drug the back of his palm against his mouth, wiping the slick from his now puffy lips. “Too much?” He asked face flushed. You weakly shook your head, thighs still shaking with the after shock from your orgasm. “God it was perfect.” You said breathlessly, chest heaving up and down. Dean leaned over you, untangling you from the leather and the headboard. Discarding his belt to the floor, he brought your wrists to his mouth, kissing the red marks from the belt. “Did so good for me princess.” He muttered, dropping your wrists and leaning down to kiss your lips. His tongue dipped in your mouth and you moaned against the kiss, at the taste of yourself mixed with him. The kiss made you dizzy. 

Just as Dean started to unbutton his jeans, to give you what you really wanted, a cry was heard from upstairs. Cassie. Dean quickly buttoned up his jeans, and you grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on as you both ran up the steps. “You okay baby girl?” He asked, brushing the top of Cassie’s head. Her puffy eyes looked up at you standing in the doorway. “Bad dream.” She mumbled, your heart ached at her little face as Dean held her close. 

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Following that night, you and Cassie had come up with a fun activity to do while Dean was at work. Heading out to Michael’s, one little girl in tow. You bought a plain white shirt and some fabric markers. One quick stop to Mcdonald’s and a happy meal later, you and Cassie sat at the kitchen table with markers strewn out over the table. Cassie scribbled on the white t-shirt. “Daddy’s gonna be home soon, you almost done?” You asked the little girl as she added her last finishing touches. Her little tongue darted past her lips in concentration as she finished. “Done!” Cassie said proudly. “Looks so good kiddo! He’s gonna love it.” You smiled back at her, as she beamed up at you. 

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Dean came home a bit later, dropping his keys in the dish as he kicked off his boots at the door. “Where are my girls?” He yelled out, his voice echoing through the house. Heading into the kitchen he saw the shirt laid neatly on the table. Colorful scribbles decorated the shirt and a picture of a family adorned the bottom. Arrows pointed at the stick figures. Dean first, Cassie in the middle, and you. He smiled at the drawing on the fabric and headed to the living room. You and Cassie were curled up on the couch, various snacks scattered on the coffee table in front of you. The little girl had her head resting on your shoulder as she hummed, sound asleep. “Got through Frozen, and like half of Pochahontas.” You smiled up at Dean as he leaned down, uncovering the little girl so he could pick her up. “Sounds like you two had fun, huh?” He asked as his arms snaked under Cassie’s sleeping frame, before standing up. “Mhm, she said she wanted to make something for daddy, then we had a movie night.” His face went hot at your words. He felt like something was awoken in him the way that slipped off your lips. Like he shouldn’t have the reaction he did.

“M’gonna take her to her room, I’ll be back.” He muttered, his face unreadable. For a second you were worried, until you realized what had made him react the way he did. He disappeared down the hall, to tuck Cassie in, before walking heavily down the steps. He walked past you, heading to the fridge in the kitchen. His hand wrapped around the thin neck of a glass bottle. Popping off the top, and walking over to the couch. He plopped down and sunk into the couch, his legs spread wide and your throat went dry. You watched as he brought the bottle to his lips and threw his head back for a drink. He sighed out as he swallowed. “Long day?” You asked, scooting closer to Dean as he wrapped his arm around you, “Sweetheart you have no idea.” He muttered like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And you? All you wanted to do was take a little of that load off him, in more ways than one. Sinking to your knees, between his legs you fumble with his belt. “Shit–what’re you doin’ baby?” He asked as he sunk a little deeper into the couch, his grasp so tight on the neck of that bottle it's a wonder it didn't break.

“Just relax Dean, let me take care of you.” He groans at your words, throwing his head back to rest on the edge of the couch as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. “Fuck–” He cursed under his breath as you took him in your mouth inch by inch. Tortuously slow, sinking further and further down until your nose brushed against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. “Jesus–fuck.” He whined out, hips bucking up. Pulling off him with a pop, you looked up at him with glassy eyes. Bringing your thumb to your lips, you wiped off spit from around your mouth.

Crawling into his lap, you hover over him as he takes hold of your hips. Pulling your underwear to the side, he guides you down onto his cock. Spearing you onto him, you gasp “Fuck–daddy please.” You whine out and Dean swore he saw God. His cock twitched at your words as you sunk down onto him. “Goddamn you’re gonna kill me if you keep talking like that.” He groaned, grinding down your hips onto him. His pace picked up, thrusting up into you, “Daddy–I’m so–Fuck–Close.” You cried out as you rode him, “C’mon baby let go for me.” His words egged you on as you came. Vision giving out for a moment at the velocity. You slumped against him as he pumped up into you a few more times before spilling inside of you. He groaned as he came down from his high, looking down at you before your eyes met his. “I love you Dean.” You muttered, eyes brimmed with tears. Dean just smiled warmly at your admission, “Love you too sweetheart.”.

And now, his dream came true, and his little family was finally complete. 

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Attitude adjustment | S.B

Soldier boy x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 228

Warnings: Smut, Pinv, Ben being an asshole, Reader being one back, Brief mention of manhandling, Use of pet names

A/N: First one shot EVER. Hope you enjoy! I need him so bad.

You had started to test his patience from the very moment the two of you met. Little sarcastic punches here and there, back talk whenever you could. Ben was normally the only one able to bite back, and here you are, testing all of his self control. Every smartass remark got him closer and closer to teaching you a lesson. 

