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Second Chances - Part Seventeen of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock. Word Count: 5,735 Tags/Warnings: Mainly fluff. So much fluff. Some emotional insecurity. Implied smut. A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! This story is ongoing and likely will never end!

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Chapter Seventeen: Family Treasures

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the quiet home. The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of pancakes sizzling on the stove. It was a peaceful, slow morning—the kind that Y/N had come to treasure.

But peaceful didn’t last long when Eliza was involved.

“Big Sissy, BIG SISSY, BIG SISSYYYY!”

Emily barely had time to react before a blur of curls and boundless energy tackled her midsection, nearly knocking her off balance.

“Whoa!” Emily laughed, catching Eliza before they both tumbled. “Good morning to you too, wild child.”

Eliza grinned up at her, her eyes bright with excitement. “Big Sissy play today?”

Emily smirked, kneeling down to her level. “That was the plan, but I gotta ask—is Grandma gonna let you go?”

Eliza gasped dramatically, turning toward the kitchen where Margaret stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with a knowing smile.

“Gramma, please?” Eliza clasped her hands together, her bottom lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout.

Margaret didn’t even turn around. “Mmm, I don’t know,” she mused playfully. “I was looking forward to a whole day of snuggles.”

Eliza gasped again, eyes wide. “But… but Big Sissy said!”

Emily bit back a laugh, glancing at Margaret. “I did promise her a fun day, Grandma. Maybe… a trip into town? A little sister’s adventure?”

Margaret finally turned around, setting the spatula down, folding her arms, and pretending to think. “Well… I suppose I could let you go… if you promise to bring me back something sweet.”

Eliza gasped again, bouncing excitedly. “ICE CREAM?”

Margaret chuckled. “Mmm, sounds like a fair deal.”

Emily grinned, ruffling Eliza’s curls. “Deal sealed, kiddo. Let’s get you dressed, and then we’re outta here.”

Eliza squealed and ran for her room, disappearing in a flurry of excitement.

Margaret shook her head, laughing. “You’re a natural with her.”

Emily smiled. “She makes it easy.”

Margaret reached over, tucking a strand of Emily’s hair behind her ear. “You know… I can see a lot of Beau in you.”

Emily blinked in surprise. “Really?”

Margaret nodded. “That protectiveness. That strong, steady presence. It’s in your blood, sweetheart.”

Emily’s throat tightened slightly, but she smiled. “That’s… nice to hear.”

Margaret patted her cheek affectionately before turning back to the stove. “All right, you girls go have your fun. I’ve got a little man to spoil rotten.”

The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting warm golden streaks across the bedroom as Beau buttoned up his shirt, rolling his shoulders to shake off the lingering sleep. His badge sat on the dresser beside his belt, waiting for him to put it on.

Across the room, Y/N stood in front of the mirror, securing an earring while skimming over her planner, mentally running through her schedule for the day. Between work and wedding planning, her plate was full, and the next two weeks were going to be nothing short of chaos.

Beau ran a hand through his hair before stepping behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest. “You sure I can’t convince you to call in sick today?” he murmured against her neck, pressing a slow kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Y/N sighed, tilting her head slightly to give him better access before catching herself with a chuckle. “Tempting, Sheriff, but no. I actually like my job, and I have too much to do.”

Beau groaned dramatically, letting his forehead rest against her shoulder. “That sounds boring.”

Y/N smirked, turning in his arms. “And your day of paperwork and chasing down stray cows doesn’t?”

Beau snorted. “Fair point.”

She placed a hand on his chest, smoothing the fabric of his shirt. “Besides, if I have to work and plan a wedding, you have to suffer through work, too.”

Beau smirked, leaning down to kiss her—slow, deep, full of promise. “Fine. But I expect some kind of reward for my suffering later.”

Y/N hummed against his lips, pretending to consider. “We’ll see.”

He grinned, grabbing his belt and badge as she turned back toward the mirror to brush through her hair. He watched her, the way she moved, the way her lips curled slightly as she focused. Damn, she was beautiful.

“Hey,” he called, tossing his belt onto the bed and stepping toward her again.

Y/N turned just in time for him to steal another kiss, this one deeper, longer, as he backed her up against the dresser. Her fingers curled around the front of his shirt, holding him there.

“You are so stalling,” she murmured against his lips.

“Damn right, I am,” he muttered, kissing her again.

She laughed, finally managing to nudge him away. “Go. Before Jenny calls and yells at you for being late.”

Beau groaned, reluctantly stepping back. “Fine. But I’m countin' the minutes ‘til I get home.”

Y/N smirked. “Then you better make them count.”

Beau shot her a wink before finally grabbing his hat and heading toward the door.

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly to herself. That man was impossible.

And she wouldn’t have him any other way.

Margaret was already in full grandma mode.

With Eliza and Emily gone, she had one mission: completely spoil baby Caleb.

She rocked him gently in her arms, humming softly, his tiny fingers gripping at her necklace. “Oh, you are just the sweetest thing,” she cooed, brushing a soft kiss over his forehead.

Caleb made a soft noise of contentment, blinking up at her with wide, sleepy eyes.

“Oh, I know,” Margaret murmured, gently bouncing him. “Your mama and daddy think they’re in charge, but we know who really rules this house, don’t we?”

Caleb yawned, his tiny mouth stretching wide, making Margaret chuckle.

She settled into the rocking chair, stroking his soft hair. “You, little one, are going to be so loved.”

And with that, she rocked him back to sleep, completely and utterly in grandmother heaven.

Beau had barely settled into his office, already knee-deep in paperwork, when a soft knock sounded from the doorframe.

He glanced up to see Carla standing there, her expression hesitant but open.

“Hey, Beau,” she greeted.

Beau sat back in his chair, waving her in. “Carla. C’mon in.”

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her before settling into the chair across from him. There was a pause—one of those loaded silences where you knew something was coming, but you weren’t sure what.

“I, uh… I wanted to talk to you about something,” she started.

Beau raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

Carla let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah. Nothing bad. Just… I got my wedding invitation a couple of days ago.”

Beau straightened slightly, watching her carefully.

“I guess I just wanted to check,” Carla continued, tapping her fingers lightly against the armrest. “Make sure it’s really okay. That I’m really welcome there.”

Beau exhaled, leaning forward slightly. “Carla, of course you’re welcome. Y/N and I wouldn’t have invited you if we didn’t mean it.”

Carla studied him for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Okay. I just wanted to be sure.” She hesitated before adding, “Emily’s been giving me updates. She’s been loving spending time with Y/N, with the kids.”

Beau’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah. She and Eliza are practically inseparable now.”

Carla grinned. “Sounds about right. She was so excited to meet them.” She paused, exhaling softly. “I’m happy for you, Beau.”

Beau blinked, caught slightly off guard by the sincerity in her tone.

Carla leaned back, crossing her arms. “I knew about you and Y/N months ago. I could tell. You fell hard for her, and fast.” She smirked slightly. “Not that I was surprised.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. “Was it that obvious?”

Carla gave him a knowing look. “Beau, I’ve known you for a long time. I could tell when something changed. And I remember telling you to go for it.”

Beau exhaled, some of the tension in his chest easing. “That means a lot, Carla.”

She smiled. “It’s not weird, you know. You and me—we had our time, and we have Emily. That’s our story. And now, this? This is yours.”

Beau nodded, letting her words settle in.

Carla sighed, standing up. “I just wanted to make sure there were no weird feelings. And to say… I really am happy for you.”

Beau stood as well, giving her a grateful look. “I appreciate that, Carla. More than you know.”

She smirked, tilting her head. “Well, that doesn’t mean I won’t be making fun of you for crying at the altar.”

Beau scoffed. “Who says I’m gonna cry?”

Carla gave him an exasperated look. “Oh, Beau. Please.”

Beau huffed, shaking his head. “Fine. Maybe a little.”

Carla laughed before reaching for the door. “See you at the wedding, Sheriff.”

Beau grinned, watching as she walked out, a weight lifting from his chest.

Everything was good.

Everything was right.

And now? Now, he could focus on marrying the love of his life.

Eliza, dressed in her favorite sundress, held tightly to Emily’s hand as they strolled through town, stopping at every window display, every little shop that caught Eliza’s attention.

“Sissy, look!” Eliza gasped, pointing at a giant stuffed bear in a store window.

Emily grinned. “You do have a birthday coming up soon… should we put that on your wish list?”

Eliza gasped again, nodding eagerly. “YES!”

Emily laughed, tugging her along. “All right, all right. Let’s get ice cream first.”

By the time Beau pulled into the driveway, the sun was dipping low, casting warm golden light over the house. It had been a long day, but the second he stepped through the front door, any exhaustion he felt faded at the sound of tiny, excited babbles filling the air.

Eliza was going off in full toddler mode, bouncing on her feet, her little hands moving wildly as she tried to explain everything that had happened during her adventure with Emily.

“—sissy get me ice cream! BIG one! Had choco—choc’ate! An’ sprinkles! An’—doggie! Saw doggie! Big! Go woof!”

Y/N, standing near the counter, was laughing softly as she set plates on the table. “She’s been like this since they got back,” she said, glancing up at Beau with a knowing smile.

Emily, standing beside Eliza, arms crossed, was beaming, her face full of warmth as she nodded along to every word. “I swear she didn’t stop talking once today,” she said, shaking her head with an amused grin.

Beau chuckled, bending down to scoop Eliza up into his arms, her tiny hands immediately clutching onto his shirt. “That so, baby girl?”

Eliza nodded so fast it nearly knocked her curls loose. “Yeah! Fun! Sissy fun!”

Emily smirked. “We had a blast.”

Beau grinned, shifting Eliza in his arms. “That true, wolf-child? You like hangin’ with Big Sissy?”

Eliza’s face lit up as she turned, patting Emily’s shoulder with her little hand. “Mine!”

Emily laughed, nodding. “Yup. I’ve been claimed.”

Beau’s chest swelled with something deep, something warm.

This. This was exactly what he had always wanted.

He looked over at Y/N, who was watching it all unfold, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes met his, full of love, full of knowing.

“Sounds like we had a good day,” Beau murmured, pressing a kiss to Eliza’s cheek before setting her down.

Eliza immediately latched onto Emily’s leg, babbling again. “Sissy got cookie! For G’ma! Big one! Choco one!”

Emily grinned. “That’s right. We promised Grandma a cookie.”

Beau raised an eyebrow, looking between them. “And where’s mine?”

Eliza’s whole face froze.

Her eyes went huge, her mouth forming a little o. She turned very slowly to Emily, blinking. “Uh-oh.”

Emily burst out laughing, covering her mouth.

Beau let out a deep chuckle, kneeling back down to Eliza’s level. “You forgot your old man, huh?”

Eliza made a tiny whimper sound before throwing herself against his chest. “Sowwy, Daddy!”

Beau laughed, hugging her tight. “It’s okay, baby girl. I forgive you.”

Eliza pulled back, gripping both sides of his face with her tiny hands. “You okay?”

He grinned. “Yeah, darlin’. I’m okay.”

She studied him very seriously before nodding to herself, as if deciding he was probably not too heartbroken over the missing cookie.

Emily, still laughing, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Beau shook his head, standing up. “You’re gonna fit right in with these two, Em.”

Y/N walked over, slipping her arms around Beau’s waist, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Told you she was gonna adore her big sister.”

Beau exhaled, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close. “Yeah,” he murmured. “And I love seein’ it.”

Emily, watching them, felt a tightness in her throat—one that had nothing to do with sadness and everything to do with how full her heart felt.

Y/N turned to her, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “She’s already your girl, too.”

Emily swallowed, nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I think she is.”

And as Eliza tugged on her hand, demanding more attention, Emily knew—

This was home.

This was family.

And she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The house was quiet, wrapped in the stillness of the Montana night.

Beau lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other lazily tracing circles against Y/N’s bare shoulder as she lay curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Their breaths were still heavy, their bodies warm and tangled beneath the sheets, the scent of lovemaking lingering between them.

It had been different tonight.

Not rushed, not just a release—it had been intense, raw, all-consuming. A reflection of the love swelling inside them, the joy filling their home, the way their family was growing and blending so seamlessly.

Y/N sighed softly, nuzzling into his chest. “That was… something else.”

Beau chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, it was.”

A comfortable silence stretched between them for a while, their bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of their passion.

Then, quietly, Y/N murmured, “Emily fits in so perfectly.”

Beau exhaled, his hand sliding through her hair, his fingers combing through the soft strands. “Yeah,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “She really does.”

Y/N shifted, tilting her head up to look at him. His green eyes were soft, thoughtful, his usual confidence replaced with something deeper, something almost vulnerable.

“I can’t tell you how much it means to me,” he murmured, “seeing her with the kids. With you.” He swallowed, his throat tight. “I spent so long wonderin’ if I’d ever have this. A real family. A home that just… felt right.”

Y/N reached up, cupping his cheek. “You do, Beau.”

His jaw clenched slightly as he turned his face into her palm, pressing a lingering kiss there. “I know,” he admitted. “And I don’t ever wanna take it for granted.”

Y/N studied him, sensing there was more he wanted to say.

“Beau?” she prompted gently.

He took a slow breath before shifting, rolling slightly to his side so he could look at her fully. His fingers trailed along her arm, his touch reverent, deliberate.

“I’ve been thinkin’,” he started, his voice low, careful. “About Eliza.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed slightly, curiosity flickering in her gaze. “What about her?”

Beau held her gaze, his thumb brushing absently over her wrist. “I want to adopt her.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

Beau swallowed, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Not just ‘cause we’re getting married. Not just ‘cause she’s your little girl. But because… she’s mine too, Y/N. She feels like mine. She is mine in every way that matters. And I want to make it official.”

Y/N blinked, her chest tightening. “Beau…”

“I love her,” he continued, his voice thick. “I love her like she’s always been mine. And I want her to know that. To never have to question it. To never have to wonder.”

Y/N’s throat bobbed, emotion clogging it. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

Beau let out a small chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “Darlin’, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “She is my little girl. And I wanna make it real. In every way.”

Y/N’s eyes welled with tears, her lips trembling. “Beau…”

He reached up, cupping her face. “Say yes,” he murmured.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, nodding frantically as tears spilled down her cheeks. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Beau exhaled, relief washing over his face before he pulled her into a deep, soul-stealing kiss.

When they pulled apart, Y/N cupped his jaw, running her thumbs over the stubble there. “She’s going to be so happy, Beau.”

Beau smiled, brushing his nose against hers. “Good. ‘Cause I plan on spoilin’ that little girl for the rest of my damn life.”

Y/N laughed softly before pressing another kiss to his lips, then his forehead, then his chest, where his heart beat strong beneath her palm.

Beau wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, breathing her in.

Their family was already whole, already perfect.

The house was alive with warmth and movement.

Morning light streamed through the kitchen window, casting golden streaks over the countertops where Y/N stood, flipping pancakes while the scent of fresh coffee filled the air.

Eliza was in the living room, enthusiastically banging together two plastic toys, her own personal concert echoing throughout the house.

At the kitchen table, Emily sat across from Margaret, who was cradling Caleb like he was the most precious thing in the world. Which, as far as she was concerned, he was.

Emily grinned as she sipped her coffee. “So… is it just me, or are you completely obsessed with this kid?”

Margaret smirked, rocking Caleb gently as he blinked up at her with sleepy eyes. “Oh, I absolutely am.”

Emily laughed. “You know you’re holding him like someone’s gonna steal him, right?”

Margaret scoffed, shifting Caleb slightly to rest against her shoulder. “I dare someone to try.”

