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that pretty much sums up what beau arlen does to me🙂‍↕️ i need that vitamin d

me when soldier boy breathes

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damn i've spoiled you guys today sm, answering asks for now instead of uploading my drafts !!

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how would each of the jackles characters celebrate valentines day with reader?

here are my interpretations on how each of the jackles characters + jackles himself would celebrate valentines day with reader! thank you sososososoooo much for this ask!! literally got this two days ago and have been working on it since!

dean winchester omggg, he’d totally act like he doesn’t care about valentine’s day, all gruff like “it’s just a Hallmark holiday, sweetheart”—but the second you so much as pout? he’s melting. he’d surprise you with something small but so him, like a mixtape of songs that make him think of you, all classic rock and slow, deep-cut love songs. and then he’d take you for a drive, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, murmuring some soft “you know I love you, right?” when he thinks you’re not paying attention. ughhh :(

soldier boy no bc he’d act like valentine’s day is beneath him, all cocky smirks and “you don’t need a special day when you’ve got me, baby”—but then he’d overdo it. expensive dinner, red roses, some insane gift like diamond earrings because he can. and he’d still try to play it cool but you’d catch him staring at you across the table, jaw tight, because the candlelight is making you look like a dream, and he’s just gone. later, when he pulls you into his lap, all “yeah, you’re mine, alright”—it’s over.

beau arlen he’d be so soft about it, like all “darlin’, you didn’t think I’d forget, did ya?” and of course, he didn’t. he’d plan the sweetest date—somewhere private, away from town, just you, him, and a bottle of wine under the stars. he’d bring you flowers, probably ones he picked himself, tie them with a little ribbon just because he knows you love it. and the way he’d look at you? like you hung the damn moon. later, when he’s got you all wrapped up in his arms, murmuring sweet nothings against your hair, you just know you’re done for.

jensen ackles no bc he’d be so effortless about it—like he’d just know exactly what you want without you even saying it. he’d book some cozy little getaway, all warm candlelight and silk sheets, but make it seem like it was totally casual. “just figured we could use some time away, baby.” pls. and then he’d spend the whole night spoiling you, watching you with that soft, lazy grin like he can’t believe you’re real. and the way he’d pull you into him, fingers trailing slow down your back? yeah, you’re not leaving that bed anytime soon.

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i'm gonna treat your asks like a confessional. i want beau arlen to finger me.

literally who doesn't have you seen the man?? the things he does to me oh lord

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how i think valentines day would go with beau arlen !

a moodboard i put together just for fun :)

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beau arlen x farmers daughter!reader valentines day fic?

stop i'm writing this NOWWWW

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just wanted to take the time on here to thank all of you for 50 followers!! i'm so grateful for every single one of you angels, this is why i do this, you guys keep me so motivated into writing stuff for you all to love and enjoy, sending kisses to each and every one of you all 🥹 ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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thinking of making one or all of these mini series ideas i've been working on, vote so i can know what to put my focus on!!

DEAN WINCHESTER – "SINNERS & SAINTS" he’s all rough edges and calloused hands, a hunter who’s seen too much, done worse. you’re the last thing he needs—too soft, too untouched, too tempting. but god help him, he can’t stay away. it starts with stolen nights, whispered confessions between motel sheets. he kisses you like a man starved, like he’s desperate to carve his name into your skin. “this ain’t good for you, sweetheart,” he tells you, but his hands never leave your hips. he’s your ruin, and you’re already too far gone.

SOLDIER BOY – "CARNAL" he’s dangerous, a relic of another time, but you like the way he looks at you—like you’re a pretty little thing he can break. the world worships you, but he doesn’t give a damn about your name in lights. he calls you sweetheart with a smirk, tells you you’re too delicate to handle a man like him, but you sink into his touch like you were made for it. “told you you’d be beggin’ for it,” he rasps, all cocky and sure. he’s reckless, you’re addicted, and neither of you plan on stopping.

BEAU ARLEN – "SECRET AFFAIR" you were supposed to keep a low profile, lay low until the tabloids found someone else to obsess over. but then there’s him—sheriff beau arlen, all southern charm and sharp eyes that follow you wherever you go. he tells you to behave, to stay out of trouble, but you like pushing his limits. it’s late-night drives and whispered warnings, his hands gripping your waist like he’s holding himself back. “this ain’t smart,” he mutters, but he’s already undoing the buttons of your dress.

