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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Ah, Kaz! I ADORE what you did with this 😍

Dean being all protective because he’s got it bad is one of my favourite things and you did it wonderfully 💖

What She Wants Tonight

Summary: Dean wants to be what she wants tonight. This fic was inspired by the song What She Wants Tonight by Luke Bryan.

Characters: Dean Winchester and you

Warnings: drinking, a touch of angst, and some sappy Dean moments.

A/N: this song would never have popped up on my radar if it hadn't been for @pink-sparkly-witch so one thank you for giving me the idea and two I hope you like what came from this. I tried to present the fic along the lines of the lyrics without just using the lyrics the entire time.

Word Count: 1,451

01/05/25

We’d had a rough but successful hunt however Y/N wanted to let lose, her words not mine.

“You can go with me or you can stay at the motel and go to bed,” she offered as she slid into the bathroom to get ready.

We’d even stopped at a thrift shop to pick up “clothes for the club.” I knew the case was especially hard for her – it was personal. The same nest of vamps that took her husband had been killing or turning people and even though it had been years it had to have gotten to her.

I thought she was crazy for wanting to go out after such big hunt, plus I just wanted to go lay down. That was until I saw her in that ridiculous shiny dress she’d bought.

“How do I look?” she asked as she did a little twirl, the dress twinkling even in the shitty motel room lighting.

“I’m going with you,” I blurted and began gathering things to change into. “Just give me a few to shower, ok?” I asked with a stern look.

There was no way I was letting her go anywhere alone looking the way she did.

Twenty minutes later we were at what passed as this town’s “nightclub.” The place skeeved me out but I followed her to the door and the bouncer looked her over and smiled as she entered – the dick stopped me and popped me for the cover charges.

‘Dick’

The first thing I notice is that no less than six other guys have their eyes on her and I have the urge to take off my jacket, wrap her in it and take her back to the safety of the bunker.

Stepping up to the bar top she orders two shots of her favorite whiskey – the grin she offers me as she passes one to me and we down the burning liquid makes my heart race.

“So,” I clear my throat, “You gonna find someone to dance with?”

She shrugs as she glances about, “Not sure. From where I stand, I only see one acceptable possibility – but,” she pauses and I notice her shoulders drop just a smidge, nobody else would have noticed but I know her, “Not sure if he’ll agree,” she turns back and snaps to get the bar tender’s attention for a second round of whiskey.

I’m not sure if I should give her some space so she can ask her guy for a dance, but I know I want to stick close enough to protect her if need be.

She grins at me as a group of ladies step up to the empty space beside her – they are tipsy already and I notice one has a sash that says bride to be – ‘ahh the obligatory bachelorette party.’

“You look so pretty in that dress!” squeals the bride and the group laughs.

“This old thing?” she asks with a laugh, trying to match their level.

“Tim!” the only brunette shouts, “Get our new friend a shot!”

Tim obliges and passes her another shot of whiskey while they all get vodka – she shoots me a look of yuck before they absorb her into their group and they end up in the middle of the dance floor.

I’m amazed at how she just meets people and fits in – ‘damn I got it bad.’

Soon enough she’s next to me, “I’m gonna hit the head,” she tells me, knowing I’d worry if she just vanished.

I watch as she twinkles all the way across the bar and disappears down the hallway to the ladies’ room.

She waltzes back out to the gaggle of other women and they begin to dance again, but she keeps her eye on me and it’s really starting to get to me by the second song.

I watch my huntress move like she’s made of fire until she returns to the bar top and smiles at me.

“What’re ya thinking?”

I can tell she’s a bit buzzed but not drunk, “Just makin’ sure you feel safe,” I half lie.

I can tell she wants to say more but she’s holding back.

“Sweetheart, just say what you want to,” I tell her and she locks her eyes on me.

“I wanna drink Kentucky dry,” she pauses and batts her eyes at me, “With you.”

I can’t believe she just told me that, “What about dancing?” I nod to her new “friends.”

“Nah,” she shrugs, “That’s not doin’ it for me – unless you wanna dance?” she asks with a flick of her wrist the bar tender is heading our way.

“I don’t dance sweetheart,” I remind her.

She laughs a full-bodied laugh, “Ok-ok,” she concedes, replies, “Thanks,” for the two fresh drinks that have appeared.

The bar tender winks and moves on and she shoots me another look I can’t read.

We knock the shots back but it’s as if a switch has flipped and I honestly don’t know where to go from this moment on.

“Ya know when I told you that there was only one guy worth dancin’ with?”

I nod unsure of where she’s going with this train of thought.

“It was you Dean,” she admits and knocks back another shot she’d waved for.

I can’t speak – her words surprise me. I swear I’ve misheard her, but before I can question her, she continues.