Emily shook her head, amused. “All right, all right. But, hey… I was thinking, maybe I could spend the day with him?”

Margaret froze, her grip immediately tightening around Caleb’s tiny body.

Y/N, still by the stove, smiled to herself, already knowing this was coming.

Margaret cleared her throat, but her fingers still curled firmly around the baby’s back. “Spend the day… how, exactly?”

Emily leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. “Just—bonding! Maybe take him outside for a little stroll, get him some fresh air, let you have some time to yourself.”

Margaret arched a brow. “I don’t need time to myself. I have Caleb.”

Emily snorted. “Grandma, you do you can share him with the rest of us, right?”

Margaret gave a very unimpressed look before turning to Caleb, cooing softly. “She doesn’t understand us, does she, baby?”

Caleb let out a tiny coo, his little fingers gripping the collar of her blouse.

Emily groaned, looking at Y/N for backup. “Am I losing this battle?”

Y/N finally turned, setting a plate of pancakes on the table before leaning against the counter. “You might be.”

Emily sighed dramatically before pressing her hands together. “Okay, okay—look, I love Eliza, but she’s a lot of energy. I thought today I could get some quiet bonding time with this little guy.”

Margaret pursed her lips. “And what if he needs something?”

Emily gave her a look. “I do have basic baby knowledge, Grandma.”

Margaret sighed, looking down at Caleb again, her fingers still not loosening. “It’s not you, sweetheart. It’s me.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “Mom, let the girl spend time with her brother. You’re just being possessive.”

Margaret huffed. “I am not possessive.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Last night, I literally heard you whisper ‘mine’ when you were rocking him.”

Emily burst out laughing. “Okay, that’s adorable but also exactly my point.”

Margaret let out a dramatic sigh, looking between them before pressing a kiss to Caleb’s head. “Fine. But if you need anything, you call me immediately.”

Emily grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

Margaret reluctantly handed Caleb over, her hands hovering like she was mentally preparing herself to snatch him back at any moment.

Y/N smirked as she handed Emily a bottle. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Margaret huffed. “We’ll see.”

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Beau stepped out, his hair still damp from his shower, a towel draped over his shoulders as he buttoned up his shirt.

His eyes immediately scanned the room, landing on Emily holding Caleb. He arched a brow. “Well, look at you. Movin’ up in the world.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Apparently, it was a hard sell.”

Margaret muttered, crossing her arms. “It was.”

Beau smirked, walking over to Y/N, dropping a kiss on her cheek before stealing a bite of pancake straight off her plate.

Y/N swatted at him. “Go eat your own food, Sheriff.”

Beau grinned, reaching for his coffee as he turned back to Margaret. “You okay, Margaret? You look like someone stole your car.”

Margaret huffed, giving Emily one last look before dramatically sipping her coffee. “I’ll survive.”

Beau chuckled, grabbing a fork and sitting down beside Emily, watching as she held Caleb with ease.

“You know,” he murmured, tilting his head, “this really is somethin’ special.”

Emily looked at him, brow raised. “What is?”

Beau took a sip of coffee before smirking. “All three of my kids under the same roof.”

Emily’s expression softened as she looked down at Caleb, her fingers gently brushing over his tiny hand.

Yeah.

That was something special.

The warm glow of the setting sun stretched across the driveway as Beau pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house. The day had been long—work always felt longer when he knew what was waiting for him at home—but now that he was here, something inside him instantly settled.

Y/N stretched in the passenger seat, letting out a soft sigh. “I am so ready to be home.”

Beau smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. “That bad, huh?”

Y/N gave him a pointed look. “Do you know how many last-minute wedding things I had to deal with today on top of work stuff?”

Beau grinned. “Nope. And that’s why I left you in charge.”

Y/N swatted at his arm. “You’re impossible.”

Beau leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “And yet, you love me anyway.”

Y/N sighed against his mouth. “Unfortunately.”

Beau chuckled, then opened the door, stepping out just as another car pulled into the driveway.

Margaret was behind the wheel, and as soon as she parked, she got out and moved to the backseat. Beau and Y/N watched as she opened the door, carefully unbuckling Eliza from her car seat.

The second Eliza was free, she started wiggling excitedly, her little feet kicking against the seat. “Mommy! Daddy!” she squealed, bouncing as Margaret lifted her out and set her down on the ground.

Eliza bolted toward them, her little feet pattering against the gravel.

Beau barely had time to crouch before Eliza launched herself into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly, settling her against his hip. “Hey there, wolf-child,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her messy curls. “Did you have a good day?”

Eliza nodded rapidly. “Big one!”

Margaret chuckled as she walked up the steps. “That girl wore me out today.”

Y/N reached for Eliza’s chubby little hand, kissing her fingers. “Did Grandma spoil you?”

Eliza’s face lit up as she nodded enthusiastically. “Cookies! An’ toys! An’ big slide! An’—”

She suddenly gasped dramatically, wiggling in Beau’s arms until he set her down. Then, without missing a beat, she bolted inside. “Sissy! Sissy! Mommy ‘n’ Daddy home!”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Think she missed us?”

Y/N laughed. “I think she’s just excited to show off whatever she convinced Grandma to buy her today.”

Margaret huffed playfully as she made her way inside. “You act like I spoil her.”

Beau smirked. “Margaret, you literally just came back from taking her to a toy store.”

Margaret sniffed. “She needed a new stuffed horse.”

Y/N snorted. “Right. Needed.”

They followed Margaret inside, where Eliza was already bouncing beside the couch, tugging at Emily’s arm, trying to get her attention.

Emily, however, was completely entranced by Caleb.

The baby was settled comfortably against her chest, wide awake, his tiny fingers occasionally flexing in the air as she gently rocked him back and forth.

Y/N nudged Beau’s arm, nodding toward the scene. “Oh, look at her.”

Beau smirked, stepping forward. “Well, well, well. Someone’s got a case of baby fever.”

Emily glanced up, blinking as if she had just realized they were there. “Oh—hey! You guys are back.”

Beau raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “You, uh… good there, Em?”

Emily huffed a small laugh, looking back down at Caleb, her face full of warmth. “I get it now.”

Beau chuckled. “Get what?”

Emily gently stroked Caleb’s tiny fingers, her voice softer than usual. “Why people love babies so much.”

Y/N bit back a smile as she walked over, peering down at Caleb. “He is a pretty easygoing little guy.”

Emily nodded. “He barely fussed all day. Just ate, snuggled, and blinked up at me like I was the greatest person in the world.” She glanced up, shaking her head in pure awe. “It’s dangerous how sweet he is.”

Beau snorted. “Careful, Em. You sound like you’re about to steal him.”

Emily sighed dramatically, cradling Caleb a little closer. “I just might.”

Y/N chuckled, rubbing Emily’s back. “Welcome to the club.”

Margaret walked into the room, hands on her hips. “I told you he was perfect.”

Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. “Yeah, yeah, okay—you win.”

Beau smirked, leaning against the couch. “So, lemme get this straight—you survived a full day with a baby, and now you’re thinkin’ about gettin’ one of your own?”

Emily snorted. “Oh, no way. I’m happy borrowing this one for now.” She grinned down at Caleb, brushing her thumb across his tiny cheek. “But yeah… I get it now.”

Y/N smiled, glancing over at Beau, who was watching his daughter with nothing but pride.

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “First, Eliza claims you, and now Caleb? What’s next—you takin’ Grandma out for spa days?”

Margaret lifted her chin. “Well, now that you mention it—”

Beau held up a hand. “Nope. Not entertainin’ that.”

Y/N laughed, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around Beau’s waist. “Face it, honey. Emily’s one of us now.”

Beau exhaled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s hair. “Guess I can live with that.”

Emily smirked. “Gee, thanks, Dad.”

Beau chuckled, nudging her playfully. “Anytime, kid.”

The house had settled into its quiet nighttime rhythm.

Beau was standing at the dresser, pulling his shirt over his head, while Y/N was already in bed, fluffing the pillows and stretching out with a contented sigh. The warmth of the day still lingered, and the comfort of being home, together, made everything feel right.

Beau was just about to climb in beside her when a soft knock sounded at the door.

He and Y/N exchanged a glance before he stepped over, pulling it open to find Emily standing there, arms crossed, shifting slightly on her feet.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, voice soft but attentive.

“Hey,” Emily said, her voice quieter than usual. She hesitated, glancing past him at Y/N. “Can I talk to you? Just… you?”

Beau frowned slightly but nodded. “Of course.” He turned back to Y/N, touching her arm. “I’ll be back.”

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand. “Take your time.”

Emily led him down the hallway to the guest room where she was staying. The small lamp on the nightstand cast a soft glow across the room. Her suitcase was half-unpacked in the corner, her shoes kicked off by the foot of the bed.

She sat down first, twisting her fingers in her lap. There was a hesitation in the way she moved, like she wasn’t quite sure how to say what was on her mind.

Beau sat beside her, leaning forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees. “What’s on your mind, Em?”

Emily exhaled, shifting slightly. “I don’t really know how to say it. It’s… kinda stupid.”

Beau arched a brow. “Doubt that.”

She gave a small, nervous laugh, then looked down at her hands. “I love them,” she admitted softly. “Eliza. Caleb. I love being their big sister.”

Beau smiled, warmth spreading through his chest. “I know you do.”

Emily nodded, but then she hesitated, her fingers still twisting together. “But… is it okay if I feel sad, too?”

Beau’s brow furrowed. “Sad?”

Emily swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never had this growing up. I never had siblings. And I didn’t know what I was missing, but now that I do…” She trailed off, struggling to find the words. “I wish I had this back then. And I know that’s not fair to you, because I know you and Mom loved me so much—but part of me still wishes I had this when I was little.”

Beau’s chest ached.

He reached over, gripping her hand gently. “Sweetheart…”

Emily sniffled, shaking her head. “I don’t want you to feel bad, Dad. It’s not that I wasn’t happy—I was. It’s just… different now. And I love it so much that I wish I had it before.” She exhaled sharply. “I’m sorry if that hurts.”

Beau squeezed her hand, his voice steady. “Em, you never have to apologize for feelin’ what you feel.”

She glanced at him, hesitant.

Beau took a slow breath before continuing, “I get it, sweetheart. I really do. You had me and your mama, and I know we did our best to love you as much as possible, but I know that’s not the same as havin’ siblings.” He smiled softly. “And the fact that you love Eliza and Caleb so much that you wish you had them sooner? That ain’t a bad thing. That just means you’re a damn good big sister.”

Emily let out a quiet, breathy laugh. “You think so?”

Beau smiled. “I know so.”

She smiled, sniffling slightly before squeezing his hand. “Thanks, Dad.”

Beau leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

Emily sighed, relaxing slightly. “I really do love them, you know.”

Beau chuckled. “Oh, I know. Pretty sure Eliza’s never letting you leave.”

Emily laughed, wiping at her eyes. “Yeah. I’m starting to think she’s attached.”

Beau grinned, pulling her into a side hug. “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with us now.”

Emily smiled against his shoulder, hugging him back. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The house was silent except for the soft hum of the night settling around them.

Beau quietly made his way back to the bedroom, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind him. Y/N was still awake, lying on her side beneath the covers, her eyes heavy with sleep but filled with quiet concern.

She shifted slightly, propping herself up on her elbow as Beau peeled off his shirt, sighing before running a hand through his hair. “Everything okay with Emily?” she asked softly.

Beau nodded, but there was something distant in his expression. He slipped into bed beside her, exhaling as he leaned back against the pillows. “Yeah,” he murmured. “She just… needed to talk.”

Y/N studied him for a moment, reaching over to run her fingers lightly over his chest. “About what?”

Beau let out a slow breath. “She loves Eliza and Caleb. She loves being their big sister. But she told me she was sad she didn’t have siblings growing up.” His voice was quiet, thoughtful. “She didn’t even know what she was missing until now.”

Y/N’s heart squeezed.

Beau rubbed his hand over his face. “I hate that I couldn’t give her that.”

Y/N shifted closer, sliding her hand up to his jaw, coaxing him to look at her. “Beau,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth. “Emily grew up so loved.”

Beau swallowed, his green eyes dark with emotion. “I know. But I keep thinkin’… maybe if Carla and I had worked out, if things had been different…”

Y/N shook her head gently. “You and Carla gave Emily everything you could. You were a damn good father to her, Beau. And you still are.”

Beau exhaled, his hand coming to rest over hers, pressing it against his chest. “It just… made me think, you know?”

Y/N smiled softly. “Emily isn’t mourning her childhood. She’s just realizing something new. And instead of being bitter, instead of pulling away, she’s embracing it. She’s here, she’s loving her siblings, and she’s so happy.”

Beau closed his eyes briefly, nodding. “Yeah,” he murmured. “She is.”

Y/N traced her fingers along his jawline, then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “That’s because of you.”

Beau let out a slow breath, pulling her into his arms. “Damn, I love you, woman.”

Y/N smiled against his skin. “I know.”

She kissed him again, slow and lingering, her fingers curling into his hair.

Beau sighed into her mouth, letting himself sink into the warmth of her touch. He hadn’t even realized how much he needed this—her comfort, her presence, her love.

Y/N shifted, straddling his waist, her hands splayed across his chest. “You know what else I know?” she murmured, her lips grazing against his jaw.

Beau smirked. “What’s that, darlin’?”

Y/N kissed him again, deeper this time, pressing her body fully against his. “You need to be thoroughly reminded of how good of a man you are.”

Beau groaned, his grip tightening around her waist. “That right?”

She hummed, nipping lightly at his bottom lip. “Mmhmm.”

Beau flipped them easily, settling between her legs, his lips moving along her neck, down to her collarbone. “Y’know, I was feelin’ a little down,” he murmured against her skin.

Y/N giggled, arching into him. “Let me fix that.”

Beau grinned before kissing her breathless, letting her take away every doubt, every weight he carried—until all that was left was them.

Together.

Always.

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herogasm ~ soldier boy;the boys

word count: 3678

request?: no

description: in which she’s trying to leave the supe orgy, just to stumble into the room of the man who started it

pairing: soldier boy x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, praise, unprotected p in v), mentions of herogasm (the event, not the episode)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I didn’t want to be there. There was a number of reasons why, but the most prominent one was definitely that I did not want to be involved in an orgy full of Supes.

My best friend, Maria, had convinced me to come. I had gone through a pretty hard breakup that left me basically inconsolable for days. I only left the house to go to work, and even then I was very much just operating on autopilot. Maria wanted to get me out of the house, so she came over and told me she had gotten an invite to some big Supe party and intended to take me with her to get my mind off of things.

She didn’t tell me until we showed up that the “party” was the infamous Supe orgy known as “Herogasm”.

Apparently, Maria had hooked up with a Supe who had an in to the party. She got the invite and thought an orgy would be the perfect idea to get me over my breakup. There was just one little flaw in her plan: I was not an orgy person. I was insecure enough about my body that I felt awkward being naked in front of one person, let alone an entire house full of strangers. Supe strangers at that.

Maria abandoned me the minute we walked through the door, taken by the Supe she fucked to get here. I was left, on my own in the corner, while a lot of naked people walked or fucked around me. A couple glanced in my direction, one even tried to proposition me, which I politely declined. I wasn’t sure how long I was stood there before everything became overwhelming. I needed to get away from all those people. I needed to be somewhere with no moaning or screaming or sex noises. Somewhere that I could calm myself down before I left.

I stumbled through the house, feeling my heart pounding harder and harder with every overwhelming second that passed. Behind almost every door I could hear more moaning and squelching. It felt like there was no true escape from it - there was even people fucking outside - until I turned the knob on a door that led to a seemingly empty room. I stumbled in, slamming the door behind me and sliding down it until I was sat on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head against my knees.

