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[xoxomilesteller]

one time won’t hurt

professor!beau arlen x reader | MDNI

cw: protection p in v, teacher x student relationship, oral (f receiving), SUPER slight sub/dom dynamic, objectification of beau in glasses (lmao?), over stimulation, praising, squirting

not proofread and def has grammar mistakes!

wc: 2.9k

since you first saw him, you knew that this semester was going to be a good one.

this was your first year of college in a new town. you are from a small town back in georgia, but you got offered a full ride to a university down in texas for cheer.

obviously you took it.

you had signed up for a female sexual wellness class. at first, you weren’t going to, once you found out that the professor is male, but everyone else left good reviews about him on ratemyprofessor.

the second you saw mr. arlen, you were on a mission.

the way his shirts clung onto his arms, the thin material giving you a sneak peak of his back muscles, the beard with grey hairs at the chin, and lastly, his glasses.

he speaks with so much knowledge and experience. everything he says is educational, but how knowledgeable he is, makes it so damn sexual to you. it is always going to be sexual, given the course, but the way he lectures, he’s so normal about it. he is literally just teaching you. that is it.

you think what got you off more is the fact that he doesn’t know how hot he is. you’re not saying he’s innocent, but he genuinely thinks he’s too old and that a girl your age wouldn’t want him.

not that he was looking for that validation, he had never slept with a student, never will. he would never abuse his power and position of authority like that. but as soon as he saw you walk into his room on the first day, his dick has been out of control.

he found himself going to the university sports games, the ones you cheered at, to watch you in that short skirt.

he knows better. he knows that he knows better than to be looking at his own student that way, but it is hard to look into into your big doe eyes that just begged him to fuck you.

you’ve noticed it too. you noticed how whenever you decide to wear a skirt he has trouble ripping his eyes away from you, whenever you guys speak one on one, his face turns a faint pink blush.

so you’ve purposely failed a test, to get more one on one time with him during his office hours.

you’re seated in front of his desk, acting more stressed than you actually are, sighing and “anxiously” chewing on your lip as he grades papers on his desk.

he glances up at you, debating if he should help you or not. his eyes involuntarily pan down to your legs, noticing how your thighs are squeezed together so tightly under your tiny denim skirt.

he flexes his thigh to fight the hard on he’s getting and he straightens his tie. he decides to stay seated because it is a test, after all.

you start nibbling on your pen, staring at the last short response question: “what happens during a female orgasm?”

you know the answer, but you’d rather be shown the answer instead. so you respond with: “a lot.”

you clear your throat and stand up to hand him your paper, “all done,” you smile, “can i leave?”

he looks up at you over his glasses, “wait a bit, i'll let you correct silly mistakes”

”okay,” you shrug and sit on the edge of his desk

”i said wait, not to sit on my desk,” he chuckles, tilting his head down so you don’t see the faint blush appearing on his cheeks

”is it bothering you?” you look around at the empty classroom

it is bothering him. it’s making his mind race to endless scenarios of you on top of his desk as he settles his head in between your thighs, making you feel things he believes you’ve never felt before with just his tongue.

he stays quiet and makes a failed attempt at focusing on the task on hand.

he can’t focus. not when he can see you wiggling your hips on his desk, like you’re searching for something to grind on. he isn’t stupid, by the way you were clenching your thighs together earlier and now that you’re moving your hips, he knows you’re turned on by something, it’s his career. he knows when women are turned on, he knows if women are faking their orgasm, which they never do around him.

”mr. arlen, why’d you become a female sex wellness professor?” you turn back to look at him over your shoulder, seeing the knuckles of his right hand turn white when he grips his pen harder.

he keeps his eyes on your paper, pretending to look it over, ”does it matter?”

you keep your eyes on the crinkle on the frames of his glasses.

they’d definitely fog up during sex.

they’re definitely staying on.

”well i’m not doubting your knowledge, but you’re a man teaching about females’ sex health.”

he flips over your paper, his eyes landing on the last question, “and you think you’d do a better job than..” he glances up at you, meeting your eyes, “me?” he lifts up your paper and taps his thick index finger on the question, “you didn’t even give me a clear answer.”

”you didn’t ask for one, so i answered.”

he rubs his eyes under his glasses with the opposite hand, chuckling.

you need a reaction out of him. you turn around on his desk, so you don’t have to turn your head to look at him.