“I want you – I want your hands all over my body,” she admits.

I might lose my shit over being told that – I’ve wanted her for years now.

“Dean?”

I focus back on her.

“Take me back to the motel – I want,” she takes a breath. “I want to feel the fire between us.”

I can’t believe what she just told me – it’s gotta be the booze – ‘I’ll take her back to the motel and put her to bed,’ I tell myself as I wave the bar tender over to pay our tab.

“Dean,” she grips my forearm as I’m placing my wallet back in my pocket. “I’m serious. I. Want. You.”

“Yeah, ok,” I lead her to the car, thinking about how badly I want to take her home and do exactly what she’s implying.

I want to be there when she’s lonely – I want to fix that for her. I want to feel that fire between us – but she’s drunk and I won’t take advantage.

We get to the car and she leans against the back door, “Dean I want you. Always have,” she pauses, “I’ll tell you the whole story – give me tonight,” she offers. “Let me feel the fire between us, let me feel you pressed up against me and I’ll tell you all my secrets.”

As she speaks, I study her – those beautiful eyes that have always entranced me, her body that will just fit perfectly with mine. I can’t help it – I need to be selfish and have her for the night. It seems she agrees, and I’m putty in the palm of her hand. I'm hers in the blink of an eye.

I know she don't take no and I love how she gets what she wants.

And I get to be what she wants tonight.

I take her to the motel and we spend the night together – if this is all  get it’s what I’ll take.

By morning I find myself wrapped around her – like my whole body is scared to lose her not just my heart. I thought I could be happy with just a night but now I’m beginning to wonder. I’m watching her in the low light.

Her face is soft and peaceful – I want to see that look of contentment on her face every single day for the rest of my life.

Her skin is soft and warm as she snuggles in to my side and I realize I want this – I’d live in this moment forever if I could.

I watch her until she wakes and when she sees me, she wakes instantly, “Hi Dean,” she smiles and my heart leaps.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

“You stayed,” she murmurs against my chest as she presses closer to me.

“Well, yeah,” I reply. “Where else would I go?” I ask, hoping that this is the big hint she needs to start understanding the meaning.

After a bit of silence she asks, “If I asked would you stay forever?”

My heart leaps in my chest and I cup her face and kiss her deeply, “Would you?”

She doesn’t hesitate before answering, “Yes, yes I would.”

If I weren’t lying in bed I’d have fallen over.

I draw her back in for another kiss, “Let’s go home then?”

Her smile widens, “Yeah, let’s go home – together.”

SPN Fam:

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone  | @lyarr24

 @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior  | @nancymcl

 @deans-baby-momma

@squirrelnotsam |  @leigh70  |  @impalaslytherin

@mishkatelwarriorgoddess |  @deans-spinster-witch

@perpetualabsurdity  |  @bumbleb10 |  @mrswhozeewhatsis | @123passwort | @roseblue373 

 @jackles010378 | @hobby27

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

This year I turned 40 and I can confidently say it has been the worst year of my life. I’ve suffered with depression a lot this year and the medication had numbed me to a lot of my feelings meaning I’ve really struggled to enjoy two of my favourite things: reading and writing.

I became a carer to both of my parents as my dad’s dementia quickly progressed and my mum was diagnosed with cancer. This has seen me neglect myself and my wellbeing a lot in the latter part of this year as I also work full time and have had very little time or energy for self-care.

I know for so many of you, it has been an awful year, but I just want to remind you that you never know what battle someone is trying to survive. No one’s ’problems’ are worse than anyone else’s. We’re all fighting battles no one can truly understand until we’re in each other’s shoes.

My dad is now in full time care but my mum’s battle with cancer rages on as another method of treatment isn’t working and the disease continues to progress. Her deteriorating health has seen her in hospital over Christmas and she’ll be there into the New Year too, but I can be thankful they’re still talking about treatment.

At least for now, anyway.

As we go into 2025, I know my own battles are nowhere near over (as many of yours won’t be either) but I hope whatever next year brings your way, you are able to face it with strength and determination.

Happy New Year, everyone. And remember to be kind and compassionate. It costs nothing and can mean a big difference to someone who is struggling.

Love to all,

Tina

XOXO

[pink-sparkly-witch]

I feel every single word of this.

It does help a tiny bit knowing this is a widespread problem for so many creators, but it still hurts.

It still makes me wonder if the 10 comments for a piece of work that took me months to write is truly worth it.

I hope creators keep posting about the interaction problem that is literally ending writers careers (for want of a better word) and is killing fandoms.

Most of us do this for free while having a whole ‘offline’ life: full time jobs, full time students, mothers, fathers, carers.