“Easy sweetheart, you’re bitin’ off more than you can chew.” He grumbled from across the room. This small ass hotel room wasn't keeping you far enough away. “Fuck off Ben.” You muttered. 

There was only so much of his ‘old fashioned’, “back in my day” shit you could take. He was quick to stand up, marching over to you proudly. With a cocky chuckle he asked, “What’d you just say sugar?”. Standing up to face him, and the challenge, “I said fuck off.”. Proudly you crossed your arms with a big grin.

Taking your face in his hold, “You think you're cute don’tcha?” Rolling your eyes, you try to pull away from him, but his grip tightens. “I know you didn’t just roll your eyes at me baby girl.” He growled low. 

The gentle plap plap plap, of your wet skin against Ben’s filled the room as he drove deeper and deeper into you. Your back arched as he drilled into you, “Yeah c’mon pretty girl.”. You whined as you came, “See you’re a good girl, just needed a little attitude adjustment.”

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Sand castles | B.A

DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 2,468

Warnings: SMUTT, Age gap (reader is legal to drink, Beau is early 40s), Use of petnames (darlin', sweethearts, baby, ect.), Semi-established relationship, Beau is a sweetheart as always, Brief mention of height (reader is shorter than Beau), Fluff, Angst (if you squint), Oral (F!rec), I think that's all!

A/N: God I just love them sm I'm sorry. I loved writing this so so much and needed AT LEAST one more chapter for them! This can be read as a standalone! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Part one | Part two | Final

The warmth of the leather seat stuck to your thighs in the summer heat. A wave of nostalgia hit you, taking you back to the feeling of pretending to be asleep in your dad’s truck, just so he could carry you inside.

 Except this time, you were leaning against the door of Sheriff Arlen’s beat up Ford pickup. Legs extended into the bench seat, the low grumble of that too-old engine growled beneath you. 

You didn’t exactly imagine you’d ever find yourself in this position, this close to Beau. The tips of your toes brushed the rough denim-clad thigh that belonged to the man. He tried not to take notice of the way your foot grazed the denim of his pants. Tried. It was just an accident. Just happened. Yet, he couldn't not notice the way the tips of your toes lightly brushed against the material. A little tingly. A little distracting.

 As Beau sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he kept his gaze focused outwards. The heat of the summer day, and lack of A/C, only added to the tense atmosphere. Beads of sweat pooled on the nape of his neck, beneath his t-shirt. He kept his expression impassive, not letting it show that such a small moment had him internally short circuiting.

Beau could think of a hundred ways that he’d prefer this situation to be, yet could find nothing better to say than a gruff, “You comfortable?”. The roughness of his voice cut through the thick, humid air. Brushing a stray piece of hair from the side of your face, tucking it behind your ear, you replied, “Mhm, very.”. A warm smile accompanied your face as you hummed in contentment. He glanced over at you, just for a moment. He felt like an ant under a magnifying glass the way he squirmed at the sight of you. Your bare legs, denim shorts ridden up a little lower than the start of your thigh. Oversized t-shirt hung over your torso, sliding off your shoulder on one side, just enough to see your collarbone. Beau swallowed hard and cleared his throat, the grip on the steering wheel, now resulted in white knuckles. A long drive ahead of you, and this was only the start. 

All of the snacks, outfits, and whatever else you decided the two of you needed at the beach, sat in the bed of Beau’s truck. The mention of a beach trip a few months ago, resulted in him booking a place as soon as he got home that night. To your surprise, after dinner, Beau pulled up the confirmation of the booking on his phone, “You still wanna go to the beach sweetheart?” He watched as your face lit up in excitement, “Oh my god really?” You questioned, and he answered. “Pack your bags baby girl.”

—

Stopping at a gas station on the way, you slid on your sandals. “You want anything?” You asked and Beau shook his head, instead fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. “Put $35 on pump four for me darlin’, add whatever you want.” With his card in your hand, you smiled at the gesture. The clip-clop of your sandals against the pavement, filled your ears as the bell dinged at the door opening. The chilled air clashed against your warm skin, pulling a tall can of diet coke from the fridge. Browsing the snacks, you opted for something sour. Wrapping your fingers around a bag of sour skittles, you hummed in contentment as you headed for the register. “How are you today hun?” The lady behind the register mumbled. “I’m good, thank you.” Smiling warmly, you set your things on the counter, “Can I also get $35 on pump four please?”. The lady nodded as she scanned your items, “You sure can sweetheart.” Swiping your Beau’s card, you mutter a final ‘thank you’ and head out the door.

Beau stood, back pressed against his truck, with his arms crossed. As he waited for the gas to finish pumping, you hopped back up sitting pretty in his cab. You were the epitome of a passenger princess. Back pressed against the door, with your legs sprawled out on the bench seat. Beau opened his door and got in the truck, “Whad’ya get sugar?” he questioned, turning the key for that old engine to growl beneath you. “I got a diet coke and some skittles, hope you don’t mind.” He shook his head, “Told you to use my card didn’t I?” You nodded in response, and he hummed.

Pulling the can from the plastic bag you fought with yourself, about to ask Beau to open it for you. He must have seen the way you looked at him, “You want me to open that for you?” Your face flushed hot, “Please.” You smiled over at him as he took the can from your hand. Without missing a lick, he popped the tab of your can, his eyes never leaving the road. “Don’t want you breakin’ a nail sweetheart.” he smiled, handing the can back to you. “Thank you Mr. Arlen.”, Your words sweet like sugar. Beau choked down a bit, “When you gonna stop callin’ me that? Told ya you can call me Beau sweetheart.” Taking a sip from the chilled aluminum can, your face heated up. “My daddy taught me like that, can’t help it.” He felt a pang of guilt in his chest with the mention of your father, his late best friend. He swallowed it down quickly when he watched you smile, sipping on your drink. It can’t be wrong, can it? It feels so right like this. 