”did you feel like you weren’t getting the job done, needed further education on how to make a woman orgasm?”

you thought he’d snap, but he stays calm, just softly chuckling.

”’m not discussin’ that with you,” he hands you back your test paper, “redo that question, i know you’re smarter than that.”

”but i answered it correctly,” you sound slightly disappointed

“not in the way that i wanted,” he shakes his wrist so you can take the paper from his hand.

”well maybe if you taught better i’d actually know”

again, you do know. he’s amazing to learn from because he’s so hot.

but you wanted a reaction out of him. and you got it.

he stands up, you unconsciously unclench your thighs.

he grips the edge of his desk, leaning his upper half towards you, “when you were takin’ your test,” he lowly whispers, “your legs were crossed to the point it left marks on your skin. when you were turned around on my desk, you were movin’ your hips way too much,” he pauses and moves his hands so his thumbs lightly trace patterns on your knees, “and just now, that i stood up,” he leans in closer to whisper in your ear, “you widened your legs.”

his words send shivers down your spine.

he leans back, to look you in the eye, “you’re turned on by me”

you lick your lips, he watches your pink tongue glide over them, “yes,” is all you say.

it’s enough to make his cock almost burst.

he tilts his head, bringing his lips to yours, “guess i oughta find a better way to teach you, ain’t that right?”

“you’re right, mr. arlen,” you softly whisper against his pink lips

”beau, call me beau,” his hands glide up your legs, under your skirt to pull your body in closer, “don’t want you to ruin that title f’me”

his lips move against yours, slowly, sensually, with experience. most of the guys your age, go rough, teeth clashing. however, the only thing rough about this kiss, is the way his coarse beard rubs against the soft skin of your chin.

beau’s hands went straight to your hips, to grind his hard cock through your wet panties, making you whimper.

”there are always tell signs when a woman fakes her orgasm,” his voice is deep with desire, “there’s things you can’t fake,” he dips his head lower to leave wet kisses on your neck, “when you’re focused on actin’ you forget the smaller things,” he mumbles against your neck, “look at your hands, look at how they’re grippin’ onto my desk right now, tell me what you see.”

you look down, ”my knuckles are white,” you exhale and tilt your head back to provide better access.

”that it baby?”

”i think so,” your voice is laced with uncertainty

“you think so?” he smirks and wraps his hands around your wrists, to bring them to both of your faces, where you can see how the tops look like they’ve been filed down, despite you keeping them in their almond shape, “look at your nails.”

your eyes widen in shock, ”how did you know?”

”saw your knuckles movin’,” he releases your wrists and runs his hands over your shirt.

beau glances down at his watch, noting that he only has ten minutes.

he fucking hates quickies.

he lifts up your shirt and bra, bunching it up right over the tops of your boobs, watching your nipples perk up, “these,” he runs his thumbs softly over your sensitive buds, “erect when cold, when stimulating,” he pinches them both which makes you arch your back, “or when orgasmin’.”

you grind your clothed pussy against his bulge in his black slacks as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue. your other breast is being massaged by him, making sure to roll your nipple every time his hand closes up.

the little sounds and reactions you’re making, makes this a lot harder for him, physically and metaphorically. he wants to take his time with you, but after his office hours end, he has a meeting to get to. instead of giving your other nipple some attention, he drops down to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. he slides off your panties, leaving them around your knees. he folds your skirt up and pulls you closer to his face.

you watch his glasses lightly fog up and he goes to take them off before you grab his wrists.

”no, keep them on please”

beau’s lips part and he looks up at you over his glasses, his eyes no longer the nice emerald green. maintaining eye contact, he pushes his glasses up and lowers his hungry gaze to your sopping wet pussy.

he licks his lips and delves in, his lips immediately finding your clit.

he keeps one arm wrapped around your lower back and the other up, pinching and rolling your nipples.

his tongue works at an unbelievable pace, turning you into a moaning and desperate mess against his face. his beard rubs all over your skin, which will for sure give you beard burn.

the sounds of him slurping and groaning against your face with your moans sound like they’re straight out of a porn video. with the little control you have over your body, you keep your eyes on him, watching him devour you whole, watching your juices smear all over the lower frame of his glasses.

you start digging the heels of your tennis shoes into his back, while gripping and tugging onto his silky hair, earning a moan from him.