JENSEN ACKLES – "OFF THE RECORD" you’re half his age and twice the problem, a model with a scandal on her heels and a penchant for trouble. he shouldn’t even look at you, but you make it impossible. “bad idea, sweetheart,” he mutters against your lips, but he’s already pulling you into his hotel room. it’s late-night flights and hidden getaways, his name whispered against your skin. the world speculates, the internet picks apart every glance, every touch. but behind closed doors, he doesn’t care. you’re his, and that’s all that matters.

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my recs + reblogging blog!!

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@doeinlace reporting! hello this is briar and i'm happy to say that this will be my recs + reblogging blog !

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lace & dress up

pairing jackles x controversially younger gf!reader warnings: none, sassy jackles lmao a/n: this piece of work was inspired by @dulcescorderitas

you’re sitting on the floor of your closet, one he had built for you after you complained there wasn’t enough space for your coats. the carpet is soft under your bare legs, the lace of your dress a little scratchy where it bunches at your elbows. jensen’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you sift through your shoes like this is some kind of sacred ritual.

“you’re not even listening to me.” his voice is amused, the same way it always is when he catches you in your own head.

“i am,” you hum, reaching for the dior mules, black with pink soles, the little bows at the front. you slip one on and stretch out your leg, admiring it under the dim glow of the chandelier he insisted was too much when you picked it out. “what were you saying?”

he exhales, stepping further into the room, kneeling down in front of you. his hands are warm when they skim up your thighs, settling just below the hem of your dress. “i said,” he murmurs, “that you don’t need another pair of shoes.”

“i do.” you slip on the other one, settling back on your palms. “they’re different.”

he huffs a laugh, shaking his head, but his hands stay where they are. neither of you are in a rush to move.

"you gonna let me take you to dinner, or are you just gonna sit here all night playing dress-up?"

you grin, tilting your head. "both."

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i came.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ

summary — the work week was harder than expected, but it was nothing a little clubbing and some casual fun couldn't fix. but nothing about soldier boy is casual and you look delicious enough to eat.

cw — 18+, smut, p in v (wrap it), mentions of drinking and smoking, clubbing, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, teasing, nicknames (good girl, princess, sweetheart, slut), biting, cold/sweet ben. (lmk if i forgot any!)

word count — 2,241 words

the lights flashed, the drinks flowed, hips were swung and cigarettes were smoked without a care in the world. the work week at vought had been brutal; you had thought that working marketing for vought was your biggest dream, but turned out to be a nightmare in disguise.

all you needed was a way to get your frustrations out and somebody already had their sight on you; watching you like a predator stalks its prey. waiting to strike. to devour. consume.

the beat overtook your body as you danced with your girlfriends at the bar, wildly rocking your hips and laughing loudly as you held onto each other for support. your balance like a newborn fawn after the countless tequila shots and free drinks from sleazy vought business men.

1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4. one shot for each time ashley had either berated or shouted at you in the past week in front of the whole team, reducing you to nothing but a mess.

"do you really think homelander would write some fucking shit like this?" "you need to cover a-trains fucking live right now, he goes off the rails without a shitting script!" "how far is your head up your own asshole that you can't see the mistakes?"

all you wanted to do was quit, but your best friend had really stuck her neck out and gotten you the position and quitting would only fuck it up for both of you. you swallowed your pride like you swallowed the bitter alcohol and plastered on a fake smile. you couldn't work out if you were trying to convince your friends or yourself of your happiness anymore.

your eyes couldn't help but scan the crowd, it felt like something was calling out to you. craving your attention. all you could see was the heaving, starved movements of the dancers. bodies grinding against each other in desperation, sweet nothings and dirty promises whispered in ears. skin pulled, kisses shared, drinks drunk and spilt. until you noticed him.

a smirk on his face, a cigarette dangling from his plush lips framed by soft stubble, and an intimidating gaze. his stance frozen and domineering as the crowd ebbed and flowed around him like a lonesome island in a vast ocean. frozen, like the unstable fawn caught in the headlights, you are captured by his harsh gaze as he follows your every move. he notices how your breath hitches, how your heartbeat quickens, how your brain tries to make sense of where you'd seen him before.

you tug on your friends arm, tearing her attention away from some old businessman who is too eager for his own good. you hold her hands tight as your eyes frantically dart over to him, not daring to look away for too long. she catches the hint and her eyes drift to the dominating figure in the crowd and a small smirk spreads across her face.