We are writing for ourselves. It’s our escape. It’s how we de-stress and take ourselves away from our problems. Just like reading or enjoying someone’s art is your escape.

So please leave a comment. Please leave some feedback. Please drop us a DM and tell us we cheered you up or made your day, because I guarantee doing so is what you’d be doing for us 💖

As I often do, I've seen a few posts going around lately lamenting the lack of interaction with fanfiction/fanart here on Tumblr as well as AO3, but after reading a particular comment last night I just need to say this:

If someone tells you that the lack of response to sharing their writing is making them feel so upset that they're thinking of quitting writing altogether, don't tell them that's not a good mindset to have and they should just have fun with it and write for themselves. (have you just tried not being sad? you'll feel so much better!)

Even if you're a writer who felt that way once upon a time but then you changed your mindset so that you don't rely on others' feedback for validation and now you're so much happier, that's not helpful. Because that's obviously not what the person who is feeling sad and defeated is able to do right now, and for most writers/creators that's never going to be possible.

And it shouldn't have to be.

Especially here. Especially fanfiction.

Fanfiction is something that's created because someone loves something and wants to share it with others who love the same thing. And this is specifically a fandom space, somewhere that is supposed to be a community where discussion and dialogue can and is encouraged to happen between the people who write and the people who read. So when there's radio silence when you share something in this kind of space, do you really not see how that would be discouraging?

Because of course I write for myself - I would never get anything down on the page if I didn't - but I share because ultimately I want someone else out there to read what I wrote, and with any luck, to get some joy out of it. But if no one tells me they did, how am I supposed to know? As far as I know I've just been yelling into the void. As far as I know, all that work wasn't worth it.

A metaphor I've seen as an example is that it would be like having someone invite you over and cooking an entire delicious, heartfelt meal, you eat it all without saying anything, and then just leave. Do you not see how that would be upsetting?

We put so much of ourselves into what we write, bits of our hearts and souls and the things that we love and are exploring and are interested in or confused about. It's such a vulnerable thing to share something you've created, so when you tell someone that they shouldn't care if someone else reads what they wrote or tells them that they liked it, you're dismissing a very real and valid experience for so many creators out there.

Because regardless of how slow or fast a writer is, or how big or small their fandom is, it's still hard and takes time and energy and dedication and love - all of it in between our day to day lives from the mundanities to the heartbreaks - to even get something to the point where we're comfortable sharing.

Now, I know that not everyone thinks that writers are silly or selfish or entitled when they ask for feedback. Before I started writing again after many, many years, the main reason I didn't really comment on fics very often wasn't because I didn't think that the authors deserved feedback, it was more that I didn't really think that it would matter. That my comments would just be noted - if read at all - and brushed aside and then they would continue on about their day.

I could not have possible been more wrong. You might think you're just one person and it's just one comment but it's amazing how it can turn a day (or week, or month) around. How it can encourage someone to finish a story, or make a connection they'd been struggling with, or even just manage to add 500 words to a WIP. It is truly incredible to hear that someone loved something I wrote, and if you've ever commented on or reblogged one of my fics, please know that it truly means the world to me.

I've gone through a rough time with all of this lately myself, but I'm doing a bit better now (for the moment), so I just wanted to say this, in part to remind myself when it inevitably gets hard again:

If you're reading this, whether you're a friend or you've never seen me on your dash and never will again: I'm sorry it hurts right now. I'm sorry you feel discouraged and lonely, that it doesn't feel like it's worth it anymore, that you're struggling to find a reason to continue.

But I desperately hope that you keep writing. I hope you keep sharing. You're worth it. I know it's hard, and if you don't want to and you're just tired of the cycle of giving so much of yourself and getting so little in return, I understand that, too. It's ok to be in your feelings about it, it's ok to feel drained by it, and even though knowing you're not alone in your experience doesn't change anything and it still sucks, it's normal and valid and there's nothing wrong with you feeling the way that you do.

But I hope that you are able to find the joy in it again, because you deserve it. ❤️

[pink-sparkly-witch]

100% what @zepskies has suggested. Take the pressure off the ending by editing or polishing up what you have so far. Write down your thoughts and feelings, and any quotes or songs that come to mind. If the story took a different turn than you expected or planned for, think about why and what made you change directions.

Sometimes taking a step back and appreciating what you’ve achieved so far, rather than focusing on what’s still to come, can give you the push you need to get to the ending.