Coming into the final 3 hours of the trip, the sun had started to set. Golden light, bouncing off your sun-kissed skin. Your head raised from the grumble against the door, “We there yet?”. Beau shook his head, “Not yet.” You nodded and watched out the window. “You hungry?” Beau asked, and you kinda shrugged. “I could eat.” He nodded. “I'm starved.” You laughed at his over exaggeration and he looked over at you and smiled.

— 

Settling on a diner, secluded on an exit right off the highway, the two of you sat across from each other in a booth. “You tired sweetheart?” Beau asked as he watched you lie your head on the table, “A little, but I want the beach.” He chuckled as he watched you pout, “Well we’ve got about 2 hours left darlin'. Be there soon.” You nodded and sat up to look at the menu. Greasy comfort food is a staple for any road trip, but especially this one.

“Can I get you guys started with anything to drink?” The older man asked, holding a notepad. “Yes sir I’ll get a sweet tea please.” You uttered with a smile. Beau followed suit, “I’ll do the same.” The server nodded while writing it down, “I’ll have those right out for you.”. You said ‘thank you’ in unison with Beau. “You know what you want?” Beau asked while setting down his menu. “Mhm I’m gonna get that cheeseburger.” You said, pointing to the item on the menu. He smiled, “I’m gonna do the same I think.” You placed your menu on Beau’s and slid them to the end of the table, “Damn Arlen, can you think for yourself?” You teased and he let out a low chuckle, followed by a grin. “What can I say darlin’? I’m a follower.” He joked. 

You guys ordered, the food coming and going shortly after. Heading back to the truck, you started back on route to the beach house. 

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“Oh my god Beau, it's beautiful.” You said, unbuckling as he pulled into the driveway. “You like it?” He asked nonchalantly. “Love it Beau—just love it.” You answered. Beau pulled the suitcases from the bed of the truck, pulling them inside behind you. As you walked around the house, you soaked in every detail. The shells decorating the home, the breathtaking shade of blue they picked for the cabinets. Everything about this house screamed beach, and you couldn’t love it more.

The two of you unpacked, opting to settle in for the night instead of heading to the beach. The view was gorgeous and you had already taken what felt like a thousand pictures. The sun cast in, through the curtains and onto the tangle of limbs tucked between the sheets. Your head tucked under Beau’s chin as he held you close. Leg thrown over his side, and you were flush to his chest. You stirred under his grasp, and to your surprise, he was already awake. “Mornin’ baby.” He muttered, voice laced with sleep. “Mornin’ handsome.” He smiled at your words and kissed your forehead, “You wanna go down to the beach?” He asked like it was even a question.

You all but darted up out of bed. Breakfast couldn’t have gone by any faster. Scarfing down some yogurt with fruit and granola, you wanted nothing more than to be at the beach. Picking your bathing suit from your suitcase, you were quick to change. Beau grabbed the beach bag and the two of you set off for the sand. You were staying beachfront, so the walk wasn’t long. The moment your feet hit the sand, an immense amount of joy washed over you, and all you could do was smile. Beau set up the umbrella and chairs. You watched as you laid out the beach blanket you brought to tan on.

Once the two of you were unpacked, you stood in-front of Beau, waiting patiently with tanning oil in hand. “You want me to help you with that?” He said with a smirk and you nodded. He took the bottle in his hands, squeezing the viscous fluid in his palm. Turning around to give him better access, Beau accepted the invitation and started to lather it into your skin. Taking extra notice of the way his hands worked the oil into your body, you let out a small whine. “Feel good?” He asked, knowing the answer. “So good Beau.” You melted into his touch. After he made sure you were fully coated, he doused you in sunscreen to protect your skin. “My turn now.” You said with a big smile. Taking the sunscreen from his hands, and squeezing it into yours. Lathering his body with the cream, you watched his muscles flex. This was the first time you really got to see all this, so needless to say you were soaking it in.

You tanned for about an hour, flipping around every ten or so minutes. Beau sat under the umbrella, watching as you soaked up the sun. Leaning up onto your elbows, you raised your sunglasses onto your head. “Can we get in the water?”. Beau smiled and looked down at you, “Of course we can sweetheart, this is your trip.”. He rose from the foldout chair and the two of you went down to the water. The temperature change caused goosebumps to rise on your sun-kissed skin. Beau slung his arm around your waist, hand low on your back. You sunk deep into the water, till you were about chest-deep. Beau, of course, was taller than you so you could see the better part of his chest and arms. God his arms. Holding onto him, your hand wrapped around his bicep, “Thank you for this.”. Beau smiled as he guided your legs around his hips, “I'm glad you liked the surprise sweetheart.”. You tangled onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

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The day at the beach was everything you could have ever hoped for. Things were starting to feel real with Beau. And to be honest? It scared you. But you wouldn’t trade him for the world. “Beau, can we talk?” You asked as you towel-dried your hair in the frame of the bathroom door. “Of course darlin’. Somethin’ wrong?” Beau asked, worried. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, you walked closer to him. Standing between his legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked up at you, as you struggled to find the words. “What is this?—What are we doing?” You asked, looking down at him, your hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “What do you mean sweetheart?” He asked, and you answered. “It feels so real to me, but I don’t know how you feel.” You saddened and he noticed. “Baby this is real to me, You’re my girl.”. His words heated up your face.