"you want to be careful of that one." she laughs, her shoulders shaking as she glances you over.

"have you seen him before? he looks so familiar..." you shout over the bass and drum as you hesitantly follow her lead to the dance floor, your heels click-clacking in sync.

"we fucked once, i think. can't really recall. you don't recognise him?" she shouts in your ear as you reach the epicenter of the crowd and let the music flow through you. you give him one last look and shake your head. "it's......" she tries to shout, but the thrum of the bass muffles her voice. you struggle to concentrate, to listen to her warnings but your mind has fogged over. all control has been relinquished to the beat that flows over you like rain during a thunderstorm.

your body hums and tingles as you sway and swing your hips to the techno music that blasts, but all the while you feel his glare burn a hole into the nape of your neck. before you even know it you feel hands grab your hips, almost carefully, before you feel his stubble scratching against your neck. his hands travel wildly as you lean your head back to rest it on his wide shoulders and melt into the sensation of him. he grabs and spins you around. you're confronted with his infamous sage green eyes that you could drown in surrounded by a mask of intimidation and power.

soldier boy. with a big bald wolf-ish grin plastered on his face, ready to swallow you whole.

a blur. tongues and teeth clashing. hips grinding. promises whispered. dragged to a back door exit and thrown into a waiting car. all leading up to now in a dingy motel, still fully clothed and on your knees in front of him. your heart beating through your chest as you gaze up at him through your heavy lashes as he admires you, so willing to be good for him. he groans as he fully takes you in; your baited breath and your wanting eyes. "shit, sweetheart. those eyes could melt any man's heart." soldier boy sighs as he reaches forward and runs his calloused finger over your lower lip, tugging on it and eliciting a whine from you. "too bad, i lost mine years ago." he comments nonchalantly as he drags his hand away from you and rests it on his belt. "now, are you going to be a good girl? or are we going to have some fuckin' problems?" his voice is rough and cold as he watches you shake your head. "i asked you a question, i expect an answer." he sighs, louder. "i'll be good, so good." you whisper, unaware of what you've unleashed upon yourself. with a smirk, he nods as if to say "go ahead" and you waste no time reaching up, undoing his belt and tugging down his moss green supe-trousers. you marvelled at the sight of him. the veins that curled around it, the pinkish hue of the tip, the girth that could break you. instinctively, you wrap your hand around it and slowly tug on it, earning a long exhale from him as he throws his head, urging you to grip harder and go faster. you lick a stripe from the base to the tip of his hard cock and twirl your tongue around his reddened tip, the taste of salt lingering in your mouth.

before you know it, soldier boy has threaded his fingers through your soft hair and tugs on it as your lips glide up and down his length, fully taking him and relishing in his soft moans. his hips start to rock, burying himself in your throat as your nails dig into his strong thighs. the pain barely registering to him as he loses himself in the way your skilled lips and tongue work against him.

"you look so fucking good like this, sweetheart. my dick.." he grunts and pulls out, letting you breathe for a second. "down your slutty throat." he gently strokes your cheek as you catch your breath, the tears and spit glistening before guiding himself back into the comforting warmth of your mouth around him. he watches, almost adoringly, as you stroke and suck on his thick cock, your eyes never leaving his as you give into your urges.

"does it make you feel good? sucking on soldier's boy cock like this? so fuckin' desperate for me, aren't you?" he mutters with a devilish smile. "i don't even know your name and yet, you're so ready for me, baby. fuck..." his eyes roll into the back of his head as you once again deep-throat him. "fuck this." he grunts before pulling himself out of your mouth with a wet 'pop!'. he roughly grabs you by the hair on the nape of your neck, tugs you up and push you down onto his cluttered bed. he positions you how he wants and you follow willingly like his little doll as lays you on your back, with your knees bent and your pink panties on full display.

he lets out a loud groan as he notices the wet patch that had only gotten bigger and bigger since he first laid his strong hands on you in the club. you whimper as his rough fingers trace the outline of your panties, grazing against your soft thighs. the difference between his tentative touches and harsh words that make your heart soar before making it almost beat out of your chest.