If you’re still a little stuck, ask someone you trust or admire to read over it and see if they can help you brainstorm or find a direction to go in 💖

I've hit a complete wall where I can't finish one of my WIPs, it really needs just an ending but for the love of god I can't do it and I physically can't focus on any of my other works...😑

Does anyone have any tips to get out of that slump? I've tried already nicely (using coffee as a treat) but it didn't work..😆

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Thank you @deans-queen 💖

There are so many others that have probably already been mentioned a few times already, but a writer can’t hear this too many times. So, to all the writers I love and who inspire me: @negans-lucille-tblr @thinkinghardhardlythinking @jensengirl83 @zepskies @wayward-dreamer you guys are all kinds of awesome 😘💖

That feeling tho when you find that fic writer that just absolutely fucking

understands the characters to their core

writes so well they–just so–they just—their writing is—-THEY WRITE GOOD

shatters your bad mood with a new update

writes a fic that you can read over again and still clutch at your heart like HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE–I LOVE THIS FIC

writes a scene that has you all giddy in public and that one random stranger asks you like “ooo you are smiling :) :) is that a boy :) you are talking to :)” and you’re like “no I’m reading a Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU, please leave”

understands and portrays the characters better than the people who make MOVIES with those characters

amazing. just amazing. fic writers are awesome

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Signal boosting for this gorgeous human! She is amazing and honestly, her comms never disappoint! 💖

I’ve decided to open up one comm spot. If anyone is interested let me know your ideas and I’ll pick my fave 🥰

More info about my comms here:

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Yay! I’m so glad you liked it ☺️

Thanks for reading lovely 💖

Taken for Granted, Part Two

Summary: Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, misunderstandings, language, making up, fluff, smut, p in v

Bingo Square: Make Up Sex for @j3bingo

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I sincerely hope this doesn’t disappoint… a few comments I’ve had seem to want this to be a bigger thing than it is, but it was always only going to be a fight and needy make up sex.

Though I make no promises, what I will say is that this was my first time writing for Beau and I kinda fell in love with this little family, so maybe I’ll go back to these guys and investigate their past a little more, who knows?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the submission for the Make Up Sex square for @j3bingo. And another thank you to @writethelifeyouwant for beta’ing for me (even though I added another little part once you sent it back to me because apparently I can’t help myself 🤷🏼‍♀️)

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The next few days were nothing short of torture for Beau. Y/N’s code of silence had spread to include Maisie and he didn’t know why. He thought everything was fine between them, and it was his wife he was in the doghouse with, but he seemed to have unknowingly upset his daughter again, too.

Regardless, he did everything in his power to be home in time for dinner and hadn’t even entertained the thought of going for drinks after work this past week. When Jenny asked him to go for a beer last night, he’d said no, that he spent enough time with the people in this office and was going home to spend time with his wife and daughter. When she had insisted, he reminded her that as her happily married boss and the sheriff of this town, they needed to maintain a professional relationship at all times. Jenny had tried to play it down, but his years as a detective meant that he saw right through it. He told her that he was her boss and her friend, but that was all he’d ever be.

Beau initially thought that maybe Y/N was jealous of Jenny for some reason and that was why she’d had such an extreme reaction to that night in the bar, but seeing for himself that Jenny did have feelings for him, made him see the whole situation in a different light.

He’d told Jenny when he left that night not to expect him for the next few days and that she was in charge–he was going to take a well overdue long-weekend–and to only call him if it were truly life or death, and that he’d see her on Tuesday.

Maisie was going on a school field trip for the weekend, and he would be the one to drop her off, using the journey as an excuse to talk to her and find out what was going on. He was also planning to use his weekend off to make it up to Y/N.

His home and his family were always happy and bubbly and filled with joy, and he hated that his sanctuary, his happy place, had a huge dark cloud looming over it. He was going to fix it. He needed to.

“Did you pack a first aid kit?” Y/N asked with Maisie stuck in her suffocating embrace.

“Yes, mom.” This had been going on for five minutes now, and Maisie couldn’t hide her impatience if she tried.

“Pepper spray? You know you might come across bears or badgers or possums in the mountains,” Y/N questioned.

“Yes, Mom! Can I go now? I’m going to be late!”

“Okay,” Y/N pressed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and finally let her go. “Have fun, and be careful.”

“Yes, Mom.” Maisie playfully rolled her eyes.

“I love you, honey.” Y/N’s voice caught as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Love you too,” Maisie smiled as she grabbed her backpack and walked out the door.

“You know she’ll be back in three days, right?” Beau smiled softly at her, his heart aching at seeing her so hung up about being away from their daughter for the weekend.

“I know. It just makes me think about her leaving for college, even if it is still two years away.”

“Me too,” Beau nodded solemnly. “Are you coming straight home after work?”

“I’ll be home around six,” Y/N nodded. The conversation was still a little stilted between them, but at least she was talking to him.

“Alright, I’ll cook. Maybe we can share a bottle of wine? Have a quiet night in, and make the most of the empty house. What d’ya say, darlin’?”