Pressing your forehead to his, “Really?”. Beau’s hands tangled around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Yeah really.” He muttered, his lips ghosting yours. Pulling you into his lap, “You are my girl aren’t ya?” He asked. “Yeah of course Beau.” You smiled, kissing his lips. “Yeah? Mine huh?” He whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your neck. Your lips parted and you let out a whimper. “M’gonna take care of you baby girl, that okay?” He asked and you grinded down your hips into his lap, “Yes—Beau please.”. “Easy princess, you’re gonna get what you want.” He growled out.

Standing up from the bed, he turned, pressing you into the mattress below him. Pinning you between him and the mattress, Beau kissed down your clothed body. You had just gotten out of the shower, so to Beau’s advantage, this meant less clothes. Hiking the hem of your his shirt over your thighs and around your waist, Beau pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the cotton of your panties. Your back arched off the bed a bit with your moan. Beau hooked his fingers in the elastic of the garment. Pulling them down past your ankles, your core glistened with slick. “Jesus christ—you’re soakin’ wet baby.” He said against your heat. Whining at his hot breath, Beau hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

Sinking to his knees on the wooden floor, Beau went at you like a man starved. His tongue skillfully splitting you open, drawing moan after moan out of that pretty mouth. “Mhm—cmon baby let go.” He groaned against your clit, as his hips bucked into the bed. White heat covered Your body as you rode out your high on his tongue. His name on your lips like a prayer.

Your chest heaved as you calmed yourself, sitting up on the bed Beau stood before you. You wanted nothing more but for him to be inside you. Taking matters into your own hands, you grabbed hold of his belt. Pulling him forward by the buckle, Beau tsked. “Ah ah pretty girl, we have a dinner reservation at 7.” You groaned and he laughed.

Until next time. 

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DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader Visuals :

Part one | Part two | Part three

A/N: I love these two entirely too much and I fear I need to write at-least one more chapter in their story. :)

The warmth of the leather seat stuck to your thighs in the summer heat. A wave of nostalgia hit you, taking you back to the feeling of pretending to be asleep in your dad’s truck, just so he could carry you inside.

Except this time, you were leaning against the door of Beau’s beat up Ford pickup. Legs extended into the bench seat, the low grumble of that too-old engine growled beneath you.

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Something sweet | D.W

Girldad!Dean Winchester x Babysitter!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 2,704

Warnings: Use of petnames, Biting, Unprotected pinv (wrap it before you tap it), dean being dean, oral (f receiving), DBF!Dean, Age gap (reader is 20, dean is late 30’s), Angst, Hand kink, Creampie, Size kink (if you squint), I think that's it!

A/N: Dean would be such a girl dad you CANNOT change my mind. I'm a Dean girlie so I feel like it's easier for me to write with him opposed to Sam. That being said, I hope you enjoy this. I had a blast working on it.

A/N2: I posted this, no joke 30 minutes later i was in an ambulance 🥴

part two

You had just gotten off of work. Your 9-5 has drained you. Same papers, day after day. If you were honest you could have just skipped dinner, and went to sleep. God knows you need it, but here you are. 

Walking into the grocery store to pick up a few things for a quick dinner. Deciding to roast some chicken, you stopped by the produce to pick up a few odds and ends for your lunch the next few days. While you were scoping out the best cantaloupe to buy, brown pigtails adorned with pink bows came into your vision. The little girl tugged on your blouse, “I think I lost my daddy.” She mutters shyly. Immediately dipping down to a crouch you tried to comfort her, “Well sweetheart what does he look like? Where did you see him last?”. The girl, who couldn't have been more than 6 years old, began to describe her father to her best ability. During the little exchange, her father came from the chip aisle, seemingly anxious. He breathed out in relief when he finally saw her again, “Babygirl where did you run off to?” He picked her up, setting her in the cart. “I wanted strawberries, then you were gone.” She pouted, “Sweetheart we could’ve gotten you strawberries you just have to ask.” he looked up from the girl to you, “Thank you so much, I’m so sorry.” You smiled at the man, “No problem she wasn’t a bother.” looking down to the girl you smiled again. He thanked you again and you both went about your shopping. 

That night in the midst of making dinner, he was all you could think about. You didn't even know his name yet the thought of him consumed you. Dinner was silent that night, the sounds of your fork against the ceramic, too caught up in your thoughts to turn something on. You went to sleep later than normal, since you had opted to make food instead of ordering out. Your wallet needed a break, and so did your stomach. 

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Traffic was bad the next morning when you left to go to work, just what you needed. You were already running late due to your phone being dead. No phone = No alarm. You were finally able to clock in, sliding your card through the scanner to get in. Dull boring day was going by like usual when you got a call from your dad, “Hey is everything okay? I’m at work.” The man sighed over the phone, “Yeah sweetheart are you off tomorrow?”. He sounded happier than usual. Odd. “I can be, what’s up?” you questioned. “Nothing, just me and a buddy of mine going fishing tomorrow.” You relaxed as he spoke, “Okay this relates to me how?” You asked. “Well his babysitter flaked on him so he needs someone to watch his little girl.” There it was. You began to realize the relation. “So this is you calling me to ask to babysit?” You sighed into the phone, “C’mon honey it’s the first fish of the season.” He begged into the speaker. “Fine, but you totally owe me.” You reluctantly agreed. “Love you too pumpkin.” He hung the phone up, pleased. You slumped into your rollie-chair. Before you clocked out that night, you were sure to brief them of your absence, despite your affliction. 