"all this for me, baby? so wet just for me?" he mocks with a fake pout as his fingers finally drag over your clothed clit, pressing down on it and watching you squirm.

"soldier bo-" you start but he cuts you off with a light slap to your thigh.

"ben." he interjects, a silent warning.

"ben." you mutter. "please, please.. just touch me, fuck me. anything.." your breath quickens as you finally give in and plead; god, it was like music to his ears. he pulls off the last of his supe-suit, leaving him completely exposed as you lay still in your heels and dress, not daring to move without his permission. he nudges your legs further apart with his chin before delicately kissing the inside of your legs, his scruff scratching you as he torturously slowly makes his way to where you both want him to be. he inhales your sweet scent; the fear, uncertainty and desire rolling off of you.

finally. he hooks his fingers and yanks your panties down, exposing your slick and needy folds to him. you can hear him lowly hum as he admires the mess he's made of you. he can't hold himself back anymore. his hunger is overwhelming and you're being served on a plate to him. he tenderly kisses your clit before completely drowning himself in you and letting his tongue explore you.

his tongue prods and glides expertly into every divot and crevice as your fingers thread through his soft, chestnut brown hair and cry out from the pleasure.

"fuck, ben! oh my go-" you softly moan before his fingers slide into you with ease, your walls inviting and immediately moulding to his thick fingers. like a man starved, he swallows all you have to offer him. each moan and plea that rolls off your tongue only fuels his desire for more. more.

he struggles to pull himself back from your warm, wet cunt and your addicting taste but he can't wait anymore and neither can you. your breath hitches and your legs shake with anticipation as you realise his next move. his slick-covered mouth curls into a smirk as he towers over you, forcefully pushing your dress up and roughly lifting your hips to meet his leaking, wanting tip. a unified, grumbled moan escape you both as he effortlessly pushes himself past your slippery folds and nestles himself deeply against your mound. his cock expertly kisses your cervix before he lazily pulls back and slams into you with a force unlike any other.

pornographic moans and the squelch of your wetness fills the seedy motel room. he can't tear his eyes away from you for a second, afraid he'll miss a twitch of your lips, a deep heaving of your chest or your eyes rolling into the back of your head. both his hands curl around your throat, enjoying the feeling of your quickened heartbeat under the pad of his thumb.

"you look good enough to eat, princess." he pants. "you're so fucking tight, god.. look at it." he looks adoringly down. "just keeps suckin' me in so deep." he swears under his breath as he hitches your legs around his waist, your heels clicking together with each harsh thrust. he leans down and grazes his teeth over your chest, spilling out of your little black dress. he sighs and bites down on your breast, hard, earning a yelp from you as you try to push him away. he licks and sucks on the marked skin, right above your fluttering heart. he sucked and nibbled at the sensitive area, as if he could delve right in and eat your heart right out. you whimper his name as your orgasm builds and threatens to explode.

"ben, please- fuck, please. let me cum. i-" your words come out a jumbled mess as his pace quickens, enjoying how you fall apart so easily beneath him.

"fucking cum for me. cum on my fucking cock. let them know how good soldier boy fucks your pussy, slut." he whispers into your neck as he, somehow, manages to shove himself even deeper and your walls clamp down around him. your body jerks and a series of mewls escape you before he follows swiftly behind and fills you up. he harshly grabs your face and kisses you deeply as his thrusts turn lazy and eventually stop.

he pulls back an inch or two to brush away the hair from your face and places a soft, unexpected kiss on your forehead. but like before, his demeanour quickly shifts, and he pushes himself off of the bed, gathers your underwear and carelessly throws it to you. but you catch the way his eyes linger on you, noticing something innocent behind his hardened eyes. you knew this wouldn't be the last time you'd see him.

that boy is a monster; a beast. and you're the beauty, willing to let yourself fall prey to him and his wicked ways.

authors note — AAAHHH MY FIRST FIC EVER. what the fuck??!! please be sweet, this was a terrifying process to go through and i hope no one is disappointed 😞 — based on the banger by lady gaga that i've been listening to on repeat for 2 months straight.