”beau, i’m gonna cum” you pant out. he looks up at you, tongue moving faster and sucking harder.

”fuck,” you whine, head tilting back and jaw falling open.

you squeeze your eyes shut and you dig your nails into his scalp when the knot in you belly finally loosens. you grind your hips on his face, smearing your juices all over his glasses now and he laps you up, like a man starved.

your chest falls up and down rapidly and beau quickly stands up, pulling you onto your feet, “we got 5 minutes, baby,” he whispers in your ear and turns you around, bending you over his wooden desk, “gonna make this the best damn five minutes of your life.”

he shoves everything off his desk, everything except your exam paper that is stained in your wetness, and a pen. he places those in front of you, “i’m gonna tell and show you what happens durin’ a female orgasm,” he unbuckles his belt, “you’re gonna repeat after me and write it down, okay?”

you nod and beau groans when his cock finally springs out, being freed of any restrictions. he spits in his palm and gives himself a few strokes before reaching for a condom in his wallet. he tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls it on. he lines himself up with your entrance, “ready, baby?”

”yes,” you wiggle your hips back and he slowly slides into your wet cunt.

you gasp at the stretch, feeling like you’re being split in half and beau throws his head back, biting on his lip to stifle moans.

when he feels your body relax around his intrusion, he leans over you, placing a hand flat on his desk near your waist and the other gripped onto the edge of his desk, “a female orgasm can last anywhere between 13-51 seconds,” he slowly slides out, “first thing, obviously your pussy’s gonna clench ‘round my cock.”

you moan at the words. as a professor, he uses the scientific words to stay professional but right now, this is everything but professional.

”repeat and write.”

”i’m gonna-“ he slams back into you, his tip hitting your g-spot with ease, making you cry out his name

”found it,” he smirks to himself. he glances down to his watch again. 3 minutes.

”fuck it baby,” he whispers, “i’m gonna talk, you’re gonna write, we don’t have much time,” he kisses your shoulder.

”okay,” your mutter

he snakes a hand under you to rub your overstimulated clit in small circle. you fall over, flat against his desk, mewling.

beau keeps his head on your shoulder and you turn to face him, looking at his fogged up, smeared glasses that are sliding down his sweaty nose. he watches you, watches your face as he helps you learn about this topic hands on.

his hips snap against yours, you’re not even holding the pen anymore. he’s insane for thinking your can even think right now.

”your heart rate’s gonna get quicker,” he pants, “breathin’ will get heavier.”

your hands slide and pat his desk, searching for something to hold on to.

”your tight lil’ pussy’s gonna be swollen,” he moans, “it’s gonna squeeze me so fuckin’ tight. your body’s gonna feel tense.”

you can’t even listen to the words he’s saying, all you know is that you’re fucking your teacher who is damn good at what he does.

”i’m gonna ask you a few questions, yeah?”

”yes,” you moan

”what is your brain gonna release when you cum?”

you squeeze you eyes shut, “o-oxytocin n’ dop-“ you take a sharp breath, “amine”

”good girl,” your walls clench around him, “you liked that,” he smiles, “oxytocin, fuck,” he drops his forehead, “can increase your pain tolerance.”

beau’s cock is begging to release, but he can’t, not until he teaches you. currently, he’s thinking of his grandma, trying to not cum. every vessel in his body wants to slow down, take in this moment, engrave it into your cunt and brain.

but he’s on a time crunch.

”dopamine’s gonna make you feel happy,” his voice strains out, “is your body tense?”

”yes,” you moan and open your eyes to see his messy glasses again

”do you know what else is goin’ on besides me bein’ inside of you?”

you whine and shake your head feverishly.

”your lateral orbitofrontal cortex is shutting down,” his eyes and brows pinch shut, “s’gonna cause problems with decision makin’ might make you do some impulsive things, you’re gonna have trouble with your emotions, oxytocin’s a dangerous thing with this combined.”

”yes,” you bite down hard on your lip,

”you feelin’ good baby?”

”yes,” you cry out

”if i didn’t have a condom on would you let me cum inside you?”

”yes”

”yeah?” his hips start moving frantically

”please,” tears prickle at your eyes, the pleasure and his words being so much. your legs are shaking, your hips are bruised from his thrusts and his desk, you want to scream his name.