It’s not that you didn't like kids, truth be told you couldn't wait to start a family. It’s just you haven’t had a day off in over a month and here you are using it to babysit one of your father’s friend’s children. Maybe it won’t be that bad, you thought.

You woke up around 6am, the same as always. Only this time you were switching blouses and skirts, for sweats and a t-shirt. After showering, you got dressed in a simple black pair of sweatpants and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Thinking nothing of it, you threw on your red converse and headed out the door. The drive there was peaceful. Slow easy Saturday morning. Fog covered the road in a thin haze. Despite your gps failing halfway through, you had gotten it to boot back up and continue to give you directions.

 Pulling up to the house it was beautiful. Gorgeous white house with a wrap around porch. Adorned with an American flag hanging from the banister. Charming baby blue shutters hung by the windows. This wasn’t just a house, no this was a home. Pulling up into the driveway, you are met with a familiar sight. Your father’s red Ford pick-up, parked right next to an intense black Chevrolet Impala. Parking a bit off to the side, you grabbed your bag and headed to the front door. Chatter muffled behind the door as you knocked. Your father was quick to greet you. “Sweetheart you made it! Come in.” He slid to the side and ushered you inside the home. “This house…It’s so beautiful.” you muttered, setting your back on the table by the door. “I helped build it, a long long time ago.” Your father smiled at the reminiscence as you both walked into the kitchen. An oddly familiar voice shouted from atop the steps, something directed at your father. Where have you heard that voice before? God it felt like it was on the very tip of your tongue and you couldn’t spit it out for the life of you. 

Heavy boots stomped down the steps followed by a softer pair of slippered-feet. As the figure came into view, it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. 

That’s where you knew him from. 

“Nice shirt.” Was all he could mutter, sporting his signature grin. You smiled back, as the blush creeped from your cheeks to the tip of your nose. With no makeup on was a hell of a way to greet the man that consumed your thoughts. It also made it harder to hide the attraction slapped across your face. “Thanks, small world.” Was all you could find. Your father looked between the two of you confused, “Wait how do you know each other?”. He was almost scared to ask, knowing Dean’s past. “The grocery store actually, his daughter-” You started but he cut you off, “Cassie.” He corrected. “Right, Cassie wandered off on the search for strawberries was it?” You questioned, looking down at the little girl still dressed in her pajamas. Dean smiled at the two of you, as she rubbed her eyes.  “Yep slipped right out from under me, and found your daughter-” He said. This time you corrected, “Y/n, nice to meet you. For real this time.” You smiled as you extended your hand, to which Dean took in his, shaking gently. You almost passed out when he took your hand, whole body buzzing with tension as his engulfed yours. “Dean.” He grinned, looking down at you slightly due to the height difference.

Both Dean and your father watched as you crouched down to the little girl, “And it is so nice to see you again Cassie.”. Smiling at the little girl, this time her tiny little hand darted out to shake yours, you were quick to return the gesture before standing back up to your regular height. “I’m sure you two will get along just fine.” Your father looked between you and the little girl and then to Dean who was staring at you. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, okay?” Dean pointed between you and his daughter to which she just found hilarious as she bursted out in giggles. “No promises dad.” You teased, and a spark went past Dean’s eyes as he went to speak but choked on his words. “Right. You girls be good, okay? Have fun” You and Cassie walked the pair to, and out the door. Waving at them as your father’s truck pulled out from the driveway.

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You were told to have fun, and fun you had.

First order of business, like any, was to put on a gorgeous princess belle dress. Of course. Every princess needs a good breakfast so that you got to making. The smell of banana filled the air as you flipped the pancake, one of which was supposed to look like a crown, though ended up more like a squiggle. Cassie loved it nonetheless. After pancakes you decided to make cupcakes for your fathers’ return. A mess of sprinkles and frosting later, you have 12 well 10 cupcakes. You and Cassie had to make sure they tasted good. The two of you played for hours, swinging and running around the yard. Playing just about every game that could be played. The sun beginning to set, you had come up with one final activity. “Oh come on you’ve never built a pillow fort?” You asked the girl, and she shook her head, “Never-ever.” She replied. “Well it is your lucky day because we are about to change that sister.” You smiled down at the girl and the two of you started to round up all the pillows and blankets in the house. 

One magnificent pillow-fort later, and both of you were tuckered out. Cassie had finally given up the ghost and was passed out in the fort as the credits of Princess and The Frog rolled in the background. The sound of car doors shutting, followed by the low hum of your father’s truck pulling out of the driveway filled your ears. You perked up as the door swung open and Dean stood there looking into the living-room. 

You sat up against the leather of the couch as Dean walked into the living-room, “Oh you two had a blast didn’t you?” he muttered smiling down at the fort before meeting your gaze. “Best babysitter ever.” You motioned to yourself playfully. “I bet sweetheart.” He grinned while deconstructing the fort to retrieve his daughter. You started to refold the blankets and he held her close, still sleeping, and took her upstairs to her room. Folding the last blanket you grabbed your phone charger off the couch and put it in your bag, before starting to clean up the kitchen. You had just started to wash the dishes when Dean came back down the steps, this time empty handed.