“Well, hello there.”

I jumped at the sudden sound of someone’s voice. I looked up to see I had hidden myself away in a bedroom. The main bedroom, I concluded, judging by the huge size of the room, the bed, and the fact there was a mini bar in the corner of the room. A mini bar with a man stood behind it. A very handsome man in nothing but a silk robe.

“Shit,” I sighed. “I’m sorry, I - ”

“No, don’t be sorry,” he said. “Judging by the fact that you still have clothes on, you’re not here for the orgy.”

I shook my head. “One of my friends brought me here. She didn’t even tell me what it was until we pulled up.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before stepping away from the mini bar. I tensed up as he got closer to me. I was trying to figure out if I’d get out fast enough when he reached me. He reached over me and turned the lock on the knob.

“Stay as long ad you want,” he told me. “Not that anyone usually comes in unannounced anyways. I think you’re the first person to stumble into my room in years.”

My eyes widened as he started walking away. “Y-Your room? So...you’re the host here?”

He turned back and raised an eyebrow at me. “You serious?” I nodded. “I created this whole fuckin’ thing. Herogasm is my baby.”

That’s when it finally clicked. “Holy shit, you’re Soldier Boy!”

He grinned at me before he took a sip of his drink.

I couldn’t believe it. I had stumbled into the room of the most famous Supe in the entire world and I didn’t even recognize him at first! God, this couldn’t get any more embarrassing.

“You don’t have to huddle up by the door like a scared kid,” he said. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I wasn’t sure if I could take his word for it. I knew he was a Supe and all, and Supes were supposed to protect people, but he did have me locked in his room, while he was naked no less. Well, besides a robe. I’d be helpless against him if he did decide he wanted to hurt me.

Despite knowing this, I still slowly got to my feet. He was pouring up another glass as I walked further into his giant room. It was like the size of my living room and kitchen combined. I was in awe of it so much that I could hear Soldier Boy chuckling to himself. He extended a glass to me and gestured to the bed. I took the glass, hesitantly, and sat down.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Bourbon,” he responded. “Some of the best shit money can buy.”

I wasn’t much of a drinker. I could smell the strong, alcoholic scent before even raising the glass to my lips. I took a small sip and immediately cringed at the stinging feeling that ran down my throat. Soldier Boy laughed.

“That’s God awful,” I groaned.

“You just don’t appreciate fine alcohol,” he said.

“I appreciate it when it doesn’t taste like battery acid,” I retorted. “What are you doing in here, anyways? If you created this...thing, shouldn’t you be partaking?”

He grunted and took another mouthful of his own drink. I figured that was the best I would be getting from him.

“How did you get in?” he asked. “It’s invite only, and usually the only non-Supes invited are hookers.”

I looked down at my glass again, debating on taking another sip. “My friend hooked up with a Supe who gave her the invite. She lied at the door and told them I had been invited, too.”

“Then she ditched you?”

I nodded. “Probably getting her pussy super-stretched as we speak.”

That made him laugh. I felt some sense of pride at that. The most famous Supe in the world was laughing at my jokes. That had to be bragging rights.

“Sounds like a shit friend, then,” he commented.

“No, she is a good friend. She’s very...sexually liberated. This type of thing is very up her alley. Me, not so much.”

“Then why did she take you here?”

I gazed down at the glass of auburn liquid. The memory of my recent breakup brought back all my negative emotions. With one swift gulp, I finished the contents of the glass. I shuddered as it burned down my throat.

“My boyfriend of four years dumped me,” I said. “Just woke up one day and told me he didn’t feel the same way anymore. After we had just moved in together a few months prior.”

Soldier Boy whistled. “That sounds rough.”

“It was the worst fucking day of my life,” I muttered. “Maria, my friend, I guess she thought a super-sex party would be the best way to get me to move on. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and all that.”

“That never works. Trust me.”

Oh, there was a story there. I could tell. One that was probably connected to the reason he wasn’t participating in his own orgy. Normally, I wouldn’t pry. I didn’t know Soldier Boy. He would probably forget all about me once I left his room. But the bourbon was starting to get to me. I found myself leaning forward, close enough that I could smell his aftershave.

“What happened?” I asked him. “What made you not want to participate in Herogasm?”

He looked at me. I could tell he was debating on telling me. I wasn’t sure if I should push the issue further than those questions, even if my curiosity was getting the best of me.

Finally, he sighed and said, “My girl left me because of one of these things.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I couldn’t even remember who Soldier Boy’s “girl” was in that moment.

“We used to host together,” he explained. “Once a year, we would allow each other to fuck whoever we wanted at Herogasm. One night, one meaningless orgy, and that was it. Then, a few years back, she comes to me the day after Herogasm and she tells me that she met someone that night. I don’t know, I guess they talked in between the fucking or some shit. She dumped me on the spot for the guy. Took all of her shit and left that same day.”

Okay, definitely a lot worse than my sob story. My ex completely shattered my heart, sure, but he didn’t leave me for someone else. Especially not someone that he fucked in our own house, during a party that we were hosting together. Even if they had an agreement that they could sleep around during Herogasm, that was a huge hit to trust. One that I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten over in his shoes.

“Since then, I haven’t participated,” he continued. “I’ll host, since it’s my creation, but I usually just walk around, make sure everything is going okay and everyone is having a good time, then I hide away in here until everyone gets too tired from the fucking and either leaves or falls asleep.”

“Why keep hosting it if you don’t want to participate anymore?” I asked. “Why not hand it off to someone else?”

“Because it’s my thing. I created it, and it got bigger than I could’ve ever imagined. I thought about cancelling it after Countess left me, but it’s become this huge thing to Supes and their groupies. I don’t want to disappoint anyone by cancelling it, and I wouldn’t want anyone else stealing it from me and making it a shit version of what it used to be.”

Before I could respond, there was a bang against his door. We both jumped and turned towards the door. Judging by the rhythmic beating on the door and the shouts of pleasure, it was just a couple that had decided to use Soldier Boy’s door as another fuck place. I chuckled and turned back to him. My laughter died out, though, once I realized how close we had gotten to one another. My face was mere inches away from his. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. The closeness made my heart start pounding a little harder.

The alcohol had definitely kicked in because I did something that was very unlike me in that moment: I leaned forward and kissed him.

He was receptive right away. His free hand moved to hold the back of my head. His lips moved perfectly in time with mine. His tongue slid against my lower lip, asking permission for entrance, and I gave it to him. I let my empty glass fall to the floor, luckily the fall being cushioned by a rug next to his bed, while he placed his on the nightstand next to the bed without breaking our kiss. In one swift movement, he moved me so that I was straddling his lap, not once breaking our kiss.

His hands explored my body, running down the sides of my torso, to my hips, then over my ass. He grabbed the meaty flesh there, rocking my hips forward unintentionally (or maybe it was intentional) against him. His cock was growing hard and I could feel that the tip was starting to peak out from his robe. Suddenly, I felt very overdressed compared to him, and I wanted to change that.

I broke away and Soldier Boy watched with lust filled eye as I pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it onto the floor. I stood from his lap to unbutton my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in front of him, just in my lingerie. Realizing how naked I was, I felt a little shy suddenly. Like I wanted to cover myself up or make all the light in the room disappear so that he couldn’t see me. But when he pulled me forward again, standing me between his open legs, and leaned forward to start kissing over the exposed skin of my stomach, the insecurities melted away into desire again.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Don’t you dare think of hiding this beautiful body away from me.”

I was shocked that he knew what I was thinking, but I didn’t have time to figure out how he knew. His hands were on me again, pulling me down onto his lap and then quickly turning the two of us so that I was laying beneath him on the bed. I could feel him pressing against my inner thigh as he kissed me again, a pool of wetness starting to fill in my panties.

He moved one hand between my legs, opening them up for him, and ran his finger over the clothed material. I gasped and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth again.

“You’re already so wet,” he noted. “How long has it been since you were touched?”

The answer was a bit embarrassing. That probably should’ve been the first sign that my relationship was going downhill, but I was too naïve to notice that we hadn’t been having sex. Or maybe just too blind to the downfalls of my relationship.

When I didn’t answer, he pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger into me. The sudden protruding felt painful at first. I dug my nails into his arms hard, but didn’t leave any marks or didn’t seem to hurt him in any way. He slowly started thrusting his finger in an out of me until the pain turned to pleasure, and then he added a second finger.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he commented. “That asshole must not have stretched this pussy out in a long time. Either that, or he had a microdick.”

His fingers gained speed. I could hear them becoming wetter and wetter every time he thrusted them inwards. I was well beyond cloud nine, probably cloud twenty at this rate. Whenever I opened my eyes all I could see was stars, and Soldier Boy’s face watching me as I came undone beneath him. He was an expert in ways I could only dream of, reaching places I didn’t even know could feel so good. He had me on the edge of my orgasm, when suddenly the pleasure was ripped away as he pulled his fingers from me.

I whined, trying to reach for him to get the feeling back. But he pulled away from me, putting the two fingers covered in my slick into his mouth and sucking them dry.

“You taste just as sweet as I thought you would,” he said.

“Please,” was all I could manage. It almost sounded pathetic how desperate I sounded.

He smirked down at me. “I’ll give you what you want. I just want you to cum on my dick instead of on my fingers.”

He sat up and untied his robe, throwing it to the floor along with the other discarded clothes. His cock finally sprang free, standing at attention against his stomach. My eyes widened at how big he was. I should’ve anticipated it, I figured most Supe men were probably well hung, but it a shock none the less. I wondered if I would even be able to take his whole length.

He spit on his hand to lube himself up, moved my panties to the side again, and then lined his tip up with my entrance.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded and he began to push into me.

My gasps and moans filled the room as he slowly slid into me, inch by inch, almost at a painfully slow rate. I felt so full with him completely inside of me. I could feel the burn of him stretching me out around his girth, but even the burn felt like pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him back down to me. I kissed him again, hungrily, desperately, and he got my silent message to start moving.

His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters. It felt so good to feel him pushing in and out of me. His dick was so long that I could feel it not only poking my g-spot, but absolutely abusing it with every thrust. It sent shockwaves of pleasure through me that I wasn’t even sure I had felt before. My head fell back onto the pillow, letting moans tumble from my lips as they felt the need to.

“F-Fuck,” I breathed. “S-Soldier Boy.”

“Ben,” he said, not breaking his pace. “Call me Ben.”

“Ben,” I moaned instead. Definitely a better name to say in bed. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Yeah? I think I can tell.”

I didn’t have to open my eyes to know he had a cocky smirk on his face.

I ran my hands from his shoulders down his toned back to his ass. I gave it a squeeze, urging him to go faster. I could feel my high coming back, and I desperately needed to chase it. He did as I wanted and his thrusts became faster, rougher. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with my moans and his grunts. He took hold of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, giving himself a better vantage point for his rough thrusts. I screamed out as his dick pounded against my g-spot, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I can feel you’re close,” he said. “I can feel this fucking pussy getting tighter. Cum all over my cock. You can do it, beautiful, I know you can.”

His words of praise and encouragement sent me toppling over the edge. Stars exploded from my vision as my body trembled and convulsed around him. It was the hardest I could ever remember orgasming in my life, and it was definitely the best orgasm I could remember having. I felt like I was flying off of the bed and high into the sky, never to return to Earth again.

If it weren’t for Ben above me, still thrusting and whispering words of praise into my ear, I probably would’ve thought I had actually floated away.

His release came shortly after my own. I could feel his dick twitching inside of me before he was coating my walls. His arms tightened around me as he rode out his own orgasm, grinding into me until he has squeezed every last drop into me. He pushed himself up so he could look down at me again.

“You look fucking gorgeous after being filled with my cum,” he commented.

I felt myself grow hot at the compliment, but my body felt too heavy to cover myself.

“Are you...are you on the pill or anything?” he asked. “I probably should’ve thought of that before, but I was kind of...busy. I can get you a plan b. We have plenty of those lying around for this day.”

I lazily shook my head. “I’m good. I’ve been on birth control since I was a teenager. Besides, I don’t think Supes can reproduce, can they?”

“We’ve been unsuccessful in that field thus far. Thank God.”

I started to chuckle, but it turned to a gasp as I felt him pulling his soft cock out of me. Even when it was soft, it was big. I could hardly believe all of that fit inside of me.

He took hold of my panties and pulled them down my legs, gazing at the mess he had left between them.

“That’s a fucking beautiful sight,” he commented. I rolled my eyes and tried to close my legs, but he quickly held them open. “No, let me see this for another little bit at least.”

“You’re fucking weird.”

“You just fucked me, what does that say about you?”

He eventually climbed back into his bed next to me. I could still hear the orgy raging on outside of the door. I chuckled to myself, causing Ben to look over at me and arch an eyebrow.

“I fucked a Supe at the Supe orgy,” I explained. “But just one Supe, and it was the guy who created the whole fucking thing. I was planning on leaving when I stumbled into your room.”

“Well, thank God you didn’t.”

He put an arm around me and pulled me into his chest.

“Maybe getting under someone does help you get over someone,” I said. “I don’t even remember my ex’s name now.”

His chest vibrated as he laughed. “That is a good thing. If you find yourself remembering, though, you know where I live. You can always come over and I’ll help you forget again.”

I looked up at him. “Really? This wasn’t a one time thing?”

“I don’t intend for it to be. Did you?” I shook my head. “Okay, good. Since we’re on the same page, my offer still stands. Although, the offer actually extends to any time you want to come over, for any reason. Not just for some rebound sex.”

“That’s a dangerous offer. In a house this big, a bed this big, I might never want to leave. I might just live in this bed, honestly.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

We both laughed as he pulled me in to kiss my forehead. I made a mental note to thank Maria for dragging me to the super-fuck party when I finally found her again. Turns out, it wasn’t such a bad time after all.

[ultravi0lence14]

BORDERLINE

SOLDIER BOY X SWEETHEART!READER

WARNINGS: soldier boy as a whole, mentions of drugs, crude language

SUMMARY: in a feeble attempt to thwart your crush on soldier boy, you decide to practice shooting a gun with him, realizing that the crush you have on him is on the borderline of obsession.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

the attraction you held for soldier boy was starting to become a problem.

it had been two weeks since you helped the boys rescue soldier boy from his cold induced sleep, and each waking second you were with him was getting worse and worse for your sanity.

although the man was a grade A jackass, he had this whit and charm about him that had you falling at his feet. it didn’t make it any better that he was totally hot. who cares if he was technically a grandpa, you were so far gone no one could bring you back.

you were gracing the borderline of obsession, and soldier boy would be a fool to have not noticed.

how could he not? you were always batting those pretty lashes at him, staring with those wide eyes when you thought he wasn’t looking, and always nervously biting your lip or stuttering over your words when he spoke to you.

ben thought you were adorable; with your glossy waves, short skirts and tight fitted tops. you were everything he found attractive, your personality just being the cherry on top.

so when he saw you, small denim skirt and tight tank top, making his dick harden, he realized that it was time to make a move.

you were staring down at butcher’s desk, looking at the gun he had given you to protect yourself. though there was a slight problem; you’ve never shot a gun in your life, and there was no way that butcher was going to teach you, even if you asked nicely.

“the guns not gonna bite ya’ babydoll,” the sound of soldier boys smug voice rang from behind you, making you stiffen. “c’mon, pick it up, i’ll teach ya’ how to use it.”

the apples of your cheeks reddened, slowly looking at the weapon and back at soldier boy. “you don’t need to do this ben, i don’t want to inconvenience you.” your words made his jaw clench. it wasn’t even the fact that you used his real name — a small gesture that made his stomach tighten. but it was the fact that you thought the mere idea of him helping you would be annoying to him.

you could never annoy him.

never.

you were the only person in this stupid group he could stand to be around.