”you gonna cum all over my cock?”

”yes beau,” you shout as your walls hug him tightly.

liquid gushes out of you, coating beau’s clothes: his slacks are wet all the way down his legs and the sleeve of his right arm is see through.

you lay still, letting him use you for his own release, “you ever done that before baby?”

you slowly shake your head, the tiredness of your two intense orgasms hitting. everything that you just said hitting.

you smile.

”you feel so good baby,” his hips stutter and you use yours, although tired, to meet his thrusts, wanting to help him feel this good.

”keep doin’ that,” he buries himself deep inside of you and you move your hips on his cock.

he twitches and moans your name loudly as he shoots his load into the condom. he pants and stays still, before realizing he’s late for his meeting. he quickly slides your panties up and pulls down your shirt and bra.

”sorry i can’t take care of you right now, but I’m runnin’ late,” he quickly tucks himself back in, “you still have to retake that test again,” he takes off his glasses and cleans them.

when he puts them back on, he sees just how fucked out you are and he cups your cheeks, “promise next time i’ll be more slower,” he kisses your lips sweetly, “you can stay in here for as long as you need to.”

all you can do is nod and squeeze your thighs at the thought of next time.

AN: okay so him having glasses wasn’t the entire plot but hey it’s something hope you enjoy

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[dontbeaterfharry]

There is a fun thing to note about this plate in Big Sky season 2 episode 18.

In Idaho, plates that are not vanity plates are listed with a number and a county you registered the car in. The counties are in alphabetical order and then numbered.

So say you, get a car in Boundary county -- the home on Bonners Ferry, Idaho where Scarlett first pops up in after running away from Wolf. Boundary county is 9B so the plate should start 9B (insert the random numbers).

But as you see, it doesn't it starts with an ISP. That stands for Idaho State Police. So Scarlett either stole the plates off a state troopers' car, which sure fine but ?? people would notice that??

Another thing, the basic standard Idaho plate doesn't have a tree where this one does, but I'll give them artistic license there.

[angelmush]

magenta smoothie 4 breakfast, vibrant vase of tulips 4 my gf, black dragon dog 4 sharing the couch with, and a big stack of notebooks 4 writing

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

I Must Confess

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You take care of Sam and Dean after a hunt and feelings are revealed

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: None

A/n: Don't really like this one but it's been a minute since I posted

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The sun was setting over the quiet town you lived in, casting a warm golden glow on the windows of the small house you shared with your two closest friends—Dean and Sam Winchester. The air was crisp, but nothing could compare to the warmth inside, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of quiet laughter as you whipped up dinner in the kitchen.

It had been a few weeks since things between you and Dean had shifted. You were no longer just "friends" in the traditional sense. The playful teasing, the lingering glances, and the unspoken moments—things felt different, but you couldn’t quite put a label on it. You had been trying not to overthink it, but it was getting harder as every day passed.

The familiar rumble of the Impala pulling into the driveway interrupted your thoughts. You smiled, heart fluttering a little as you peeked out the kitchen window. There they were, your favorite brothers, coming back from a hunt. Sam was the first to step out, looking exhausted but always sweet with his quiet smile. Dean followed, rubbing his shoulder and stretching his back with a grimace, clearly sore from the fight they’d been in.

You had made a habit of helping them unwind after each hunt. While Sam always seemed to retreat into the library or a book, Dean liked to settle down on the couch with a beer. Tonight, though, he didn’t seem like his usual self. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wanted to say, but he was holding back.

"Hey, you two," you greeted warmly as they walked through the door. "How was the hunt?"

Sam gave you a tired smile. "Long. We’re glad to be home."

Dean, however, was quieter than usual, something that was very rare for him. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and a quick nod. You could tell he was trying to act normal, but the fatigue in his eyes betrayed him.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you said, turning back to the stove. “Why don’t you both sit down and relax? I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”

Dean hesitated for a moment before shuffling over to the couch, plopping down with a sigh. You couldn’t help but notice the way his broad shoulders slumped, a sign that the hunt had taken more out of him than he was willing to admit. You walked over and kneeled next to him, carefully massaging his shoulders.

“You okay, Dean?” you asked, voice soft.

He let out a low grunt, leaning into your touch. “I’m fine. Just a little sore, you know. Nothing new.”