“You don’t have to do that.” He muttered as you rinsed the batter bowl from earlier. “I don’t mind.” You smiled warmly. It felt almost domestic, intimate. He reached for the plate of cupcakes, picking one up and peeling back the wrapper. You watched as his hands worked at the paper before he brought the dessert to his mouth and took a bite. You swallowed hard and he noticed. “Everything alright there sweetheart?” He asked, grinning while he chewed and finally swallowed the bite of cake. “Mhm, any good?” You questioned and he nodded. “Been awhile since I’ve had somethin’ sweet.” He muttered.

It almost felt loaded.

Like he meant something other than that cupcake in his hand.

“Glad I could help.” You smiled and teased back, hoping you weren’t mis-reading signals. He smirked as you dried your hands with the dish towel. Leaning over to wipe down the sticky frosting-covered counter, Dean pressed against you. You froze as he spoke, “Now what did you mean by that sugar?”. Your face went red as you laid there against the counter, pinned between him and the cold surface. “T-The cupcakes, something sweet.” You replied in a choked stutter. Smooth. He laughed from behind you. You could feel the vibrations from his stomach against your ass as he spoke, “You and I both know damn well I wasn’t talking about a cupcake sweetheart.” His words went straight to your core, dripping with each word. You stood up, still pinned but now with your back to his chest. “You knew that, didn't you baby?” He whispered into your ear. Lips ghosting over your neck, leaving goosebumps in their path. You nodded as you melted into his touch. “I’m gonna need you to give me more than that angel.” He said as he turned you to face him. Grabbing your hips, he sat you on the counter. Barely meeting his height, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Dean-” You whimpered in frustration, wanting nothing more than his hands on your body. “Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already falling apart.” He whispered, his lips almost touching yours. Not wanting to wait any longer, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. A tangle of limbs, resulting in your sweatpants around your ankles left you craving more. “Please I need-” His voice cut yours off, “Need what baby? Tell me and it’s yours.” He tested your restraint, leaning down to kiss your thighs. The top of his head pressed against your stomach, and your hand tangled in his hair. Dean groaned against the feeling of your nails on his scalp. “Fuck.” He growled. “Need you Dean, everywhere.” You whined, and he finally gave in. 

Pulling your sweatpants past your ankles, he tossed them to pool on the floor. His hand cupped your head as he leaned you back fully against the counter. Gripping firmly onto your thighs he spread you open, head immediately going to your core. Pressing open mouth kisses against the cotton of your underwear, he watched intently as you squirmed against the laminate. His skilled hands pulled the thin fabric to the side, like a cupcake wrapper. Your nails scratched against his scalp as your fingers tangled in his short hair. Groaning against you as his tongue delved inside you. His eyes, once a soft shade of emerald green, were darker and boring up at you. Dean watched your every move as his tongue worked skillfully on your clit.

It was like a bomb went off when you finally came, taking your hearing and eyesight with it for a moment. Your chest heaved as you laid sprawled out on the counter, Dean licked his lips as you sat up, resting against your elbows. “Sweeter than that damn cupcake.” He grinned as his thumb rubbed against your thigh. “I need more Dean–please.” He looked at you with hungry eyes, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to sugar.” He traced your hips, and you grabbed for his belt, “Need, Dean.” You said it plainly, not being able to simplify it anymore. With that he didn’t waste any more time and he unbuckled his belt in the midst of a messy make-out. He quickly rid himself of anything that could keep you from him. Pressing the tip of his cock against your slit, he leaned his forehead against yours and watched as your eyes widened at the intrusion. The way your face scrunched he could tell that it hurt and he was quick to comfort you.

“I know baby I’m so sorry.” He cooed as he pressed inch by inch in until you were flush against him. Soon, pain turned to pleasure and you allowed him to move. Each rock of his hips buried deeper inside you, you weren’t gonna last long like this. Whines and groans mixed together as you both approached your orgasm. What you didn’t expect was Dean to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and plant his hands firmly on your ass. Gripping the flesh, he pounded into you ruthlessly. Rutting the deepest he’s ever been. 

He tried to hold off as long as he could, wanting to soak in as much of this moment as he could. You cried out into his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh as you came. “Oh fuck-” He groaned, not expecting the bite. That’s what dealt him in, the sharp pain of your teeth into him was too much to hold off on. One last thrust he came inside of you, painting your walls with a thick creamy off-white. Setting you back down on the counter, he pulled his softening cock out of you. Whining at the loss, he kissed your lips as he dripped out of you and down the side of the counter. Wiping you clean with wet-paper towels, he muttered with that boyish smile,  “You free next week?”.

Maybe babysitting wasn’t too bad.

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The farmer's market | B.A

DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 2,405

Warnings: SMUTT, age gap (reader is legal to drink, beau is early 40s), angst (if you squint), use of petnames (darlin', sweethearts, baby, ect.), oral (F rec.), unprotected p in v, Beau Arlen being a sweetheart, use of y/n, creampie, lmk if i missed any!

A/N: Hi! So I didn't originally plan for this to have two parts, but I'm really happy with how it turned out!! I hope you like it :)

Part one | Part two | Final

The days after were quiet. Leaving you to truly soak up exactly what had happened. The only reasonable thing you could do was call your best friend. She was about 2 thousand miles away, but she was also the only one you could tell something like this to. “Y/n honey it has been too long! How have you been?” her voice filled your ears, “Okay Delilah I’m about to tell you something and you have to promise not to freak out.” you said quietly into the phone, she cleared her throat. “Oh God you didn’t like, kill anybody did you?” she asked, dead serious. “What the hell? No Del I didn’t kill anybody good lord.” you sighed out, “Okay well it can be fixed then.” she said calmly.