“you could never annoy me, babydoll. now c’mon,” he spoke, reaching across you to grab the gun and stopping a breath away from your face, his nose basically touching yours. “you need to learn how to shoot, protect yourself from the fuckers out in the world.” he implemented his words with a sultry kiss on your cheek, the smell of weed and something distinctly soldier boy hoarding your senses as he pulled away and walked towards the shooting range in the building.

standing in place, your eyes were wide as you recounted what just happened. did he really just kiss you on the cheek? face so close to yours you could taste the earthy drug on his breath? it was all so intoxicating. so much so you didn’t even notice the man in question standing by the office’s entrance, a smug smile on his face.

“you comin’ babydoll? or do i need to haul you over my shoulder and carry you myself?” the imagery of your ass on full display as you were flung over his shoulder made the knot in ben’s spine stiffen, having mentally stop himself from getting a hard on as you walked sheepishly closer to him.

the walk to the secluded gun range was silent, your brain running ramped with how close soldier boy was to you; while ben tried to stop himself from pushing you against a wall and kissing you senseless.

as the two of you walked into the stuffy room, your eyes instantly roaming around to notice multiple targets with an onslaught of bullet holes in them. a long, stretching metal table to stand behind was glaring at you, glass panes dull without light reflecting off of them.

with a breeze of nonchalance and arrogance, solider boy walked over to the table and adjusted the gun in his palms. he fiddled with the clip, smacking it on the table and making sure all the bullets were in perfectly.

when he clicked it back into place, the man of the hour in your mind adjusted the safety off before aiming the gun upwards and shooting a couple of bullets at the target.

the loud sound made you plug your ears and jump in shock, but you also couldn’t help but notice how he landed his shots perfectly on the targets skull each time.

it was hot, watching him shoot a gun so effortlessly. yet you also couldn’t help but scold yourself at the thoughts twirling around your brain. how you wished he would kiss you senseless, be as reckless with you as he was with that gun while he pounded into your-

“get that pretty ass over here babydoll,” soldier boy grinned out, crooking a finger in a come hither motion. “gonna start our lessons nice and easy”

timidly, you walked over to the smirking man, gasping as his one arm snaked out and gripped your waist to pull you into him. your noses were brushing each other, breaths mingling as ben leaned forward and quickly nipped at your bottom lip.

no time to even react, soldier boy maneuvered your bodies so he was caging you in between the table and his body — his big arms wrapped around you in a snug and protective shield.

“first of all,” he started, whispering in your ear as you looked down at the gun in front of you. “this is how you grip a gun.” he showed you the proper ways to hold it, demonstrating and explaining through the proper technique as you tried to listen and not let your brain explode. “does that make sense, babydoll?”

his question caught you off guard, for you’d been staring at his veiny arms instead of listening.

with a sheepish nod, you grabbed the gun and held it in the same position he had. the feeling of his hands gripping tightly onto your waist made you coil tight in anticipation, and the ragged pull of his breath against your ear had yours catching in your throat.

“good fuckin’ girl.” he rasped out, the feeling of his smirk tickling your earlobe. “such a good listener for me, hmm?”

a sheepish nod filtered from your bones, leaving soldier boy to playfully kiss at your neck as his arms wrapped around yours. “now this is how ya do it.” he murmured in your ear, lifting your arms up while his big hands encompassed yours. “keep steady, aim straight at your target, and squeeze the trigger. though be careful ‘bout the recoil pretty girl. as much as i’m always here to catch you, i don’t want you hurting yourself.

nothing came from your parted lips as you focused solely on aiming at the target. nog even the feeling of ben’s hands gripping yours and his arms intwined around your body could shake the wave of concentration that coursed through your body.

with a shaky breath, your finger jumped to squeeze the trigger. a jolt thrummed up your arms, the ricochet from the shot jolting your bones.

you hadn’t even realized you’d closed your eyes until you felt ben’s hands untangle themselves from yours, palms going to your shoulders and squeezing tightly.

“look at you, babydoll!” he praised, lips brushing the shell of your ear as you peaked your eyes open. “that’s my fuckin’ girl! right on the money!”

it took you a while to realize that your shoot had pierced directly through the targets chest, hitting exactly where their heart would lie beating in their bones.

letting out a deafening squeal, you jumped slightly on the spot, turning around and throwing your arms around soldier boy’s neck. “i did it!” you squeaked, feet lifting off the ground as ben spun you around in his grasp. “holy shit ben i did it!”

“yes you did baby” he murmured in your ear, placing you down on the table and spreading your legs so he could fit in between your thighs. “and now it’s time for your reward.”

his skillful tongue dove into your mouth, lips mashing against each other as the both of you indulged in a heated kiss. whatever crush you had on this man turned into full blown obsession as he gripped your hair in one hand, using the leverage to pull your head back and leave trails of kisses down your neck.

this maddening lust you held for him wasn’t going away soon. especially after you learned what his tongue and fingers felt like exploring your pussy.

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NAT BABBLES: first soldier boy fic. . . pls be nice to me🥹

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[voxmortuus]

Howdy! May I request prompt # 13 “{ trying } a new position with them” with soldier boy X reader? Please and thank you ☺️💚

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Soldier Boy x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Boys ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 428 ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Smut | P-i-V | Soldier boy and his foul mouth | New Position with Soldier Boy | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... It was short to the point... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @castiel ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

"Good God, Woman. You've got a fuckin' mouth on you..." He smirks looking down at you with his cock in your mouth.

Looking up at him you moan softly against his flesh, feeling yourself wet and wanting, needing and deeply desiring him. His jaw clenches as your tongue moves around his length. His hips thrust, and his hands grip your hair. Licking his lips he drops his head back and he growls softly. He's using you, just as much as you're using him. When he pulls you from his cock, it makes a popping sound, and you smirk.

"Whatcha doin? I wasn't done." you pout a bit.

He chuckles and looks over you. "We're gonna try something. Lay on the side of the bed, face the window. Keep your legs pressed together. It's called the Corkscrew... Don't question, just do it." He states.

Lifting a brow you nod, and do just as you were told. Laying there, you were comfortable. Pressing your thighs together he slips his slick hard cock between your lower folds and slips right on into your warm, wet, velvet hole. You gasp, and out of instinct, your hips start moving ever so slightly.

"Fuckin hell, now there's the fuckin spot." He mused slightly.

"I like this angle." you smirked.

"Such a tight little slut." He states.

His hips start moving quickly, fast, hard, and reaching forward he reaches between your legs and rubs your bud as he's fucking you hard and fast. Your moans are loud and escaping into the air. He growled heavily.

"That's right, moan for me. Make it loud bitch." He smirked

His wording caught you off guard, but fuck was it working. You gripped the bed in one hand, and his arm in the other as your moans escaped a little louder. His eyes closed as yours did as well, your mouth open, moans just escaping as his thrusts were unforgivably fast and hard.

With a finish on the cusp of things, shall we say that this new position was a success? He pulled from you and turned you on your back, releasing on your stomach he kept playing with your bud as you both road out your finish. Screams and quivers, he looks down at you and smirked.

"Good girl, now go shower, and start on dinner." he states.

With a chuckle, honestly, you didn't mind, took you a moment to find your footing, but you took no time to make sure that this man had what he needed. He deserved it, at least in your eyes he did.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Jensen Asking For A Puppy

Pairing: Jensen x reader

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Jensen had been strange all throughout dinner but you couldn’t put your finger on it. When you were halfway through dessert and one last drink he leaned over the table and you saw he had his puppy dog eyes on.

“Ackles. Tell me you did not take me out to my favorite restaurant to butter me up.”

“Me? I would never,” he said innocently, his cheeks soft, eyes big. “I’m just admiring your beauty.”

“Nah this ain’t cute as shit Jensen tonight. This is up to something Jensen. Spill or I’m not letting you past first base,” you said, eating a piece of cake.

“I just…was thinking…maybe…we could get a puppy and I already found this really cute one at the rescue yesterday and I put a hold on him and he’s so adorable and he’s a little dog but so fluffy and I figured we could adopt him cause I don’t like you being home alone and you don’t like being home alone and we’re supposed to pick him up at nine in the morning and then take him to the vet which I already have scheduled and here’s a picture cause he’s so cute.” He held a phone in front of your face as you blinked slowly, Jensen holding up a tiny dog with a big smile on his face. “How do you say no to that face?”

“Jensen. Did you adopt a dog without talking to me? At all?”

“Yes but I didn’t mean to. I just went to see how it all works and I looked at the dogs and he just…that’s my guy.” You rolled your eyes, Jensen tucking his phone away and back to giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“I thought you wanted to get me some big dog to defend me or something.”

“He’s small but he’ll protect you. Please? I know I should have talked to you first but-“

“Why that dog.”

“He’s my guy.”

“Jensen. Why. That. Dog. You were very adamant about wanting a big dog.”

“Well he was gonna get put down. He has anxiety and his past two owners didn’t like that. He’s been hard to adopt out but we can handle something like that. I know-“

“Shush. You’re an idiot. We’re adopting him. Just…let me join in next time you sweet ridiculous man. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said, sitting back in his seat with a big smile. “Can do sweetie.”

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[daughterofcain-67]

𝑅𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after getting dumped by a guy you'd been talking to, you decided there wasn't much of a point in looking for love. You were better off just staying home and drinking while watching your comfort shows. well... perhaps the sheriff may be able to change your mind.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader gets dumped, alcohol, friends to lovers, smut MINORS DNI, Soft!Dom Beau, pet names (Sweetheart, Darlin(g) Princess, etc.) oral (fm receiving), cuffs, unprotected intimacy (reader's on birth control). Overstimulation. I think that's it???

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey guys, bare with me as this is my second smut. If anyone has any tips on how to better my writing when it comes to this sort of content please feel free to comment. Any advice is appreciated.

What was the point of getting all dolled up for someone that wasn't even going to give you the time of day?

You'd been trying to go on some dates here and there since it had been a while since you'd given it a shot. Besides, everyone deserved to have a little love in their life right? Why would you be an exception? You had plenty of things to offer. You were smart, and you were at least decent looking. Granted, you were no model or anything like that, but you didn't look like a potato grew arms and legs or anything. You took care of yourself, you were educated and had a decent job that you actually enjoyed. You thought you had a pretty good sense of humor and you at least tried to get along with everyone you met.

So what was stopping you when it came to finding a long term relationship?

About two months ago you downloaded a little dating app that Jenny Hoyt was telling you about. She recommended it because she claimed it was helping her at least talk to more people before she got back onto the dating scene. Now she was in a relationship with someone who was also a Private Investigator.

If it worked for Jenny, why couldn't it work for you?

So you gave it a shot.

A few days after you had downloaded the app you had started talking to a guy. His name was Preston. You didn’t expect anything to happen so fast and you didn’t want to get attached. Quick attachment was both dangerous and a little unrealistic, but you still found yourself getting excited to message him and you smiled every time you got a notification from him. When you two called you started to grow fond of hearing his voice before you went to bed. He had an adorable southern drawl that sounded like he was from the southern part of North Carolina and it cute whenever he said your name over the phone.

The both of you had even video called on numerous occasions so you knew what he looked like and he knew what you looked like. He was handsome and you thought the two of you would make the cutest couple if he ever asked you to be his girlfriend. Honestly you thought you could even be willing to move out of state just to be closer to Preston if things ever got serious.

The past two months flew by so fast and you were growing more and more fond of Preston. When he said he was going on a road trip and Montana was one of his stops, he said he wanted to meet you in person and that there was something he wanted to tell you. That excited you even more and you couldn't wait to find out what he wanted to say!

Preston told you when he was finally in Montana that morning and he would see you in a couple of hours. You had told him which diner to meet you at and when the time came you were practically on the edge of your seat. But as the time went on, he was about ten minutes late - which was fine, you had assumed maybe he got lost.

Then ten minutes became twenty. Then thirty. Then three hours suddenly flew by and that was when you finally got a notification on your phone.

The message Preston left you was heart breaking.

"Y/N, I'm sorry to have to do this... I wanted to tell you in person but I'm not good at this kind of thing. I just don't think we can work out. I just don't think we can really be that compatible with each other. It was nice talking to you, but it's time to move on... I'm sorry"

Before you even had the chance to type out a response, Preston had blocked you on practically everything. You couldn't even ask if there was anything you could do to at least try changing his mind.

And all of this brings you to where you are now...

With slightly puffy eyes and a reddened nose, you had just entered the closest liquor store. At least now you could see since the tears had stopped for the time being. You were roaming around the aisles, trying to decide how fucked up you wanted to get that night since you didn't have anything to do tomorrow. Then you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

You glanced over and you saw one of the sweetest women known to mankind was in the liquor store with you. Denise had the biggest smile on her face as she walked over in your direction, but her smile faltered the closer she got and her brows knitted with concern. That was your sign she must've noticed you'd been crying in your car for the past thirty minutes.

"Awe, sweetie.. you look terrible! Did something happen? Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked and you shook your head a little.

"Thanks, but no ma'am. It's just some allergies." You lied, though you doubted it was a believable story.

Nevertheless, the assistant at Dewell and Hoyt Private Investigations pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before adjusting her cardigan a little but the look of concern never left her face. You had told her you were talking with someone on the phone, so she knew you had some little app like Jenny had and Denise had been so excited for you. It had been a while since she'd seen you happy over a boy.

"Allergies... Sweetie if it's allergies, I don't think those wine coolers will do the trick if it's an allergic reaction to a fractured heart." She frowned and you could feel your eyes water again and you looked down at the wine coolers you'd been looking at when she noticed you.

"Recommend anything a little stronger?" You asked, trying not to have your voice crack.

Denise frowned a little, but she took you by the hand and the two of you walked over to a different section.

"What are you doing here anyways, Denise? I didn't take you for a drinker." You said and the woman smiled a little.

"I was just picking up wine to cook with. Then maybe another bottle to have a glass with a good book." She admitted, causing you to grin a little.

When the two of you made it to the selection of vodkas, you started looking at the different brands before you picked up a bottle of Absolut Vanilla and you looked over at Denise.

"I hope your cooking goes well. You'll have to tell me what you made next time I come over to the PI's office and see you." You said and Denise nodded.

"Just make sure you message me when you get home. The waterworks is dangerous for driving too." She warned and you chuckled a little before you nodded. Even when your heart was broken, this woman could still somehow make you smile.

"I will." You promised.

"The ache will pass, sweetie. There's plenty of people out there waiting for the right one, even some locals." She said and she gave you a soft hug, which you returned. Then when she let go, she gave your arm a little reassuring squeeze before she walked off to the wine section.

As for you, you went to the register and bought the bottle you wanted before you walked out of the store, paper bag in hand. Finally, you could go home and drink in peace and try to forget all about this disaster, forget about love altogether even.

Beau was sitting down at is desk, gaze downcast at the paperwork he'd been filling out related to an investigation that's been closed that afternoon. It didn't help much that his back ached because he had to chase a perp on foot that afternoon since he was a suspect for a different case.

Just as he closed the file, Beau heard his phone beginning to ring. He groaned a little to himself before he took his phone and looked at the caller ID only to grin when he realized it was Denise. He answered the call and lifted the phone to his ear.

"Denise! I thought you'd be at home relaxing, what are you doing calling me so late?" Beau asked as he looked at the computer screen in front of him to look at the rest of the work he needed to do.

"Hey Beau, on your way home tonight can you do me a favor? It's about Y/N."