“You’re going to cook?” Y/N smirked, and he grinned at her look of complete disbelief. “The last time you attempted that, you nearly burned the house down!” she laughed and he was quick to join her.

“When I say cook, what I mean is buy some meat and fire up the grill,” Beau said, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear with a smile.

“That would be nice,” she smiled back. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I love you,” Beau said, hoping this time she’d say it back and not murmur an ‘uh huh’ like she’d done for the past week.

“I love you, too.” Y/N walked closer to him, lifted onto her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. 

“So, are you excited for this?” Beau asked Maisie once they were driving down the street.

“Uh huh,” Maisie replied, her fingers flying across her phone as she typed something to someone.

“The house is gonna be quiet without you. Too quiet,” he chuckled, trying again.

“Uh huh,” she replied again, putting her phone away and turning her head to look out the window. She was so much like her mother that Beau often wondered where his genes had landed in her.

“You know, at least when your mom gives me the silent treatment, I know why. You wanna tell me what’s going on here?” Beau glanced over to her, and he could see her chewing on her bottom lip—another trait she got from her mother—and he knew she was just about ready to crack open. “Come on, talk to me, baby girl. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I’m tryna fix.”

“Are you cheating on Mom with Hoyt?” Maisie finally asked, saying Jenny’s name with a disdain Beau had never heard from her before.

“No. Absolutely not.” It was an automatic response, one that needed no pause or dancing around; it was irrefutable.

“Then why did you lie to Mom about where you were the night of my hockey game?” she countered and Beau could see her eyes beginning to water.

“I didn’t lie, I–”

“You told Mom you caught a case, but the next day, I saw the photos of you and her that night in a bar!”

“Listen to me, Maze, please? That night after work, I went for drinks with Jenny because she really needed a friend and I was there for her. Nothing happened then, has ever happened, or will ever happen between us because I love your mom.”

“Then why did you lie about it?”

“I didn’t. Your mom knows where I was. She tore me a new one when I got home, and she knows I’d never, ever do that to her. She still got pretty pissed at me for that night though, and how those photos look and what they’d look like to you. And, on some serious reflection, I completely understand why she was so upset.

“When I missed your game and your phone calls which–just so you know–I’m still beating myself up over, Mom made up the story about catching a case so that you wouldn’t be more upset than you already were.”

“So… Mom lied?”

“To protect you,” Beau responded. “And, I think, to hit home just how much I was hurting you and her with the late nights at the office and the too frequent bar visits.”

“There really isn’t anything going on? Because those photos are…”

“Bad. I know,” Beau nodded. “Emotions were running high that night for Jenny and I didn’t see it at the time, but I’ve since realised that she has some… feelings for me. I promise I’ve shut it down. I’ve explained that I am her friend, but I’m also her boss. Her happily married boss, and that we need to maintain professional boundaries.”

“Does Mom know that?” Maisie asked as the car came to a stop outside the high school.

“Well, I think you know that she’s not speaking to me right now, but I’ve taken a few days off and tonight I’m gonna fire up the grill and talk to her.”

“Good, because I don’t want you and Mom to get divorced,” Maisie whispered and Beau pulled her into a hug.

“We’re not getting a divorce, baby girl. Your mom and I have been through a hell of a lot worse than this and it hasn’t broken us. I promise this won’t either, okay?”

Beau’s heart broke for his little girl and it strengthened his resolve to fix his mess and never make the same mistake again.

Although Y/N was warming up to him again, he still made sure to do everything he could to gain some extra brownie points. He mowed the lawn, fixed the leaking tap, and oiled the garage doors so they wouldn’t sound like a screaming banshee every time they opened. Everything that had been on Y/N’s to-do list for weeks had been done.

Beau prepped the grill and set the dining table using the so-called “fancy” plates and wine glasses that Y/N only used for special occasions. A dozen red roses stood proudly in a vase between two candlesticks, and he’d lit a couple of her favourite scented candles, dotting their glass holders around the table. 

To top everything off, after he’d dropped Maisie at school, he drove across town to go to the bakery she loved and got her favourite dessert. He’d then gone back across town to buy dinner and made sure he picked up her favourite wine from the liquor store. Tonight he was going all out.

With everything done, Beau showered and trimmed his beard, painstakingly making sure it was the length Y/N liked it. He dressed smart and used the aftershave she’d bought him for Christmas.

He knew his wife, and though he knew everything he’d done around the house would go a long way to getting back into her good graces, the biggest thing he could do was make an effort. To buy her favourite wine or dessert, to wear his hair and beard the way she liked it, to wear the scent she loved on him. Those are the things that would mean the most to her because he’d done it for her.