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major fic ideas related to this scene 🙏

Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 8.03

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introducing bambi!reader ⩉ : ⩉  𖥻🦌

the softest thing. wide-eyed, wonder-filled. pastel sweaters. cherry gloss. baby pink blush. knee-high socks. dainty gold hoops. sweet giggles. fluttering lashes. tiny bows. lace-trimmed skirts. sugar-dusted fingertips. vanilla milkshakes. vintage teddy bears. whispered questions. clumsy steps. warm mittens. plush blankets. soft-spoken apologies. warm honey perfume. red heart lollipops. wobbly curtsies. fuzzy earmuffs. daisy chains. sleepy yawns. sun-kissed freckles. fresh strawberries. candy necklaces. love notes in loopy handwriting. dewdrop mornings. twirling in soft dresses.

bambi!reader is all big, doe eyes and quiet little gasps, always looking like she’s one step away from tripping over her own feet. she asks too many questions, needs things explained twice, sometimes three times, blinking up at the world like it’s too big for her to understand. she’s sweet, painfully so, all soft hands and warm hugs, clinging to the people she loves like they might disappear if she lets go.

bambi!reader dresses in soft, frilly things—ruffled skirts, knit sweaters that slip off her shoulders, lace-trimmed socks that peek out from her dainty shoes. ribbons in her hair, blush dusted over her cheeks, and lips that always taste like candy. her perfume is something light and sweet, vanilla and peach, something that lingers when she leaves a room. everything about her is warm, soft, a little nostalgic—like something out of an old love story.

bambi!reader has dean wrapped around her little finger, not that she knows it. she tugs on his jacket when she wants attention, stares up at him with those big, trusting eyes, and he sighs like he’s annoyed, but his hands are always steady on her waist, guiding her, keeping her safe. she trips over nothing, and he’s there to catch her, grumbling about how she’s gonna give him a heart attack, but then she giggles, all sweet and clueless, and suddenly he doesn’t mind at all.

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little teaser to what's in my drafts rn

a new reader (go check out lamb!reader) jackles x controversially younger!reader blurb (ib: @dulcescorderitas) mini series intro

hopefully gonna be done with them today!! if not then tomorrow :)

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introducing lamb!reader ⩉ : ⩉  𖥻🐑

the gentlest soul. soft-spoken, sweet-hearted. white lace. vanilla perfume. plush blankets. sugared tea. dainty bows. blushing cheeks. honey-sweet words. floral nightgowns. whispered affections. soft candlelight. porcelain trinkets. lullabies. vintage love letters. pearl earrings. pastel ribbons. warm embraces. trembling hands. fluttering lashes. silk and lace. satin ballet flats. warm milk with honey. tiny kisses. fresh linen. delicate gold rings. pressed flowers. lace-trimmed dresses. quiet love. safety in his arms.

lamb!reader is all softness, a quiet little thing with wide eyes and a voice barely above a whisper. she startles easy, flinches at harsh words, and hides behind trembling hands. but she loves deeply, in delicate ways—pressed flowers in books, shy glances, warm tea made just right. she is sweetness wrapped in lace, a gentle soul meant to be cherished.

lamb!reader dresses like a dream, all ruffles, silk, and dainty ribbons. pearl earrings glint against her skin, ballet flats tap softly on the ground, and everything she wears smells like vanilla and honey. her dresses flutter when she moves, always soft, always delicate, as if she belongs in a world where love letters are still handwritten.

lamb!reader is the only softness soldier boy knows, the only thing he won’t crush beneath his hands. she flinches at his temper, but he always eases for her, voice lowering, touch careful. she kisses his knuckles, soothes the monster inside him, and somehow, he lets her. in a world built on violence, she is the only thing that feels like peace.

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this close to writing for paul mescal oml

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hiii angels! briar speaking! officially taking requests for jackles + characters! (pls send some in i'm genuinely so bored and have sososososo much free time rn)