Once Beau heard your name slip through the speaker he stopped what he was doing so he could pay attention to Denise.

"What's going on with her? Is she alright?"

"Calm down, Cowboy. She's okay. I just need you to do a little wellness check on your way home tonight."

Beau looked at the time on the computer screen and he realized he was about to head home anyway after printing off some work he could take with him, "Looks like you caught me at a good time. I'm about to head out in a few minutes anyway. When did you last hear from Y/N?"

"Oh just a few minutes ago here at the liquor store. I was picking up some cooking wine when I saw her and Beau.. she really needs someone to talk to. She wasn't hysterical or anything, but she does seem to have an easier time talking with you about things." Beau rubbed the back of his neck at Denise's words.

"I'm not sure what gave you that idea." Beau chuckled a little but Denise scoffed.

"Oh don't give me that. You and I both know better than that." She said.

"If you say so. But I can stop by before heading home tonight." The sheriff promised with one last chuckle.

"Thanks Beau. I knew I could count on you. I'll talk to you soon, 'kay?" And with that, Denise hung up the phone.

Beau shifted his eyes at a picture on his desk. It was an image of you, him, Denise, Jenny and Cassie. The five of you had taken that after a state fair the previous year. He'd originally gone alone that year since he wanted to find something to do that night since it had been your day off. Then he ran into you since you were by yourself too. Then somewhere along the way you both had ran into Cassie, Jenny and Denise and the five of you spent that evening together.

You had always been sweet to him ever since he came into town. The both of you hit it off pretty well and he'd ended up inviting you to several movie nights whether it was with just him or if it was with Jenny, Cassie and Denise included. And all of this was while Beau was here as a temporary sheriff, but the more he was around you, the more Beau was finding a reason to stay here indefinitely.

Beau had to admit, he had a soft spot for you. Well, maybe it was more than just a little spot but he didn't think you'd be interested so it's just better if he put those feelings on a shelf. And if Denise called him to do a wellness check on you, something must've been wrong.

Beau got up from his desk after he'd started printing off whatever he needed to and he shut off the computer. Once he had everything together, he grabbed his jacket and paperwork that was now in a folder and he was out of the door before he made it to his car.

Finally, after leaving the station Beau made it to your house. He parked the car and got out before he started looking around the premises just incase something was wrong. Nothing seemed to be out of place, and there didn't seem to be any red flags when it came to the exterior of the house but he wanted to be thorough. When he walked up the porch he noticed the door was closed so it's not like anyone broke in from what he noticed. So Beau lifted a hand and gently knocked on the door.

He heard the sound of a TV going as well as a thump and Beau heard you curse from the other side of the door. A couple of seconds later the door opened up and Beau saw you rubbing your shin a little before standing upright. You were wearing nothing but a hoodie and some biker shorts, your hair was in a messy bun and he could tell you were trying to recover from crying, though you'd taken your makeup off already so the mascara wouldn't run down your face.

"You okay, Darlin?" Beau asked and he caught a whiff of some alcohol on your person.

"Yeah, just hit my shin getting up from the couch. Something I can help you with Beau?" You asked as you leaned your head against the door.

Beau noticed your cheeks were a little red but you were still able to annunciate your words. So maybe you were a little buzzed since you didn't seem to be drunk at the moment. You still had your senses about you, at least he hoped so.

"Um.. Denise asked me to check up on you. She seemed worried about you. Is... it okay if I come in?" Beau asked and you nodded a little before letting go of the door and you started walking back over to the couch.

"She really shouldn't be worried. I'm alright." Beau heard you say as he shut the door. Then he walked over and sat down beside you on the couch.

"Sweetheart, a person that's 'okay' doesn't just show up teary eyed at a liquor store intent on drinking alone." He replied and he turned the bottle around to take a look at what you were drinking.

"And drinking vanilla vodka no less. I might've gone for whisky myself." From the corner of his eye, Beau watched you shrug a little. Then he sat up again and looked at you.

"So... you gonna tell me what's going on?"

You sighed a little as you took another sip of the vodka before setting your glass down. You stared blankly at the TV that was just playing an episode of Friends since you weren't sure what else to put on.

"It's stupid. You'll think it was a waste of time for Denise to even have told you to come and check on me." You said and Beau put his hand on one of yours, covering the top of it.

"It's not a waste of time. Whatever you're going through, it matters. No matter how big or small the issue is, your feelings matter. You don't need to invalidate yourself because you think it's a waste of someone's time."

You looked at him, not sure why he felt the need to tell you something like that. But whatever the reason, you could tell Beau was being genuine with you. Then again, you couldn't exactly recall a time when he ever lied to you about anything.

You sighed a little and you looked down at your phone that was laying on the coffee table next to the bottle of Absolut. The screen was black since you'd turned it off after letting Denise know you were home. Would Beau really care if you told him everything? Might as well tell him since he was here.

"It's just... I should have known dating apps were stupid and this guy was too good to be true." You said, then you proceeded to explain why you got the app in the first place and the ordeal with Preston that evening.

"Wait, if he wasn't going to tell you in person, why bother coming to Montana at all on his road trip?" Beau asked and you shook your head.

"I don't know...."

Beau softened at the defeated tone in your voice. He reached out and wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. You didn't resist and Beau felt you relax against his touch as he placed a soft kiss on your head.

"I'm just so tired of being alone.... This isn't where I wanted to be in life right now." You said.

"And where did you think you'd be?" Beau asked as his fingers started running through your hair softly as he massaged your scalp.

"I thought that if I wasn't married by now... I'd at least be in a serious relationship with the right guy. Like yeah I'm independent, I have a great job and it's not bad living by myself. It's not like I desperately need to have a man in my life but.. being alone gets tiring. It just sucks after a while." You began.

"It gets too quiet in the house sometimes and it's just nice to have someone to come home to. It's nice to actually feel wanted by someone. I thought I'd be in a relationship with a guy that if I'm home before he is after work, I could be in the kitchen doing whatever task and he'd be the guy to surprise me out of the blue with some flowers, maybe he'd turn off the water if I'm in the middle of dishes and he'd pull me into his arms and dance with me right there in the kitchen just because we could." You continued and you could feel your eyes starting to water up and burn with tears again.

"But that shit's not in the cards for me and I get it now. I must be defective or something." You scoffed and got up from leaning against Beau, rubbing one of your eyes with the palm of one of your hands. Then you reached over to grab your glass again but then a large hand grabbed your wrist, preventing you from drinking anymore.

You turned your head to look over at Beau, who's gaze seemed to soften and he pulled your wrist softly which caused you to stop reaching over for the vodka. Then you felt him let go of your wrist and he reached up before he started wiping whatever tears you'd missed from your cheeks.

"You aren't defective. Far from it." Beau spoke with such sincerity that you almost wanted to believe it.

"You're saying that because we're friends..." You rolled your eyes and looked away at the TV screen.

Beau's jaw tensed and he cupped your face in his hands before he made you look at him again.

"I'm not just saying that. You should know by now that I wouldn't lie to you." he insisted and you looked down at the space in between you.

"Then what's wrong with me?" You whispered and closed your eyes, doing your best to stop anymore tears from forming. You were so tired of crying, tired of feeling this way.

Beau watched you divert your gaze away again but this time he didn't force your gaze to look at him. Instead, he carefully pulled you into him again and let your head go back to his shoulder.

"Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N. I hate that some random asshole on a stupid app made you feel this way. Any guy would be lucky to be with you. It would be a privilege to be with someone like you. You have so much to offer, and if what's-his-face couldn't see that then all it means is he's to ignorant to realize what he walked out on, or he's clearly incapable of seeing a good thing even when it's right in front of him like other people." Beau said as his hand rested against the back of your head.

"I just feel like whatever person I'm supposed to be with is just stuck in a different timeline. I can't find him no matter how hard I try." You sighed, but this time your voice didn't sound quite as broken which was something you were grateful for.

"Maybe.. maybe you just need to look in a couple of different places. Or maybe..." Beau trailed off, nearly hesitant.

"Maybe..?"

"Maybe... the sort of person you're looking for might be closer to you than you think they are."

You slowly lifted your head from Beau's shoulder and you looked at the sheriff. Your eyes met with his and there was a lingering silence between you before you found yourself looking at his lips. Would it be wrong of you to wonder what his lips would feel like against yours?

You looked up into his eyes again and placed a soft hand on his chest, "Maybe... you could help me look in the right places for that person."

Beau nearly couldn't believe his ears, and the way you were looking at him almost made him wonder if he was dreaming this up in this head. Maybe he was at the station again slumped over sleeping at his desk or something.

The moment you started getting closer, Beau relaxed and put a hand on your cheek, "I'll show you more than that, Darlin... only if you let me."

After you nodded, Beau slowly leaned in before his lips barely grazed over yours, giving you a chance to pull away if you had second thoughts. You, on the other hand, put a hand on his cheek before deepening the kiss and let him know there wouldn't be second thoughts.

The kiss started sweet, slow and gentle. Beau was so careful with you, almost like he was scared he'd break you but he loved the way your lips felt against his own. You loved how sweet Beau was with you in this moment and you couldn't help but melt all because of a kiss. You didn't know how long you've been kissed, but this felt more right than anything you'd done before. But it wasn't long before the swirling feeling in your stomach made you want a little more.

With your lips still attached, you slowly moved to where one thigh went over Beau's lap and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him. He placed one of his large hands on your thigh while the other was behind your neck as if trying to pull you closer into the kiss. You could tell he was still trying to be careful and not push any boundaries, so you reached down and moved his hand from your thigh and pulled it up to where it was on your hip and you slid forward into him so where both your cores touched.

Beau let out a soft groan against your lips before he pulled away and he looked up at you again. You looked down at him, confusion on your face.

"Is something wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing's wrong, Sweetheart. It's just that.. you've been drinking and I don't want this to turn into something you regret later on. Are you sure this is something you want?" Beau asked.

"Beau, it takes a lot more than a glass and a half of vodka to make me delirious and incapable of making decisions with a sound mind. You caught me before I got to that point and I'm okay right now. Whatever happens tonight... I won't regret it. It'll be a sober choice so there's nothing for you to feel bad about. I promise." You reassured in a whisper, then you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

After that, Beau seemed to be a little less tense beneath your touch now that he knew you were sober enough to consent to whatever would happen next. The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of you and make you uncomfortable. Beau leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before he started kissing up your neck gently. He smiled against your skin at the way you'd giggle at the way his beard would tickle your neck.

"Ticklish, are we?" He asked and you blushed a little.

"Maybe just a little sensitive." You confessed and Beau hummed a little before he leaned in and kissed you again.

This time, with this kiss Beau seemed to have more certainty in his actions. He was still just as gentle as before but this time it was like he had a little more ambition. It was more than a chaste kiss to start. He tilted his head and you could feel the tip of his tongue lightly graze your bottom lip as if asking permission to slip inside. As soon as your lips parted, you felt his tongue slip past and he kissed you deeply like it was his personal mission to take your breath away.

As he kissed you, you could feel your heartbeat hasten. Goosebumps were starting to form on your arms with the adrenaline you were beginning to feel. You hadn't been kissed like this in so long that you'd practically forgotten what it felt like. Your cheeks were heating up and your hands went to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair at the base of his neck.

Beau loved the way your fingers felt in his hair. If he could melt in your arms he could right then and there and he didn't want this feeling to go away. You kissed him back with passion and he was glad things didn't seem to be one sided at least for tonight. You deserved to be loved, deserved to be shown just how beautiful you were.

He slowly let one of his hands slip beneath your hoodie and he realized you weren't wearing a shirt underneath. The second he felt your skin beneath his fingertips he felt like he could get lost in you. What caught him by surprise though, was when you wrapped your pretty lips around his tongue and sucked on it softly. It was like you were trying to make him lose all the self control he had.

Beau placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him, letting your cores touch again that way you could feel exactly what you were doing to him. You moaned against his mouth and around his tongue before he pulled away from your lips.

"Rock..."

You were just as breathless as Beau was but all it took was that simple word and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. You slowly began to move your hips and you could feel the hardness beneath his jeans against the thin material of your biker shorts. You were already beginning to feel his affect over you but this took things to a different level as you felt him against your clothed core. He already felt so hard and so big and rocking against him like this was enough to drive you crazy.

Your thighs were already beginning to shake when Beau put both his hands on your hips and pulled you down herder against him. You moaned softly as he moved your hips and you felt even more of him and once Beau hit a certain spot, you gripped down on his covered shoulders.

"B-Beau..."

"Steady now, Sweetheart. Keep going. You can do this." He said sweetly though his movements were getting faster and he started to move his hips up into you.

You were beginning to moan a little louder as you continued to let Beau rub your cunt against his bulge and your thighs were shaking a little more and you gripped down harder on his jacket. Your movements were becoming more erratic and you were so close to coming undone.

"Beau, I'm-"

"Go ahead, Princess. Don't hold back."

As soon as he said those words, you came undone in your biker shorts. You could feel the wetness soaking the clothes between your legs as your core throbbed around nothing. Your legs shook against him, but Beau let his hands gently rub over your thighs in a soothing fashion.

"I'm so sorry... that's so embarrassing." You said and hid your face in your hands, causing Beau to chuckle before he took your hands away from your face and kissed your palms.

"Don't hide from me, Y/N. And don't be sorry... that was perfect. You did amazing for me." You nodded a little but you still felt flustered.

"Where's your bedroom, Sweetheart?" He asked as he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

"U-Upstairs. First room." You stammered, though you were getting the feeling that he was far from done with you.

Beau lifted you up in his arms with little to no effort at all and he carried you up to your bedroom. He felt your soft lips against his neck and he smiled to himself. He had no clue you could be adorable in times like this, and he couldn't wait to make tonight all about you.

Once he stepped into your bedroom, he walked over to your mattress and carefully laid you down. When you let go and he got a better look at you, he swore his heart was about to leap from his chest. Your cheeks were dusted with pink and your lips were swollen from his kisses. You were so cute like this.

"Would it... be okay if I undressed you, Darlin?" Beau asked.

"Only if I get to see you too." You compromised and Beau smiled as you sat up.

You reached up and started with the sheriff's jacket. You slid it off his shoulders and Beau tossed it onto the floor somewhere. Then you started to unbutton his flannel shirt only to reveal his chest but before you could slide it off his shoulders and get a better look, Beau took your hands to stop you.

"Your turn, Sweetheart." He said and you nodded a little.

Beau reached down and carefully gripped the bottom of your hoodie before he slowly began to pull it up. Once the hoodie was over your head, you could feel your body grow cold but you quickly crossed your arms over your chest covering them up since you didn't have a bra under your hoodie. The next thing you knew, Beau held one of your hands but didn't pull them away from your chest - instead he gave you a soft gaze.

"Y/N... I told you already. Don't hide from me." He said as he let his thumb graze over your knuckles.

Your cheeks flushed again but you nodded a little before you slowly pulled your arms down from your chest so he could get a better look at you.

"God... you're so pretty, Sweetheart." Beau said when he saw you. He couldn't get enough of you when he saw you like this. You were so breathtaking and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

He leaned down and you laid down on the bed as he started to hover over you. But when Beau leaned down next to your ear, you bit your lip at the way his breath felt against your skin as he spoke.

"If you hide from me again, then I'll have to do something about those pretty little hands of yours." He said as he kissed your temple again.

That statement alone made you get butterflies in your stomach. A part of you couldn't help but be a little curious about what he would do but you wanted to comply. When he pulled away, you looked up at him and you swore you were seeing some kind of vision above you.

Beau hadn't turned the light on when he brought you into the bedroom, and the curtains of your window were opened so the moonlight was hitting him just right and he looked absolutely divine hovering over you like this.