When Y/N got home, Beau was in the backyard checking on the grill. She strolled through the house, smiling at the perfectly set dining table and beautiful flowers. She paused to smell them and felt a flutter in her stomach as she saw the candles and a bottle of her favourite red, open and breathing next to two crystal glasses. Walking into the kitchen, she headed over to the open French doors, leaned against their frame and watched her husband stoking the coals in the grill.

“Don’t you look handsome! I feel very underdressed,” she said, smirking as he jumped slightly at her voice and turned towards her.

“You look beautiful as you are, darlin’, but there’s time to freshen up if you want to.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N bit her lip in an effort to stop her growing grin.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Beau smirked as he put the lid on the grill down and slowly edged towards her.

“The lawn, the garage, the wine, the flowers… you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?” Beau grinned, knowing that it was. For twenty years he’d been playing her like a symphony. By this point, he was a maestro. 

“Maybe…” Y/N chuckled as Beau slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into his solid body.

“How can I change that ‘maybe’ to a ‘yes’?” Beau murmured, running his hands up and down her back.

“Hmm,” she hummed as a shiver ran through her body at the feeling of his hands touching her. “Well, you’re getting close.”

“Is that so?” Beau smiled and pecked her lips… jaw… neck.

His beard tickled her skin and made her shiver, and her knees weakened with every stroke of his large, warm hands up and down her spine. Gently, Beau pushed her away from the door and back into the house, only stopping when the kitchen island prevented them from going any further.

Beau pulled his lips from her throat and settled his gaze on hers. Softly gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head up and brought his lips to meet hers. The kiss started with soft, slow pecks before he became impatient and began licking at her lips, begging for permission to deepen their connection.

Y/N’s hands slid around his shoulders and pulled him closer as their tongues met in a passionate kiss. Beau had missed this. Missed her. Y/N was an affectionate person, and it wasn’t something she usually withdrew when she was mad because it was a punishment for her too. But he’d really fucked up this time and so she’d not only withdrawn her affections, she’d withdrawn herself from him completely.

He knew it wasn’t all him; she had some deep-rooted insecurities that came from her childhood. Always feeling like she wasn’t good enough or didn’t belong had plagued her growing up. Then when she chose not to go into the family business, she felt she was a disappointment. The black sheep. Different–and not in a good way.

Y/N had always told Beau that it was him who made those insecurities go away, and the few times they had snuck back in, comforting words of love and praise would usually get her out of it. This time though, when he’d likely been instrumental in her insecurities coming back, he wasn’t sure it’d be that easy.

“I’m sorry,” Beau spoke, breaking their kiss. “I know what I did was wrong and I know how much I hurt you.”

“And Maisie,” Y/N added. “What happened there, by the way?”

Beau sighed loudly, the conversation this morning with his daughter replaying in his mind. “She saw the photos and thought I was having an affair with Jenny.”

“Beau-”

“I know, Y/N. I talked to her and straightened everything out, okay? Maisie is fine now. And while we’re kinda on the subject, I’ve set things straight with Jenny, too. You were right, there are feelings on her side, but I do not reciprocate them, and I told her that. I love you, baby. Always have, always will.”

“I know,” Y/N smiled softly, and Beau saw some of her worries melt away from her furrowed brow. “Thank you for what you’ve done to fix things with Maze. And for the Jenny thing.”

“No need for thanks, darlin’. I’m only doing what’s right by my family.”

“I know, but I appreciate it all the same.” Y/N’s hands slid up his neck and into his hair, gently tugging on its length. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Never doubted it, baby,” Beau winked and cupped her cheeks with his large palms. “And you know you’re my only girl, right? That it’ll only ever be you.”

“Never doubted it, baby.” Y/N grinned

After dinner, Beau and Y/N settled onto the sofa to watch a movie but found themselves too distracted to watch it. Beau’s hand squeezed at her thigh and steadily crept higher and higher up her leg. Y/N’s hand curled around his neck, and her nails gently scraped over his skin and into his hair.

The gentle touches turned into soft kisses which heated up quickly until the pair were making out on the sofa like a couple of teenagers.

“Not to push my luck here or anything, I know I’m still on shaky ground, but do you wanna move this upstairs?” Beau said as he reluctantly pulled away from her lips.

“I’d like that. A lot. I missed you,” Y/N replied.

Beau untangled his limbs from hers and stood from the sofa. He held his hand out and helped her stand and together, made their way to their bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself how I got to be the one that married you.” Beau rasped as he crawled up the bed. He was going to ease any concerns she still had by worshipping her.

“I love this body,” he continued as his hands trailed under her shirt. “So sexy, and always so responsive to my touch.” Beau slid his hands under her shirt, over her lace bra, and cupped her breasts with his large palms, smirking when he heard her gasp.