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You sure? You seem off tonight.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again, the words apparently stuck in his throat. Sam, ever the observant one, gave you a pointed look before retreating to the table.

You continued to work on his shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles, when Dean finally spoke.

“You’re really good at this, you know,” he said quietly, his voice low, almost like he was reluctant to admit it.

You smiled, feeling your heart race. "Well, I’ve had plenty of practice. You and Sam don’t always take the best care of yourselves."

Dean chuckled softly, but there was a hint of something deeper behind it. The moment stretched on, and it felt like the world had quieted just for the two of you. You couldn’t deny that there was something between you now, a spark that had ignited but hadn’t yet fully burst into flame.

The scent of food filled the room, and you stood to serve up their plates. When you returned with the steaming bowls of pasta and chicken, you placed them on the table. Sam grinned and gave you a thumbs-up. You had mastered the art of making the most comforting meals, something you prided yourself on.

Once the three of you sat down and began eating, you tried to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. You and Dean had been friends for so long, but lately, you’d been wondering if there was something more. Was there a chance that he felt it too?

The silence between you all wasn’t awkward, but it was thick, as though something unspoken hung in the air. Sam, as always, seemed to sense the vibe and politely excused himself, heading up to his room to get some rest. As the door clicked shut, the tension between you and Dean was almost unbearable.

Dean cleared his throat, then set his fork down. He turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before.

“I don’t know how to say this, but I can’t keep pretending,” Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, and I’m tired of keeping it bottled up.”

You tilted your head, unsure of where this was going. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel the warmth of his words settling deep within you. "What do you mean?"

Dean leaned forward, his green eyes searching yours. "I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but… I can’t stop thinking about you. Not just as a friend, but as something more. I’ve been trying to keep my distance because I didn’t want to mess things up between us, but I can’t keep lying to myself anymore. I think I’m falling for you."

Your breath hitched, and your cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and joy. “Dean…”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous for the first time in your entire friendship. “Look, I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I had to tell you. I just... I care about you too much to not say anything.”

Before you could respond, you stepped forward, closing the space between you and wrapped your arms around him. Dean’s body tensed for a second before he relaxed, pulling you closer. His arms wound around your waist, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on the top of your head.

“I feel the same way,” you murmured against his chest. “I’ve been waiting for you to say it.”

Dean chuckled softly, his hand gently resting on your back. “Guess we’re both a little slow, huh?”

You grinned and pulled back to look at him, your hands still resting on his chest. “Maybe, but I’m glad you finally said it.”

“I’ve got a lot more to say,” he whispered, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. “But for now, just know that you mean everything to me.”

With that, you smiled up at him, your heart swelling with happiness. Dean had always been your rock, but now, it felt like there was something more solid and unbreakable between you two. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the love that had slowly been building up over time—quiet, tender, and true.

As you both sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the future felt bright. You knew there would be more challenges ahead, but for now, you had each other. And that was all you needed.

[beaudeanw]

OH TO GET CONSOLED BY JENSEN ACKLES LIKE THIS 😭🥺🫂🩷

Alec McDowell in Dark Angel - 2x17

CJ Braxton in Dawson's Creek - 6x19

Dean Winchester in Supernatural - 8x20

Beau Arlen in Big Sky - 3x08

[sabiami]

My Sims are custom made! Part 3

Frenchie (actor Tomer Capone)

A character created from a reference

Jenny Hoyt (actress Katheryn Winnick)

Beau Arlen (actor Jensen Ackles)

Doran Basu from novel Kali: Flame of Samsara

Ryan Stock (actor Travis Van Winkle)

A character created from a reference

Ian Somerhalder

Cal Jones (actor Chad Michael Murray)

Aras Bulut Iynemli

[rositaslabyrinth]

Russell Shaw is far to underrated out of jensens characters considering he’s the hottest of them all.

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[xoxomilesteller]

i think beau arlen likes getting his fingers sucked but like he doesn’t know until it happens.

he could be toying with your lips and then you take his thumb into your mouth and he’s literally bewildered.

and then after that he’ll always put his thumb into your mouth.

there’s one time where you two were on a camping trip with cassie and cormac. you kept on teasing beau and as soon as the sun set you guys went back into your tents.