"Fuck.." You breathed out as you took in the sight of him, just for Beau to chuckle.

Beau bit down on his bottom lip before he started to take off his flannel shirt since you'd unbuttoned it already. You're eyes widened when he slipped the material off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere with the jacket. You had no idea he would look this good. His top half was a sight to see and you couldn't believe this was real. You slowly reached up and let your fingertips touch his chest before it trailed down his abs.

"God I must be hallucinating this whole thing." You said and Beau chuckled a little before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

"Believe me, you aren't." Beau promised before he pulled away from you and he slowly started to kiss down your neck again.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N... gorgeous in every way." Beau whispered between kisses.

You could feel his kisses grow hot and the feeling of his teeth against your skin made you feel almost ecstatic. His mouth continued to trail down your body and the next thing you knew, you felt his hot breath over one of your breasts, causing you to shiver before his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, making your breath get caught in your throat. Then, Beau's other hand glided up the skin of your stomach before it cupped your other breast in his palm. He gave your mound a little squeeze before he took your erect nipple between his fingers and pinched it softly, causing you to moan his name.

With every movement of his mouth and every pinch he gave, you could feel yourself losing your mind. You squeezed your thighs together as he switched and gave your opposite breast his attention. His tongue swirled around your nipple. Both nipples were growing hard beneath his touch because of his actions and soft little whimpers were making their way past your lips.

"Beau.. y-your mouth feels so good." You breathed out as one of your hands went to the back of his head in an attempt to bring him closer.

After a few moments, Beau moved away from your chest and his kisses trailed down your stomach before he stopped. His hands were at the waistband of your biker shorts and he looked up at you.

"You doing okay, Princess? Do you want to keep going?" He asked and you nodded instantly.

"God yes..."

Beau smirked up at you and the moment you saw it, it about killed you. Even his smirk could make you weak in the knees.

Beau found it adorable how easy it was to get you flustered. You were so adorable like this and he loved the affect he had over you. He bit down on his lip as you slowly lifted your hips and he tugged down your shorts, revealing your glistening core that was still wet from your previous high.

Before he could get a good look at it though and spread your legs, your hands flew down to cover them up again, making Beau glare up at you.

"What did I tell you about that?" He asked you and you bit your lip.

"S-Sorry, I couldn't help it." You admitted but Beau shook his head a little.

"I told you, I'd have to do something about those hands if you covered yourself like that again, Princess." He reminded as he reached behind his back.

"Give me your wrists." He said in a way that told you this wasn't up for debate and he pulled out his handcuffs that had been in the back pocket of his jeans.

Flustered and speechless, you nodded. When you offered your wrists to Beau, he took them and put the cuffs on one of your wrists, looped it around a part of your headboard before hooking the other cuff around your second wrist, leaving you helpless with both your arms above your head so you couldn't try hiding yourself from him again.

"How does that feel, Princess. Are they too tight?" He asked and you shook your head.

"N-No. They feel fine." You promised.

"Good." He nodded a little before he went back to your lower half.

Then, he parted your thighs so he could get a better look at you. Your folds seemed to drip with your arousal and release and Beau couldn't help but ache in his jeans at the sight of you like this.

"So damn stunning..." He breathed out as he slowly kissed from one of your knees down your thigh. Then, he started to nip at your skin the closer he got to your core.

Beau settled between your legs and draped your thighs over his shoulders before he let his tongue gently glide through your folds as slow as possible. He groaned at the tase of you and his length twitched in his pants because of it. He didn't think he'd ever tasted something so heavenly and your moans sounded so pretty in his ears as he continued to lick through your folds.

You were trying your damn best not to lose control of yourself, but Beau's mouth did absolute wonders on your body. His tongue went through your folds so effortlessly and it felt like pure ecstasy. Without even realizing it, you were beginning to raise your hips in an effort to get closer to his mouth. But the moment he found that special little bundle of nerves, it was over.

"Fuck, Beau." You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it.

Then, you started feeling something poking at your entrance. With a slow thrust, while Beau's mouth was working its magic, he took his finger and slipped inside of your core with ease. He curled up his finger and found your spot almost instantly.

The way he moved his finger was so blissful mixed with the work of his tongue. You could feel his beard scraping between your thighs, making them burn in the best way possible. After a while, Beau slipped a second finger into you, making your core stretch around his fingers. You moaned softly and your hands turned into fists above your head. You wished you had listened so you could run your fingers through Beau's hair.

"Beau-fuck.. please, d-don't stop." You pleaded and when you tried to raise your hips again, Beau took his free hand and pinned you down to the mattress and started to devour you as if he'd never get another chance.

Beau couldn't get enough of the way you sounded, couldn't get enough of your taste. If he could, he would absolutely drown himself in you. He slipped a third finger inside you and you moaned even louder for him. He could feel your legs beginning to shake around his head as his fingers curled and hit that sweet spot of yours again.

He pulled his lips away from your clit and he looked up at you, seeing you struggling against your restraints. Your cheeks were so red and your face looked so adorable like this when you felt good from just his fingers alone. He loved watching the way your body was squirming against him, watching the way you were moving your hips into his hand but then he started to feel your walls clench around his three fingers.

"B-Beau, I'm c-close.."

"Go ahead Princess. Relax and let it happen. Let go of yourself on my fingers." He encouraged as he kept his pace steady.

Then, Beau watched in awe at the way you came undone all over his fingers. He slowed the pace of his hand and used the other to rub your thighs soothingly before he finally pulled his fingers out of your sensitive core.

"You did so well for me, Beautiful." Beau whispered before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You hummed into his mouth, not caring that you could taste yourself on his lips. His kisses were so addicting and if you could, you wondered if you could kiss him forever.

Unfortunately you couldn't find that out because Beau had pulled away from your lips and when you opened your eyes, you realized he was grabbing a key from his pocket. He reached up and unlocked the cuffs, releasing your wrists and without hesitation you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him again.

He gasped in surprise but he relaxed against your touch and closed his eyes again. He let his clean hand cup your cheek before he pulled away and he looked down at you.

You already looked so worn out in the prettiest way possible and he almost didn't want to ask if you wanted to keep going because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. But when Beau felt your fingers hook themselves around his belt loops to pull him closer, he knew he needed to say something.

"Y/N... if you let me do this I can't turn back." Beau warned you, but you reached your hand up and caressed his cheek.

"Who says I want you to turn back? I want you to keep going, Beau. I trust you." You whispered and moved a stray hair away from his face.

Beau smiled softly before he leaned down and let your noses nuzzle together in a little eskimo kiss before he pecked your lips before he pulled away. Then he reached down to start unbuckling his belt, but that was when he felt your smaller hands over his own.

"Let me do it." You told him as you sat up.

Beau bit down on his lip as he took his hands away and let you start to unbuckle his belt. Your hands were so delicate and he smiled to himself as he watched you start to unbutton his jeans and unzip them. Your reaction when you slid his jeans down was priceless. He didn't think you could possibly get any redder until you saw what was under his jeans.

"You're cute when you're flustered, you know that Sweetheart?" He asked and you bit your lip and looked up at him again.

"Are you sure it'll fit?" You asked.

After all, you had never seen a shape that large even if it was covered up by his boxers. You had to admit it was a little intimidating, but then you felt Beau move a strand of hair from your face.

"It it ever gets to be too much, you can always tell me to slow down or stop." Beau promised and you nodded a little.

"Lay back down for me, Princess." He said and you did so obediently before he started hovering over you.

"Do you have any protection, Sweetheart?" He asked and you shook your head a little.

"I'm on the pill. You'll be okay." You insisted and he nodded a little.

You gazed at him as he started to slide his boxers down and finally revealed himself. You gulped harshly, unsure if you'd ever seen anything quite like him. Scratch that, you were positive you hadn't seen a man quite that size.

Beau hovered over you again and you spread your legs out for him. As he lowered his hips into yours, your breath got caught in your throat again. His shaft slid between your folds and it felt so good against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on the feeling of him rubbing against you and your hands roamed up from his forearms up to his shoulders before you wrapped them around his back.

"Beau.. don't be a tease. Please.." You whispered your plea as you kissed his collar bone.

Beau smiled to himself when he heard your soft spoken words before he nodded a little. After that, he took his length and carefully pushed the tip against your entrance. Then he finally pushed it in and your walls wrapped around him in the best way possible. Beau let out a groan at the way you felt around him, so warm and tight despite having stretched you out.

"Fuck, Y/N... you're so damn perfect." He breathed out.

You moaned in pleasure at the stretch. He already felt so good inside you and you loved the way he sounded because of you. You didn't think you were capable of making someone feel this good, but it felt so reassuring. Rejuvenating even.

After a couple of seconds, Beau slid more of himself inside you and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming at the pleasure of it all. You could already fill him so deep inside of you and you knew this was past the point of return for the both of you. You reached beside your head and gripped onto the sheets of your mattress as you tried to adjust to his size again.

The moment Beau finally pushed the rest of himself into you though, you white-knuckled the sheets and cried out his name. This feeling was so much more than you could fathom and you felt breathless with the pleasure of having Beau filling you up to the brim like this. You didn’t think you’d ever felt this stuffed in your life.

“H-Holy shit…” Beau grunted, loving the way you sounded as he filled you completely to the brim. When he looked down at you, he gulped harshly at the sight of a bulge showing in your stomach.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful.” He said and he lifted a hand before he pressed it down against your stomach. The both of you moaned in response to the way that pressure felt and Beau sure that if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose it right there.

Beau leaned down before he started to kiss your cheek, causing you to relax your grip on the sheets and he felt your gentle hands on his arms. Then he felt you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He placed one hand on your thigh and his other arm slid behind your back and pulled you closer into himself. Your chest was pressed against his and he could feel the way you hid your face into his neck as he stayed still inside you, letting you adjust to everything.

“Are you feeling okay, Princess?” He asked you softly, you nodded into his neck in response.

“Is it alright if I move?” Another nod came from you and he slowly began to move his hips.

Beau heard the sweetest sounds escape your lips as you whimpered softly with his slow movements. The friction between the two of you felt so good and he didn’t remember the last time he had felt so good with a woman. He continued to move slowly against you and he felt the way you started to grip at his shoulders. He hissed a little at the way your nails began to dig into his skin and he started to gradually move faster.

“Beau.. I-I need you to go faster.” You begged and Beau grunted deeply.

He paused for a moment before he parted your thighs from around his waist and pressed your knees against your chest. You screamed at the deeper angle and he started to move his hips faster. The sounds in the room were wet and lewd. When Beau looked down he could see you practically creaming around his cock. His length was covered with your slick and it was beginning to leak onto the sheets.

Your heart was racing and you felt like you were losing your mind. You walls were clenching around Beau’s length and you swore you were about to come undone again. The pit in your stomach was starting to tighten again and you felt like you were about to cum for a third time and you felt so sensitive as it is.

Beau felt beads of sweat start to roll down his temple as he continued to move. He bit down on his lip at the way your walls clenched around him so tightly. He could feel your body trembling beneath him before he started to slam himself into you again. He started thrusting even faster, deeper and Beau couldn’t restrain himself anymore.

“God, Y/N… you’re too fucking good.” Beau cursed and he took one of your hands before placing it beside your head, holding your wrist to the mattress.

“Beau, I can’t h-hold it. C-Close.” You warned and Beau nodded.

“Can’t hold it either. Give it to me, Sweetheart. Need you to come undone on me like.” Beau said though his voice was strained.

You listened to his words and you focused on the way Beau pounded into you. You focused on how deep he felt inside you, how he hit even the deepest parts of you that made you see stars. The next thing you knew, Beau had his fingers on your clit again rubbing harsh circles against those nerves. It didn’t take long after that for you to arch your back and you came harder than you had before. You screamed out his name and you swore you could even see white for a moment.

Beau watched as you came to your release. It had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. When your back arched he looped his arm behind you again and held you close to his chest as he rode out your high while you shook in his arms. He felt something warm spray onto his abdomen and he let out a curse. When he looked down he realized there was a clear liquid between you two and that was when Beau realized you’d squirted onto him.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out. He didn’t know he’d made you feel that good but he loved the way he could make you feel if this was the reaction he’d get.

You opened your eyes and slowly looked up at Beau through your lashes. Then you lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.

“Beau.. N-Need you to cum inside me. Please.” You begged and Beau was already so close as it is.

Beau was so hard that it physically ached and he didn’t know how much more he could take. But when he heard those words escape your lips, it was over for him. He took your hand away from his cheek and pinned it down to the bed again before he intertwined your fingers with his.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so perfect. Shit..” Beau cursed as he squeezed your hand tightly.

After a few more thrusts, Beau finally released into you. You shuddered against him as he filled you up with his release and you could even feel his release coming out and running down your ass onto the sheets.

Both of you stayed still while Beau was still buried deep inside of you, You carefully leaned up and started to place soft kisses on his shoulders before making your way up his neck. Your free hand was lightly scratching his back with your fingernails in a soothing manner to try and calm him down from his own high while he still held your other one beside your head.

Beau trembled beneath your touch, feeling more sensitive than he’d expected to be. Then again, it had been a while since he’d slept with someone too so maybe you both needed a night like this more than you thought you did.

“Thank you…” Your voice broke Beau from his thoughts.

He hummed a little as his brows narrowed before he looked down at you.

“What are you thanking me for?” He asked softly.

“For checking on me tonight. For making me feel like I can be worth something to someone.” You whispered and Beau softened before he took the hand that was beside your head and pulled it between you two. He flipped your hand and kissed the back of it, never breaking eye contact with you.

“I told you.. all you had to do was look in the right places.” He said and smiled down at you. Then he leaned down and kissed your lips softly. Then he started to pull away and when he was about to pull out of you, you wrapped your legs around him again.

“Don’t go just yet.” You whispered.

“Y/N, I won’t be going anywhere. But I do need to clean you up and get you into some clean sheets before you get some rest.” Beau said and you hummed softly.

“That can wait a few minutes… couldn’t it?” You asked and Beau smiled softly.

“I suppose it could.” He replied and he leaned down, placing soft kisses on your own shoulder.

“For the record… dating apps are over rated. You could do so much better than total strangers.” Beau said softly between kisses.

“I think I may have found better.” You whispered and Beau lifted his head and he smiled down at you.

He leaned down to kiss you once more and you knew that you could trust Beau with everything. You wondered if maybe he could be everything you wanted, and needed. Maybe this was the opened door to something you had always dreamed of and Beau was right. You just needed help finding where to look.

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[anundyingfidelity]

TRAINING SEASON — Jensen Ackles

Summary: After a tumultuous relationship and a hard break up, you get trapped in between your co-star and a casual one night stand. But there's nothing you regret about.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader, actress!reader.

Word count: 1,076.

Warnings: implied sex like the morning-after-sex, nudity, some sexy time but no full smut, friends to lovers, language, idk just wrote this quickly.

Notes: AU where Jensen is obviously single, and reader is like 38 in my head don't asky why I like this number, I still have no idea. And I just love, and I mean, loooveeee getting obsessed with hot men over 40, can you tell?

>> disclaimer: i totally respect the private lifes of the actors and celebrities i use for my fanfictions, and of course their personal relationships. this is only fiction written for fun and nothing more.

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GEN MASTERLIST!

Opening your eyes, you stirred on the soft bed and noticed your sorroundings. This wasn't your hotel room. Your bare body hidden under the blank, messy bed sheets reminded you of yesterday's events. You smiled.