“I love these breasts and that little sigh that you make every time I touch them.” He slid his hands down, gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind him.

“I love the little whimper you give me when I do this…” he pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her pebbled nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he hummed as he sucked greedily on it.

Y/N whimpered and tossed her head back. “Beau, please,” she begged, her hands gripping his hair and pulling.

“You like that, don’t ya, darlin’?” Beau pulled his lips from her sweet bud and switched to using his fingers to tease and tweak. “Like it when I play with these,” he murmured as he massaged her chest.

“Baby, please,” Y/N begged again. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight.”

Beau pulled away from her and kneeled on the bed. He quickly removed his shirt and threw it on the floor where it met hers. Standing from the bed, Beau took off his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them to his ankles and kicked them off.

Turning his gaze back to Y/N, he chuckled seeing that she was completely naked and looking at him expectantly.

“What?” she asked innocently, spreading her legs.

“You’re killing me, darlin’.”

“Then get rid of the underwear and get over here,” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, ma’am!” Beau grinned as he shoved the offending item off and pounced on the bed, making Y/N laugh. 

Covering her body with his, Beau kissed up her body starting at her tummy and working up to her neck. Y/N’s little gasps and moans were driving him wild.

“I love being the only one who sees you like this. That all of this is for me,” Beau placed kisses over her throat, knowing exactly what he was doing. Knowing exactly how to play her. “And that I’m all yours. Always have been and always will be. I love you more than you could ever know. It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Softly, gently, Beau pushed himself into her, gasping when he couldn’t go any further. The moan he let out made Y/N melt, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck, Beau!” she gasped when he pulled himself from her and pushed back in.

“That’s my good girl, taking me so well. You’re perfect, baby. Made just for me,” Beau murmured between kisses to her lips, and slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good. Bet I feel just as good inside of you, huh?”

“Fuck, Beau, you’re so big, stretching me, making me feel so full,” Y/N screamed. “Feels so good, baby.”

“I’m sorry I’ve taken you for granted since we got here, darlin’. You were right the other day when you said I was taking on cases I shouldn’t,” Beau spoke but continued to thrust at a slow, deep pace, driving Y/N wild and wanton for his praise and carnal affections.

“At first, the change of pace was good and I was enjoying it. Then Poppernak got shot and I stepped in to be Hoyt’s partner. But, when Pop came back, I got bored being stuck behind a desk and wanted back in on the action. So, I’d fall behind on paperwork, work late, go drinking to let off some steam and discuss cases with the team.”

Beau paused the push and pull of his hips, switching to stay fully seated and grind against her. His gaze held hers, soft and full of love and admiration for his wife.

“Nothing happened with me and Jenny and I didn’t want anything to happen. It’s only ever been you. There has never, ever, been a time when I’ve even considered stepping out of our marriage. You’re mine and I’m yours and nothing will ever change that.”

Beau was driving Y/N delirious with his grinding hips, hitting the most sacred places inside her. The sex was always good, but their lovemaking had always been incredible. The way he made her feel meant that he could’ve told her anything and she’d believe him, but she knew him; she knew he meant every single word that he said. None of this was the heat of the moment, all of it was completely and utterly true.

“No, I’m sorry, Beau. I shouldn’t have thrown that at you. I know how hard it was to take this job, to choose a quieter and safer life than what we had in Houston.” Y/N gasped as she clung to his shoulders, her entire body was on fire and only he could put it out.

“Baby, I need more of you. Will you let me go deeper?” Beau moaned through his thrusts.

“Yes,” Y/N mumbled, whimpering as he slipped from her and she turned onto her front, shifting onto her hands and knees.

With no effort at all, Beau slid straight home again. The new position forced her to open wider to him and engulf his throbbing member entirely. Her contracting walls sucked him in and squeezed, holding him within her for an extra few seconds.

Pulling out, Beau’s eyes locked on where their bodies joined. Seeing the way Y/N stretched to accommodate him made him growl and his eyes roll as he pushed back in.

“Fuck, darlin’, can’t believe you’d ever think I wanted anything other than this perfect little pussy. So soft and wet, feels like heaven,” Beau mumbled as he lay over her and pressed kisses to her shoulder blades and down her spine.

“Beau, baby, I’m-” Y/N moaned, completely wrecked and he loved it. There was no sweeter sound from his wife than her falling apart on his cock.

“I know, darlin’, I know. And I gotcha, baby. I’ve always gotcha. Let go for me, that’s my good girl.” Beau grunted, his hips speeding up and snapping into her harder.

Y/N whined every time he pushed into her, his throbbing cock hitting that sweet spot inside before coming to rest at its hilt, grinding into her cervix with his sensitive tip.