”there we go darlin’,” he whispers as you bounce on his girthy cock, “gotta stay quiet f’me, yeah? can you do that?” he cups your face with his other hand, “you’re doin’ s’good,” he throws his head back but keeps his hooded eyes on your mouth.

you swirl your tongue over the calloused digit, the only thing that is muffling the lewd noises you usually make when he’s stretching you out.

[rhysintherain]

Good job, X-files. That's definitely West Virginia. We all know West Virginian railyards are chock-full of CN engines and Canfor lumber cars.

Why wouldn't they be?

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

Under the Spotlight

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: You have been Jensen's assistant for a few years and during a convention you guys have to share a bed and feelings are revealed.

Word Counts: 1127

Warnings: Allusions to smut

A/n: I feel like my stories are finally getting better and people are liking them more! I will make a part 2 of what happens next if people want. Feedback is appreciated:)

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You'd been Jensen Ackles' assistant for two years now, and if you were being honest, your feelings for him were more complicated than they should be. Working behind the scenes of conventions, handling his schedule, answering his fan mail, and making sure he was always at the right place at the right time — you'd gotten to know him better than anyone, save for his family. And, despite your best efforts to keep things professional, there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you.

You had always kept a respectful distance, knowing he had just gone through a very public divorce, and you didn’t want to make things harder for him. But tonight... tonight was different.

The two of you had flown out to a convention in New Orleans, and due to unforeseen circumstances, there had been a mix-up with the hotel accommodations. There were no extra rooms available, so Jensen had offered to share his room with you — a situation that made you nervous, but you couldn't refuse.

By the time you arrived at the hotel, both of you were exhausted from the long flight and the packed schedule. Jensen’s charming smile, though, never faltered. He had that way about him — always so easygoing, making everyone feel comfortable around him, despite the emotional weight he carried from his divorce.

You checked in, got the key, and headed to the room. It was a spacious suite with a king-sized bed, which in hindsight seemed far too small for two adults, especially considering the unspoken tension that had been building for months.

Jensen opened the door, and you both stepped inside. He immediately collapsed on the couch with a groan. "Man, I’m beat. You don’t realize how draining these things are until you’ve been on your feet for twelve hours."

You nodded, trying not to let your eyes linger too long on the way his shirt clung to his chest, the way his jeans stretched just right. You’d always known Jensen was attractive — how could you not? But right now, in the quiet of the hotel room, the usual banter and crowds were replaced with the rawness of two people alone together, and the silence felt heavier than it should.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," Jensen said, sitting up on the couch and pulling his shoes off. "Feel free to relax."

You smiled politely, nodding, and quickly busied yourself with organizing some notes on the desk. But your thoughts were elsewhere. You couldn't stop wondering what it would feel like to let your guard down — to not worry about the boundaries of being his assistant. To just... be a woman.

Minutes passed, and you heard the water turn on in the bathroom. The sound of his shower only added to the growing tension in the room. You tried not to imagine what he looked like in there — tried not to think about the way he smelled, the warmth of his skin. But your mind kept betraying you.

Finally, the sound of the shower stopped, and a moment later, Jensen emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his waist, his chest still glistening from the steam. His messy hair only added to the allure, and you had to turn away, pretending to focus on the notes in front of you.

"I’ll be done in a minute," he said with a grin, as if nothing unusual was happening. But you couldn’t shake the heat that suddenly filled the room, a feeling that was too close to desire.

"You... want to watch something?" he offered, already heading for his suitcase, pulling out some clothes.

You nodded quickly, trying to sound casual. "Sure, whatever you want."

As he changed into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, you settled on the bed, careful to stay on your side. The bed seemed so much smaller now, and every inch of space felt like a boundary you couldn’t cross — but there was no denying that something between the two of you had shifted.

After a few minutes, Jensen finally climbed into bed next to you, both of you keeping to your respective sides, as if the distance would somehow make things easier.

For a while, you both stayed quiet, watching the TV, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning. But you couldn't stop noticing the way his arm brushed against yours occasionally, how his scent filled the room. And despite all the unspoken words, all the "I'm just his assistant" thoughts in your head, you could feel him getting closer — almost as if he was waiting for you to make a move.

Then, out of nowhere, Jensen’s voice broke the silence. “You ever think about how weird it is? Being so close to someone, but never really… crossing that line?”

Your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t a direct confession, but it felt like it.