The other side of the bed was warm. His body pressing against yours felt perfect, and you wrapped your hand on his own, which was laying on your waist, like if he didn't want to let go of you. Your mind started remembering his touch on your skin, the way he would kiss every inch of your stomach, the trail of kisses he left all over you, and his love bites around your neck and chest. The burning between your thighs and the soreness let you notice it was as good as you imagined it to be, even before it happened.

"Whatcha thinking?" he asked, raspy and soft voice booming in your ears.

"Mmm... Nothing, just how great you felt last night," you teased, turning your head to see his face directly. Bare skin, disheveled hair, and tired but loving eyes met you. God, he was beautiful. He looked so fucked out in the best way possible one could describe it.

Jensen chuckled and kissed your cheek. Still, he never let go his embrace on you. He looked at you vividly for a long time, scanning every feature of your face, like he wanted to save all of you in just an instant. Your brows furrowed for a moment.

"What?" you whispered.

"We didn't fuck this up, did we?"

A sigh left your lips, your hand ran on his hair softly. You knew what he meant. You had a bad relationship and an even worse break up months before you started working together, and Jensen became a great friend as you tried to overcome it. And it was so hard not to fall for him when it felt like you knew each other for decades. He was someone you could trust your deepest secrets, pain and thoughts. A part of you did not want to cry on his shoulder for days once you got comfortable around him, nor letting him know how terrible you felt at the time. But he never judged you. He just was there, listening and offering a helping hand expecting nothing back.

But your feelings changed in the course. As months went by, an amazing, caring and loving friendship bloomed between both of you. Since the project was a long new TV series, you used to spend a huge amount of time together as your characters appeared to be in a slow building relationship. And now, the premiere was done, but the press tour barely started, so that meant you were not getting away from each other in a good time now.

"No," you finally answered. "Of course no."

"I mean, I know what you been through, and I- I don't wanna ruin anything-"

"Jensen, is fine," you cut him off. His eyes locked on yours, concern washed all over his handsome face. "I am fine with this, are you?"

"Absolutely," he said. "I always was. I mean, I liked you for a long time now," he laughed a little, making you smile. One of his hands now carressing your bare thigh, feeling the heat of your skin.

Jensen leaned down and pecked your lips softly, his lips slowly found its way to your neck, kissing and biting the flesh, exactly how he did last night. He groaned, tasting the saltiness, and you let out a soft moan as he flipped you around. You laid on your back, him on top. His tongue tracing your skin, stopping right before your breats. God, you were getting wet again.

Unlucky for you, your phone started ringing, breaking the moment and Jensen, with a disappointed look on his face, gave you the space to run and answer. By the way you were talking, he figured it was your manager, so he hid behind the covers, admiring you from afar. When you ended the phone call, you walked to him. His eyes kept lusting over your naked figure as you looked for your clothes all over the room. He sadly knew you were postponing until you had enough alone time together.

"I keep forgetting we're still on press tour," you kissed his cheek softly once you put on your underwear and grabbed your clothes to get decent to leave. "I'll be going now, sorry."

"It's fine," Jensen smiled, standing up and putting up some pants. He followed you before you crossed the door. "I'll see you later tonight then, how about dinner?" he casually asked, leaning down. "And then we could probably take care of some other things," he whispered in your ear. You bit your lip, eager to know what he had in mind.

"That'll be amazing, surprise me!"

You gave him a playful wink, and taking your purse you left his room with a wide grin on your face. You were so glad you stopped dating trainees to build a relationship with. Jensen was a self-confident, expert man, and you were more than happy to give it a shot.

[lluvvsilly]

I can fuck the racism out of him.

[lucidlivi]

Fuck A Friendship

Warnings: Strong Language, Mature Theme (rough sex), Mentions of Alcohol

Requested: @suckitands33

Anything Jensen/Dean Tags: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester

this will switch point of views, it will be indicated with italics

Reader

“what the fuck is wrong with you Dean? I had that!” I seethed.

Once again Dean had got in the way.

“yeah okay, you’re lucky I was there to save your ass…again!” He huffed throwing his bag down.

“hate to break it to you Dean but acting like a dick won’t make yours any bigger.”

I could see his eyes cloud over in rage.

“at least I’m not acting like an ungrateful bitch.” He jabbed.

“a bitch wow really? well then in that case I guess that means you’re not the only dog in the room.” I said rolling my eyes.

“maybe with all that eye rolling you’ll actually find a brain in that pretty little head of yours.” He smirked his words laced with anger.

“awe Dean I think you’re pretty too… pretty damn annoying.”

It was no secret Dean and I butted heads. I was sick of him treating me like a child. It was bad enough he treated Sam that way but now he was constantly looming over me too. I walked in to the study but of course he followed me. He always had to get the last word in any argument.

“how about we just skip right to the makeup sex.” Dean sneered.

“I’d rather set myself on fire.”

“oh please I know you think about me naked.” Dean said.

“why can’t you just drop things Dean?” I asked pulling a book out to research some lore.

I always calmed down faster when my mind was distracted.

“you didn’t deny it.” He smirked.

“please Dean feed your own ego, I’m busy”

“Oh come on just admit it, you want to have sex with me.”

“please, if anyone is having wet dreams it’s you about me.” I huffed flipping a page.

Dean smirked before ripping his shirt off.

“so then this doesn’t bother you at all?” He asked looking at me.

I huffed closing the book. I turned to Dean, he had a shit eating grin on his face that made me want to punch him.

I couldn’t deny though, his toned chest was gorgeous, especially the way it glistened with sweat after our rough hunt. My eyes traveled down to his abs, god they looked good too and… wait what am I saying?

“nope doesn’t bother me at all.” I said maybe a little too quickly.

“really cause it took you a minute.”

I quickly pulled my shirt over my head leaving me in just my bra. Dean looked shocked by my action.

“so this doesn’t bother you at all then?” I smirked.

I watched Dean’s pupils dilate as his eyes raked over my chest. He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to meet mine again.

“nope doesn’t bother me at all.” He spoke.

“so it wouldn’t bother you if I did this?”

I quickly grabbed the waistband of my pants sliding them down my legs painfully slow. Dean watched me with a lustful stare. I could see his jeans getting tighter around the crotch area. I didn’t know what had gotten in to me. I just wanted Dean to see I wasn’t this helpless child he had to look after.

Dean looked at me before taking his own pants down. We were now both stood in the study in just our under garments. There was a pause of silence as our eyes devoured each others body.

Dean crossed the room in two quick strides, crashing his lips to mine. I immediately kissed him back my hands going to his toned chest starting to explore. His hands made their way to my ass, picking me up and forcing me to wrap my legs around him.

He backed us up so my back was pressed up against the bookshelf. His lips left mine and traveled to my neck and down my collarbone. I could feel him throbbing against my leg. In one swift action Dean unclasped my bra letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck.” He whispered mouth traveling further down to my uncovered breasts.

I let out a moan as Dean took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. My hands ran across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms.

“you want this?” Dean growled, his hands squeezing my ass.

Of course I thought about having sex with Dean. He was undeniably gorgeous, even after a hunt.

“Please Dean.”

His hands left my ass, pulling his boxers down. I gasped as his full length sprung out. I had seen Dean in his boxers once before but now he looked much bigger. Without warning he pulled my panties to the side slamming himself in to me. I choked back a loud moan as I stretched around him.

He started to thrust, pressing my back harder against the bookshelf. He brought his lips back to mine taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I whimpered as he bit down lightly, his thrusts getting more rough as he went.

“Fuck Dean.” I moaned.

I gripped the bookshelf trying to steady myself.

Dean growls thrusting harder. It was rough but tender at the same time.

“maybe next time you’ll listen to me.” He groans, thrusts becoming sloppy.

“not likely.” I pant.

Dean groaned as his legs started to shake. He was close, as was I.

“Dean I’m gonna.” I started but he cut me off.

“Fuck, let go for me sweetheart.” He groaned.

I came undone, his words mixed with the pleasure being too much to bare. As I clenched around him, it brought his release too. I could feel the bruising already forming as my back was slammed against the bookshelf repeatedly. Once we rode out our high, Dean gently placed me on my feet again.

I took me a second to get my footing, my legs feeling stiff.

“you’re fucking stubborn, you know that? He growled, cleaning himself off.

“and you’re an overprotective asshole so it kind of evens out.” I smirked.

I quickly grabbed my clothes throwing my shirt back on and pulling on my pants.

“I’m going to clean up .” I said walking out of the room.

“wait..” Dean said making me pause.

“this..” he pointed between me and him “we shouldn’t tell Sam.”

“there’s nothing to tell Dean, we fucked, that’s it.” I said walking out of the study.

Dean

I watched her walk away, quickly throwing on my clothes. I’ve had sex with a lot of women, but something about it this time felt different. I shook it off, hearing the door opening signifying Sam had made his way back to the bunker.

“why do you look all sweaty?” He asked giving me an awkward look.

“I uh was, I mean it was uh a rough hunt.”

What the fuck? Why was I fumbling over my words? I never do that?

“wow what happened to the bookshelf? Sam asked pushing past me.

The books from where I had her pushed up against the shelf were in complete disarray, falling out on to the floor.

“I was looking for something.” Her voice spoke up from the doorway.

“I’ll fix them.” She added walking over and picking a book off the floor.

“I’ll help.” I offered leaning down next to her.

I studied her face as she focused on putting some loose leaf pages back in a book.

Did she always have light freckles over her nose? Were her eyes always that color?

“Why are you staring at me?” She whisper yelled so Sam couldn’t hear.

I cleared my throat tearing my eyes away from her.

“I’m not.” I defended even though I totally was.

I picked up another book putting it in its place. I gulped as I stared at the bookshelf.

The sounds of her heavenly moans filled my head. I could still see her naked body pressed up against it. I could feel myself getting harder just thinking about it. I quickly walked out of the study not wanting to get caught by Sam.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“Dean where are you going, I have more information about a case?” Sam asked annoyed.

“Uh I’m starving I’m getting us some dinner and then I’ll be back.” I said hurrying away from her.

I stopped by my room, trying to control my breathing. I ran in to my bathroom, splashing some cold water on my face.

“get it together Dean.” I said to my image in the mirror.

Normally when I had sex with a girl, it was forgotten after I came. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it now? I decided I needed to go for a drive, get some food and then maybe I’d be able to face her again.

Reader

“what’s his problem?” Sam asked as we watched Dean hurry out of the room.

I bit my lip shrugging my shoulders.

“did something happen on the hunt?” He asked scratching his head.

something definitely happened, but it wasn’t on the hunt.

“nope, hunt went perfect.” I lied as I finished arranging the books back to their original positions.

“I’m confused Dean said it was rough?”

Fuck.

“oh yeah, just a little, but nothing we couldn’t handle.”

It was amazing how easily I could lie to Sam.

“well are you okay?” Sam asked placing a hand on my back.

I flinched at the contact, my back sore from being slammed against the bookshelf by Dean. I bit my lip as the memory replayed in my head. I never realized how strong Dean truly was.

“I’m great.” I said giving him a thumbs up.

He looked like he didn’t believe me but thankfully he didn’t push any farther. I sat in the study looking over a book. My eyes were reading the words but my mind was too preoccupied.

Why did Dean leave so quickly? Why did I care?

It was around an hour later before Dean came strolling back in, food for all of us in his hand. He swallowed hard as he came closer to me handing me some food. He turned away from me quickly, taking the farthest seat away from me.

Sam started to tell us the information but I wasn’t really listening. My eyes traveled to Dean. His hands gripped the arms of the chair he sat on.

God have his hands always looked that nice? I imagined them wrapping around my throat making me bite back a moan.

Why am I thinking of Dean in this way?

I felt my cheeks flush as I tried to focus on what Sam was saying. I glanced at Dean as he spoke, I noticed the way his adams apple bobbed up and down with his deep voice. I could feel the heat pool between my legs. I needed to get away from Dean, I needed a drink.

“Is that all?” I asked, noticing both men had stopped talking.

“uh yeah I’m finished if that’s what you mean.” Sam said slightly offended by my outburst.

“Sorry Sammy rough day, I’m going to the bar for a drink.” I said standing up.

“I’ll go with you.” Dean spoke.

“NO” I spoke too quickly.

“I mean uh maybe I’m trying to meet someone.” I said mentally facepalming.

Why did I say that?

I could see Dean’s eyebrows lower as he stared me down. I quickly walked out of the room, throwing on my leather jacket. I couldn’t control my thoughts around Dean, I had to get away from him. I walked to the local bar having a seat and ordering a straight shot.

Why was Dean suddenly controlling my thoughts?

“excuse me, this seat taken?”

I turned around to see a handsome stranger staring down at me. He wasn’t Dean but, maybe a distraction would be nice.

“it is now.” I said pulling it out for him.

Dean

“I mean uh, maybe I’m trying to meet someone.” she spoke.

Meet someone?

I couldn’t help but feel the anger boiling up to the surface. It wasn’t even twenty four hours ago that she was wrapped around me and now she wants to meet someone?

Wait why did I even care if she met someone else. She said it herself, we fucked and that’s it.

“okay what the hell is up with you two?” Sam asked as she left the room.

“nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumbled.

“you’re both being extra weird today, leaving in a haste, she’s flinching when I put my hand on her back..” he says but I cut him off.

“she flinched?” I asked in concern.

I knew I went rough, but I didn’t think I’d actually hurt her.

“did something happen to her?” Sam asked.

oh something definitely happened to her.

“nah, she’s tough.” I said standing up.

I don’t know why, but I needed to get to the bar. If she really was meeting someone, I had to make sure they weren’t some type of creature who was going to hurt her.

“come on Sammy, let’s go.” I said grabbing my jacket.

“where are we going?”

“to the bar.” I simply said.

“but she didn’t want you there.” He spoke crossing his arms across his chest and looking at me suspiciously.

“we’re going for you, you need to get laid, you’re way too uptight.” I said slapping a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged following me to baby. It was a quick drive to the bar. Once inside my eyes scanned the room for her. She sat at the far end of the bar, a man sitting beside her. I glared at him as she laughed at whatever bullshit joke he was telling. I could feel my blood boil as he placed a hand on her knee traveling up to her thigh.

“yeah we’re definitely here for me.” Sam joked.

I flicked my eyes to his but instead he was looking down at my hands. I didn’t notice but they were clenched into fists as I watched her flirt with him.

What am I feeling?

“it’s called jealousy.” Sam spoke beside me.

How did he read my mind?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I scowled ordering a beer.

I tried my best but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her at the end of the bar. I noticed she removed his hand from her leg instead holding it with her own. He leaned down whispering something in to her ear making her laugh again.

“what do you think he’s saying?” I asked looking over to where I thought Sam sat.

Sam was instead sat a few feet away from me, a cute brunette all over him.

“I’ll be damned Sammy.” I laughed watching her kiss over his neck.

I looked down at my beer chugging the rest of it down. I felt a hand slide across my shoulders, I flinched looking up to see a blonde in barely any clothing.

“what’s a handsome guy like you doing all by himself?” she asked, her fingers grazing my neck.

I pulled away gently.

“I guess I was waiting for someone like you.” I flirted.

This was the type of girl I usually picked up at the bar. She was more than willing to throw herself at me. She put her hands around my shoulders, wasting no time in kissing my jaw line.

I glanced back over to the end of the bar but I didn’t see her anymore. My eyes furiously looked around the room, finally catching a glimpse of (y/n) leading him out of the door by his hand. I quickly stood up causing the blonde to fall on the floor.

“what the hell is your problem.” she whined fixing her skirt.

“sorry I gotta go.” I said rushing out the door.

I didn’t want her to go home with him. She couldn’t.

I ran outside whipping my head around to see where she went. My heart sunk as she was nowhere in sight.