 Wasting no more time you just had to spit it out, “Delilah I slept with Beau.” she gasped from over the phone, “You slept with Beau Arlen? Like your dad’s Beau Arlen?” she was shocked to say the least. You tried to defend yourself, “We didn’t exactly sleep together…there was this thing on the porch and I-” she interrupted, “YOU FUCKED BEAU ARLEN ON YOUR DADDY’S PORCH?” she yelled over the phone. “Delilah!” you replied, “Sorry, uhm just start from the beginning. Tell me everything.” you nodded and sat the phone on speaker, pouring yourself a glass of wine. “It started with him coming to fix the shower.” you continued to tell delilah all of what happened. The cookies, the dinner, the porch swing. She was shell shocked.

She couldn’t blame you though, she knew of Beau and his charm. The two of you were inseparable during middle school. So much so that when you moved, she convinced her parents to pack up and leave for Tennessee. And to both of your surprise it worked. Only now you were back in Montana, and she was over a day away finishing her senior year of college.

You had promised one of the ladies from the church that you’d help set up her booth at the farmer’s market. So that's just what your Saturday morning was gonna be. You woke up around 7:30 am, and decided to shower before getting ready. Turning the dial and letting the water hit the pink tile of the shower, you stepped in. The water is scorching on your skin. After showering you did your whole routine before picking out an outfit.

Since it consisted almost entirely of church elderly you wanted to be modest. You picked out a cute pair of short overalls, pairing a pale yellow top to bring a little color. You put your hair in two low buns, and slid on your converse. Taking a once-over in your mirror you were pleased with how it turned out. Grabbing your phone off the charger and putting it in your front pocket. You pattered down the steps and grabbed your keys from the dish by the door.

Locking up you heard a familiar voice. “Hey sweetheart where ya goin’?” Beau asked. He stood by his door like he was leaving too. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his arms like sin. "I'm going to the farmer's market downtown." you continued, “I promised Ida I’d help set her up.” you smiled at the man, walking to your car. “Well I was just headin' down there. You’re welcome to ride with me.” he offered. Who were you to tell him no? “Alright.” you accepted, walking to his truck. With you almost to his door, Beau rounded the hood of his truck to open the door for you. “Here darlin’ l’me get that for ya.” you smiled at the gesture and hopped up in the truck.

He joined you in the driver seat, turning the ignition and pulling out of the gravel driveway. “Sure look pretty today.” he muttered, your face blushed at his words. “Thank you Beau.” you glanced over to him, watching the way his fingers curled around the wheel. The same way they had curled into you. ‘So much for being modest today.’ you thought. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asked, taking notice of you staring at him. “N-No nothings wrong.” you brushed it off, like you weren’t thinking of that night.

Soon enough you arrived downtown. Tents and tables set up, blocking the road. Wares of all sorts littered the table tops. Everything from tomatoes to cute little boutique dresses. Beau parked and you two got out of the truck, should have known it wouldn’t take long for someone to come up to him. “Sheriff! Whos this pretty girl ridin’ ‘round with ya?” an older gentleman asked, jokingly. Beau laughed it off, “This is my buddy’s daughter Y/n.” Ouch. That hurt.

I mean you were ‘his buddy’s daughter’, but you thought it was different now. After everything that happened on that porch a few nights ago, under the cover of cicadas and the summer heat. Shared breaths and pleas. It was different now, wasn't it? You wanted it to be. “I’ll uhm–I’ll catch up with you later Beau.” he went to stop you, “Wait Y/n.” You said your goodbyes to the elderly man standing beside Beau, “Really I better go, I’m sure Ida’s waitin’ on me.” you were quick to peel away, needing to get a breath after that little reminder. 

Ida’s booth was bare, quilts of many colors packed in totes waiting to be set out. “Hello miss Ida how are we this mornin’?” you asked the woman, pulling quilts from boxes. “Well hi sweetheart, I’m doin’ good.” she smiled at you, the wrinkles around her eyes gathering with the action. “I’m so glad, you ready to put me to work?” you joked, “Oh you know it!” she laughed as the two of you started to set up the booth.

Your phone lit up a few times with messages. The first few being from Delilah, and then Beau. “I’m sorry.” was all it said. You knew what he meant. You decided that would be a future battle and continued to help run Ida’s booth. “Now Miss Ida I think I’m gonna have to take this one home with me.” you turned to the lady as you held up a blue and white rag quilt. “Oh I just loved makin’ that one!” she gushed, “How much do I owe ya?” you questioned. “Not a dime!” she insisted, “Now Miss Ida, I can’t do that!” you tried, “You will take that and I don’t wanna hear another word about it! You’ve helped me all mornin’” she smiled and gestured to you to take the blanket. “Thank you.” you nodded your head.

The farmer’s market was a huge hit amongst the town. Ida sold all her quilts and you bought a few fruits to bake with. Heading out with a darling quilt and a basket full of berries you set off to find Beau to head home. You spotted him with a woman a bit older than you, around Beau’s age, selling flowers. Her hand placed on Beau’s arm, set a blaze in you. She motioned towards a bundle of lilies and gestured for him to smell them. They laughed about something, and you had decided that was enough.