You turned your head to look at him, his green eyes flicking to yours. There was a flicker of something in them — something more than friendship, more than professionalism. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned back against the pillows, one arm behind his head, his gaze never leaving yours. "I don’t know," he said with a shrug, though his expression was anything but casual. "Sometimes I feel like there’s this tension between us. Like we’re both just waiting for the right moment."

Your breath caught in your throat. Was he talking about what you thought he was? You didn’t know how to answer, but you felt the words rising in your chest. Say something. Do something.

Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself closing the space between the two of you, your hand reaching for his. Jensen didn’t pull away. In fact, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes searching yours for permission.

And in that moment, all the years of being just his assistant — of staying professional, of holding back — dissolved.

You kissed him. Gently at first, then with more urgency, as if the weight of everything unspoken had to be released in that single moment. Jensen’s hands were on your back, pulling you closer, the heat of his skin burning through the thin fabric of your clothes.

For the first time since you’d started working with him, it didn’t feel like there was any distance between you. It didn’t feel like he was someone you had to be professional with. It felt right.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and tangled in the sheets, Jensen’s smile was soft, but there was no mistaking the desire in his eyes.

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice low, "I think this is the right moment."

And that was all you needed to hear.

[beaudeanw]

beau x jenny + tv tropes

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[angels--twice--descending]

does anyone else ever feel like they need to do everything at once becuase theyre running out of time???

[zepskies]

hiiii 🫶🏽 i just wanted to apologize in advance if I spam, i’m finally going to catch up on all your new content i’ve missed! 😅💜

(but pls let me know if it affects your algorithm or something, i’m still not 100% sure how tumblr does things and i don’t want to negatively impact your blog in any way<3)

also this year has truly not let up for me, but finding your page was definitely a positive highlight. not only is your writing phenomenal, you are so kind and I always see you taking the time to interact with everyone!!💗 simply looking at your page brings me joy, so thank you🫂 have a wonderful week lovely!!💕✨

Hey there, friend! 💜 Omg please don't apologize!! Spam away! 😂

I really hope you enjoy any and all fics you decide to dive into. Any feedback I get is like a drop of sunshine in my pocket. Every time I pull one out, it brightens my day and makes me smile. 💛☀️

(aw don't even worry about that algorithm stuff. Any interaction my posts get only BOOSTS the likelihood that other people find my fics 😘)

also this year has truly not let up for me

Hun, I absolutely know the feeling. 2024 has not been kind to me either, which is why I love coming here to share my stuff and connect with people over the characters and worlds we love, and read what other people are sharing with their creativity and hard work!

But wow, thank you so much for that lovely compliment! 🥰 I try my best to make sure my blog is a space for being kind, fun, and open for people to share their thoughts with me. At the risk of spamming people's dashboards (so sorry about that 😭), I try to answer everyone who interacts with and reblogs my posts and my writing -- because I genuinely appreciate every single one. (And I do read every comment and reblog.) 💗

Tumblr has become my creative escape, but also my safe space in a way. And I've gotten to make friends with so many cool and amazing people across SPN/The Boys/adjacent fandoms. 💞

I hope you have a wonderful week as well, lovely!!

[ironworked]

Okay, so here's how I think the next two eps of 911 will go. Just wanted to write it down to see how much I get wrong:

8.02 opens a few hours before the end of 8.01. While the 118 is dealing with Gerrard's injury and maybe some calls, Athena and Dennis board the plane. We meet the passengers, like we did with the earthquake and the cruise ship events. Around the halfway mark, the private jet collides with the Boeing, and enough of the crew are incapacitated so that Athena has to 'jump in'. She contacts the tower and they tell her what to do to stabilize the plane. On land, the 118 gets the call about the private plane crash and/or about the Boeing being in peril, so Buck runs to Bobby while the rest go to meet the other crews to prepare for the possibility of a crash and mass casualties.

Now this part is more wishful thinking, probably: when Bobby and Buck arrive they are informed that Tommy is going to help Athena land the plane, and that's the cliffhanger.

8.03 opens before the end of 8.02, and we get the POV of Athena and the 118 etc as they come up with the new (outrageous, improbable) plan to land the plane after the original idea failed for some reason. The episode follows that plan, and all the preparations on the ground too.

(Flash forward to some eps later: Bobby and Athena are watching the fictionalized version made for an episode of Hotshots, where it's Race Banner who saves the day)