Having as much as she could take, Y/N came with a scream. The tension he’d built so perfectly in her snapped and her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

Beau wasn’t far behind and with one last push as far as he could go, he stilled within her, profanities spilling from his mouth as his orgasm coated her velvet walls.

“I love you, Y/N,” Beau whispered between kisses on her shoulders and neck. “Always have, always will.”

THE END

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Oops, I did it again! Another year, another round of this amazingly fun bingo! Let’s do this! 💖

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Spring in Fall - Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!Female Reader Scent Bond

Take Care of You - Jensen Ackles x Female Reader Established Relationship

The One That Got Away Timestamp: Adopting Miracle - Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader "Guess I'm just a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys."

When the Lines Blur, Part Three - Jensen Ackles x Female Reader Family Drama

When the Lines Blur, Part Four - Jensen Ackles x Female Reader Someone Gets Serenaded

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Big announcement regarding the future of my writing...

As far as tumblr is concerned, I'm still not going to be posting fics on here for the foreseeable. Any fanfic I post going forward will be memebrs exclusive.

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Ben/Alec McDowell (Dark Angel)

Jason Teague (Smallville)

Jake Gray (Devour)

Priestly (Ten Inch Hero)

Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

Dean Winchester (SPN/The Winchesters)

Jack Durfy (Buddy Games)

Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys)

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

Russell Shaw (Tracker)

Mark Meachum (Countdown)*

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The list of characters that can be used for this bingo. Jensen RPF is also welcome.

Jason Teague (Smallville)

Jake Gray (Devour)

Priestly (Ten Inch Hero)

Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

Dean Winchester (SPN/The Winchesters)

Jack Durfy (Buddy Games)

Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys)

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

Russell Shaw (Tracker)

Mark Meachum (Countdown)*

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When the Lines Blur Masterlist

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Jeffrey Dean Morgan have been a successful porn couple for a few years. When Jeff decides it’s time for him to retire, he helps Y/N find his replacement who might become more than just a porn partner.

Series Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader | Reader x Others (mentioned) | Jensen Ackles x Reader | Jensen Ackles x Original Female Character

Rating: 18+ Only

Warnings: tw: porn, tw: filming porn, tw: stepfather/stepdaughter porn, tw: teacher/student porn, language, p in v, daddy kink, creampie, mentions of drugs, oral sex (f and m rec), angst, family drama, sick mother, strict father, shame, disownment, flirting, angst, jealousy, bitchiness, mentions of drug use, feelings, heart-to-heart, fools in love, kissing.

Total Word Count: 10k

A/N: Please consider leaving feedback, a comment, a keyboard smash… they really do fuel a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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Ahahaha! I see what you did there!

Thanks for asking me about this one! I hope it is delicious when it’s finished 😘💖

Please tell me more about chef Jensen.

Ooh… good choice! This one is going to be at least two parts. But if you know me, you know I’m a wordy bitch so this has the potential to totally get away from me 🥴

Jensen is living his dream as a chef. It’s all he’s ever wanted. When he’s introduced to Gen’s best friend, Y/N, whom Jared has long told him is “perfect” for him, he finds something he never even realised he’d been missing, and six months later, he’s shopping for an engagement ring.

But then Jensen gets the chance to go to one of the top culinary schools in the world, meaning he’d have to move to Paris for at least two years, leaving Y/N behind as she pursues her own dream career prospects…

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Hello hello 😊

Okay, for the WIP Tag Game what about:

"2) Whatever it Takes" ?

Sounds kinda dark but could also be just determanating. 🤭🤦🏼‍♀️

Hey hey beautiful!

Not dark, ANGSTY 🫣

After his divorce from Y/N, Beau decides to follow her and their daughter to Helena, Montana, to be a better father. When Beau and Y/N get trapped together by a snowstorm, a nostalgic trip down memory lane makes her ask the question she’s never had an answer to: what happened?

“I don’t understand, Beau. What happened to ‘whatever it takes’?”

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I can’t give you what it’s gonna take. And you deserve better than that. You both do.”

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Please tell me more about chef Jensen.

Ooh… good choice! This one is going to be at least two parts. But if you know me, you know I’m a wordy bitch so this has the potential to totally get away from me 🥴

Jensen is living his dream as a chef. It’s all he’s ever wanted. When he’s introduced to Gen’s best friend, Y/N, whom Jared has long told him is “perfect” for him, he finds something he never even realised he’d been missing, and six months later, he’s shopping for an engagement ring.

But then Jensen gets the chance to go to one of the top culinary schools in the world, meaning he’d have to move to Paris for at least two years, leaving Y/N behind as she pursues her own dream career prospects…