Walking up to the pair to end this little encounter. “Beau.” he smiled towards you, “You ready to go y/n?”, he asked and you nodded. Wanting nothing more than to get him away from the beautiful woman that was clung onto his arm. “Oh before you leave let me get you my number.” the lady smiled at him, “That won’t be needed.” you spoke up. “No it’s okay it won’t take but a moment, me and your father had a wonderful conversation.” she smiled towards you and Beau could have sworn he saw smoke come from your ears. “Beau, honey I’d like to go home.” you said, loud enough for her to hear, emphasizing the pet name. Her face dropped, “Oh I’m so sorry I thought-”, you shook your head, interlocking your hand with his as you started to walk away.

Getting back in the truck Beau broke the silence, “Sweetheart what was that little stunt you pulled back there?” he asked, gobsmacked at the interaction that had just taken place. Your face was beat red, you were outraged. “She was throwin’ herself all over you!” you ran your hands over your face trying to level. Beau laughed as he pulled out of the parking spot, “You’re laughin’.” you turn towards him. He smiled while looking over at you, “You’re jealous.” oh how dare he. “Jealous?” you scoffed, “Yeah right.” you tried to brush it off, but Beau saw right through you. “Oh so you wouldn’t mind me goin’ back to get her number?” he tested you, pretending to turn around. You grabbed his wrist, “Don’t you dare.” you muttered, “Yeah that’s what I thought, sugar.” he laughed and continued home, clearly amused with himself.

He pulled into his driveway, and you stepped out of the truck. Grabbing your new quilt and basket of fruit from the backseat, you started to your door. Beau chased after you, meeting you as you fumbled with your keys at the door. “Talk to me darlin’” he pleaded, you still stood there trying to find the right key on your keychain, “Go away Beau.” you muttered, finally getting the right key and opening your front door. “Oh c’mon Y/n you don’t mean that.” he pushed open the door you had slammed behind you.

 Lying the quilt on your kitchen counter as you heard the front door close behind him. You started to put the fruit in the fridge and he bumped the door, sending the berries flying. “Arlen!” you yelled, and he stood there. “Let me make it up to you baby.” he rounded the corner of the counter and his hands met your hips. “Baby look at me.” he pleaded, looking into those green eyes, you couldn't say no. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you. Pressing your lips against his. He pulled away to mutter, “There's my girl.” you smiled at his words, pulling him by his arm to the stairs.

Once you had gotten up the steps and to your room, it was a mess of limbs. Whimpering against his kisses, he walked you until the back of your knees met the frame of your bed. Falling against it, you scooted up the bed a bit, Beau followed suit, caging you between him and the bed, “S’pretty like this.” he whispered in your ear as he kissed down your neck. Your hands went straight to his belt. Beau quickly corrected you, pulling your hands from his belt to his chest. “Ah ah sugar this ain’t about me yet.” you whimpered in frustration and he grinned against you, unbuckling your overalls and pulling them down to your waist.

Rising to his knees, crouching on the bed, Beau pulled the denim past your knees, off your legs and pooling in the floor. “God you’re beautiful.”, he spoke and your hands went up to cover your face. “Beau..” he just smiled, and pulled your hands off your face, and to your sides. “Wanna see those pretty eyes.” he tugged on the pale yellow shirt on your torso. You raised your arms to help him pull it off. Leaving you in a white lace bra and matching panties. 

Beau looked like a man starved, reaching behind your back to unbuckle the clasp of your bra with the work of his skilled fingers. Kissing your lips, then down your neck. Settling between your chest he kissed down your sternum. Stopping at the elastic of your underwear, he dipped two fingers under the waistband, “Can I take these off darlin’?” he asked, and you nodded. “Words baby c’mon.” he reminded you, “Yes Beau please..” you begged, “There we go pretty girl.” he pulled the cotton off your legs and threw them onto the floor with the rest of your clothes.

Taking his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in your room. Your hands traced his chest. “You know you’re my girl don’tcha?” he questioned, and you nodded. “Say it.” he commanded, pulling your legs over his shoulder as his hot breath fanned over your core. “Yes Beau I’m y–oh fuck..” you cried out as his tongue delved into your folds. Desperately sucking and licking like it was his favorite meal, one it's been too long since he's had. “Oh God Beau please!” you squealed out, as he smiled against you. Never once breaking eye contact.

That’s what did it, his intense green eyes boring against yours as he was buried between your legs. You came with a cry and Beau wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, satisfied with the effect he had on you. “Are you ready for the real thing this time?” he asked, looking down at you catching your breath. “Yes Beau, I need you.” was all you could get out before you started tugging on his belt. Successful this time, you tossed the leather on the floor, landing with a clink from the buckle.

He was quick to unbutton his jeans. Shoving his boxers down with the denim his cock sprung free from the confines of his pants. Your eyes went wide at the sight, he was bigger than you had expected him to be, honestly. Beau smiled down at you and caged you in again. Kissing your lips he whispered in your ear, “I’m right here with you babygirl..I’ve got you..” you nodded as he started to push into you, nearly splitting you open. “Oh Beau.” you whined out, arching with every thrust. “It’s okay sweetheart..” he soothed you, picking up the speed and hitting that spongy-spot deep inside you, “s’close..” you whimpered from under him. “T’s okay baby, you can give me one more.” he pistoned in you and with your nails dug into his back you came.

His thrusts sputtered and he followed behind you. Planting himself to the hilt before spilling into you, “F-Fuck..” he said breathlessly as you both came down from your high. You laughed, “Now you owe me new strawberries, and a plan b.” he smiled at your words, “I’ll buy you the whole damn farm if you asked.” you nodded, “And I’ll make a stop by CVS.” he smiled down at you kissing your forehead.