Fuck I was too late. She was gone.

“Fuck.” I growled running a hand through my hair.

“are you looking for me?”

Reader

I laughed at another joke he told. It wasn’t actually that funny but I didn’t want to bruise his ego. Too quickly his hand was placed on my knee traveling up to my thigh. I glanced up, my eyes catching sight of Sam first due to his height. Dean stood right beside him glaring in my direction.

you’ve got to be kidding me.

“did you hear me?”

James asked, or was his name Jake, I couldn’t remember now.

“sorry no I missed that.” I admitted.

James/Jake started to tell his story again but my eyes were on Dean who now took a seat at the bar. James/Jake’s hand was still rubbing my thigh making me slightly uncomfortable now. I grabbed it off, holding it in my own hand.

“so yeah I’m kind of a big deal now.” He whispered in my ear.

I laughed at him again. I didn’t know if it was an appropriate reaction to what he said but it usually worked for these types of situations. I glanced up at the other side of the bar, seeing a brunette ferociously attacking Sam’s neck with her lips. I laughed to myself. I noticed a blonde with minimal clothing making her way over to Dean. I felt the jealousy creeping up as she ran a hand across his shoulders.

“you’re not in to this are you?”

I flicked my eyes back to James/Jake. He was staring at me with a slight smile.

“i’m sorry Jake.” I said guessing on his name.

“it’s uh James.” He laughed.

“fuck right, sorry again.” I muttered.

“it’s that guy isn’t it?” James asked nodding his head towards Dean.

I didn’t know what it was about Dean though. It’s as if I was starting to see him in a whole new light.

“something about him yeah.” I replied biting my lip.

“I should go then, and you should talk to him.” James said offering me a smile.

I glanced back over seeing Dean giving his attention to the blonde girl all over him.

“I’ll walk you out.” I offered.

James smiled gratefully and walked with me out of the bar.

“uh I’m really sorry again.” I said dropping his hand finally.

“it’s okay, really. I hope you can sort out whatever it is.” he said offering me a small wave before getting in his car and driving off.

I sighed moving to lean against the side of the building. I sighed running a hand through my hair.

Why was I feeling this way?

Suddenly the door flew open, Dean came running out. He was furiously looking around, his eyes widening as he looked around the parking lot.

Was he looking for me?

“Fuck.” He growled running a hand through his hair.

“are you looking for me?” I hesitantly asked coming off the wall.

relief flooded Dean’s features as he spotted me.

“you didn’t go home with him?” he asked unsure if he was actually seeing me now.

“he’s not really my type, plus I don’t have sex twice with two different people in the same day.” I joked taking a step towards Dean.

“oh yeah, what about twice with the same person? Dean asked.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as he stood in front of me, cupping my cheek with his hand. He looked down at my lips before meeting my eyes again.

“It depends on the person.” I smirked.

“Me?”

“I think I could make an exception for you.”

At my consent Dean attached his lips to mine. I didn’t realize just how much I missed this sensation. Dean picked me up bridal style not breaking the kiss. He walked over to his car, depositing me in the back seat before climbing on top of me.

I reconnected our lips, tugging at his shirt. He pulled it over his head, dipping down to kiss my neck.

“Dean, wait.” I said pushing him off.

I could see the hurt flash in his eyes.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” I said biting my lip.

He gave me a confused look.

“I don’t know if I can have sex with you and still maintain a friendship afterwards.” I explained biting my lip.

“fuck a friendship.” Dean said.

It was my turn to give him a confused glance.

“I don’t want a friendship, I want so much more than that, I want to be the one you laugh at, I want to be the only guy who gets to touch you. I want so much more.” He confesses.

I felt my heart burst at his words. As a hunter, love and relationships weren’t a luxury we were afforded.

“if I’m being honest, it scares me to death and I tried to stop it, I tried my best, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” Dean added looking in my eyes.

He was saying everything I was thinking.

“fuck a friendship.” I said pulling him down for a kiss.

love and relationships were a luxury, but so was Dean, and this was one luxury I’d let myself afford.

Author Note:

Ooh I hope you liked it! I appreciate the request! Sorry it took me so long I wanted to make it perfect for you! If you have some crazy ideas send them my way! xoxo

[cap-winter-barnes]

Angel Of My Dreams (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Warnings: Dean Winchester, need I say more?

"Do you believe in soulmates?" There's a romance book balanced in between your hands as you blurt out the thought in your head. "No don't laugh. I'm being serious."

Dean is chuckling away to himself opposite you as he reads up on more lore for your most recent hunt. The raise of his eyebrows irks you even more so.

"Are you really telling me that you don't believe in soulmates?" You've never sounded so shocked at something Dean-related. Yet despite all the other times you've been shocked, you're more curious to understand why.

"Sweetheart, did you really think that I'd believe in all that crap?" He scoffs and then continues to pretend to read, his eyes glancing back to you as your attention briefly reverts back to your novel.

"That's it? No, oh but Dean, there has to be a thing such as soulmates, yadda yadda yadda? No? Okay." He knows just how to push your buttons but you hold your ground, trying to focus your mind on the romance playing out on the pages in front of you. But you swear if the older Winchester says one more word you're going to lose it.

It's your own fault for getting yourself in this unnecssary conversation in the first place. Your mind running away with the story in front of you, thoughts of Dean popping into your hea- wait, Dean?

You thought you were past your little crush on your best friend. But clearly your heart hasn't understood that memo. You've known Dean for as long as you can remember and there's always been that spark between you. Yet neither of you have ever admitted to anything. That one night where an unexpected drunken kiss occurred, pushed to the backs of both of your minds. Or so you thought.

Of course Dean believes in soulmates... He's sitting right next to his. Yet he keeps his mouth shut, fearful of rejection. Why would you - A beautiful woman with amazing humour, knowledge and good looks - want to be with a guy like him? He has red flags up and down the chart - he's a walking red flag. Of course he's been dreaming of the apple pie life since he was a boy - a family to love and care for, the picket fence, the calm, quiet house on a farm somewhere - but how the hell was he supposed to get that with the life he led?

Y/N has been by his side for a majority of his life after meeting as children and he has been enamoured with you since. Love at first sight? Check! Still in love with you all these years later? Check!

You're literally the angel of his dreams and he's too scared to do anything about it.

[jackles010378]

A Sweet Serenade

Jensen ackles x y/n

Jensen serenades y/n whilst celebrating their anniversary on a cruise, but jensen has a surprise in store for y/n..................

No warnings needed, it's pure fluff 💚

Jensen and his girlfriend, Y/N, had been together for three wonderful years filled with love and adventure. To celebrate their anniversary, Jensen decided to surprise Y/N with a romantic getaway on a small cruise.

As they boarded the cruise ship, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. The ship was beautiful, with elegant decor and breathtaking views of the ocean. Jensen had thought of everything, from their cozy cabin to a special dinner reservation under the stars.

One evening, as they were lounging on the deck, Jensen suddenly disappeared into their cabin and reemerged with his guitar in hand. Y/N's eyes lit up with curiosity as he sat down next to her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Without a word, Jensen started strumming his guitar, the melodious notes filling the air around them. Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion as he began to sing a sweet, romantic ballad just for her. His voice was like a warm embrace, wrapping her in a cocoon of love and tenderness.

Y/N was mesmerized by Jensen's singing, each word seemed to be written just for her. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, feeling like she was the only person in the world. The soft glow of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, creating a magical backdrop for their private serenade.

Jensen's voice was filled with emotion, his eyes never leaving Y/N's face, pouring his heart out through each lyric. Y/N felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love for her.

As the song came to an end, Jensen set his guitar aside and took Y/N's hands in his. "Happy anniversary, my love," he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Y/N flung her arms around him, unable to find the right words to express the love and gratitude swelling in her chest. She kissed him deeply, pouring all her love and devotion into every brush of her lips against his.

As they pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other, Jensen let out a shaky breath. He was nervous about what he was going to do next. But as sson as he looked into her eyes, he knew that he was making the right decision. He reached out for her hand and gripped it softly. Y/n looked at him, curious at to why he had become all flustered all of sudden.

Then Jensen slipped off his chair and knelt on one knee in front of her. Her eyes went wide as she realised what he was about to do, "Y/n, my love, my rock, my world. Words can not describe how much you mean to me. I should of done this sooner. I realised that the past 3 years of my life have been the happiest and best I've ever lived, and that's all because of you. You are kind, considerate and make me feel things I've never felt about anyone, ever. You mean the absolute world to me, and I don't ever wanna lose you. Your my soul mate, y/n. So would you do me the absolute honor of becoming my wife? Y/n, will please marry me? ".

Y/n didn't hesitate for a moment as she pulled Jensen up and kissed him with all of the love she had in her body. Jensen pulled away from the kiss momentarily "so, is that a yes?" he asked searching her eyes for answer. "Jensen, you are my soul mate, my rock, my partner in crime. I'd love nothing more than to become your wife." Jensen twirled Y/n around in a hug. As he placed her back down he pecked her lips "you have just made me the happiest man on earth".

They sat together in peaceful silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon, grateful for this moment of pure, unadulterated love. Jensen's impromptu serenade had turned a beautiful evening into a memory they would both cherish forever.

I am so rubbish at writing proposals so I hope that sounded ok and you guys enjoyed this 🥰💞

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[the-offside-rule]

Jensen Ackles - exile

Requested: yes

Prompt: "Can you write a fic related to that last story you did with Y/n being a singer? Maybe like Jensen helping her write a song or something cute??"

Warnings: not really, no

The gentle rustle of sheets and the soft hum of a distant piano woke Y/n from her sleep. Blinking groggily, she reached over to Jensen's side of the bed, only to find it empty. Confused, she sat up, listening intently. The soothing sound of the piano playing drifted through the house, luring her out of the warm embrace of their bed. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, wrapping a robe around herself as she padded towards the source of the music. Peering over the banister, she saw Jensen seated at the piano, his fingers moving gracefully over the keys as he hummed a tune softly to himself.

With a soft smile, Y/n made her way downstairs, the wooden steps creaking slightly under her weight. Jensen seemed lost in his music, his brow furrowed in concentration. She approached him gently, not wanting to startle him. "Hey." She whispered, sitting down beside him and placing a kiss on his shoulder. He jumped slightly at her voice. "Couldn't sleep?" Jensen looked up, his green eyes meeting hers with a sheepish smile. "Yup." He admitted. "Started messing around with this tune. Not sure if it's any good, though. Probably going to scrap it." Y/n frowned, sitting down beside him on the piano bench. "Let me hear it." She insisted. "Play it for me." Jensen hesitated for a moment before nodding. He began to play, his voice low and melodic as he sang the words he had been working on. "I can see you standing, honey. With his arms around your body. You're laughing but the jokes not funny at all."

He turns his head slightly, glancing over at Y/n's focused face as she listened to the words. "And it took you five whole minutes. To pack us up and leave me with it. Holding all this love out here in the hall." Y/n shifted in the seat. This almost sounded like a breakup song, but as far as she was concerned, they hadn't been anywhere near a breakup stage for years. "You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile seeing you out. I think I've seen this film before." When he finished, she turned to him with a soft smile. "Whats it about?" She asked. "Well, I wrote the first part when we nearly broke up at that party like ten years ago." He chuckled. "The other bit just happened." Y/n let out a chuckle. "That's beautiful, babe." She said softly. "You can't scrap that. It's too good." He chuckled, a hint of relief in his eyes. "You really think so?"

"I know so." Y/n replied firmly. "Let's get to work." He arched a brow. "Right now?" She nodded. "Come on, what's the worst that could happen? If it turns out bad, we could always just keep the song secret." Jensen smiled, handing her his notebook and going back to playing the piano. They spent the rest of the night huddled together at the piano, adding lyrics and refining the melody. The hours passed quickly, filled with laughter and whispered words of encouragement. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, they finally finished the song.

Y/n stood and stretched, her stomach grumbling softly. "I think it's time for breakfast." she said with a grin. "I'll make us something to eat." She smiled, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. Jensen stood staring at the words scribbled on his notebook. The song was finished, and it's honestly one of the most beautiful things he had ever written; not only that, but he managed to write it with his wife. Jensen then stopd up, walking towards the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her hum a tune and fuddle with the pan on the stove, the delicious smell filling the room as the sunlight poured in the window. He finally pushed himself off the frame and walked up being her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she cooked. He nuzzled her neck, pressing a gentle kiss to her skin, whilst one of her hand reached up behind Jensen's head, moving his messy locks around. "I love you, Y/n." He murmured.

She leaned back into his embrace, smiling contentedly. "I love you too, Jensen." Just as Jensen was about to whisper something else in Y/n's ear, the patter of small feet echoed through the hallway. "Well, they're up." Y/n joked. "I liked the peace we had a few minutes ago." Jensen sighed. Their children, drawn by the enticing aroma of breakfast, burst into the kitchen with bright, eager eyes. "Mommy! Daddy! What's for breakfast?" Their eldest, a little girl with Jensen's green eyes, asked as she ran up to them. Y/n chuckled, turning in Jensen's embrace to greet their children. "Good morning, loves. I'm making pancakes." She said, bending down to scoop their youngest into her arms.

Jensen smiled warmly at their children, ruffling their son's hair. "Did the smell wake you guys up?" The eldest grabbed her youngest sister and brought her towards the kitchen table. "Yeah! Pancakes!" Their son cheered, jumping up and down with excitement. Y/n glanced at Jensen, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Looks like we'll have to finish our moment later." She winked, patting his chest gently. " Jensen shrugged. "If we open the back door they'll be outside for at least a half an hour." Y/n laughed at the suggestion that didn't seem all too bad an idea. "Fine, later." He agreed with a smile, then turning to their children. "Who wants to help Daddy set the table?"

The children eagerly volunteered, their excitement palpable as they scrambled to grab plates and utensils. "Hey! Wash, your hands first!" Jensen guided them, his laughter filling the kitchen as they worked together. Y/n watched them, her heart full of love and gratitude. Despite the interruption, she wouldn't trade this chaotic, joy-filled moment for anything. As she flipped the pancakes, she hummed the tune of their new song, feeling content and blessed by the life they had built together. Jensen caught her eye from across the kitchen and mouthed a simple "I love you".

Y/n smiled back, mouthing the words in return before turning her attention back to the pancakes.

[voxmortuus]

May I have a piece where Soldier Boy reminds you where you belong? 😔💚

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Soldier Boy x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Boys ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 1.2k ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Dominant Solider Boy | Submissive Reader | BDSM Themes | Face Grabbing | Spitting | Boot Licking | Oral (Male Recipient) | P-i-V | Cream Pie | Implied Aftercare | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ I hope this brings you some joy. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @castiel ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

You've been feeling lost, a little out of your element, you've been feeling like everything has been in disrepair in your life, and you're feeling like you're ready to snap. It was easier when you didn't think about being with someone else, someone else was always going to disappoint. You had these expectations, and you constantly questioned if they were worth having because you're always being let down. You felt like you were at a dead end, you felt like maybe being what you are, who you are, wasn't worth it anymore. Little did you know, Solider Boy wasn't having any of that.

It was one of those days where you questioned most things, you questioned why things were going the way they were going, you had no answer, other than feeling like this was your fault. Sitting there you set your book down beside you and lean forward and rub your face. Leaning back in the chair you look outside studying the environment around you. Making a small face you were jolted by the door closing heavily and the sound of boots walking across the kitchen floor of your apartment.

"Hey, you're home..." you point out looking up at him, a small almost painted smile spread on your lips.

"Of course, I'm home." he stated looking over your face as he leaned against the door jamb.

"Well, that's good."

"You didn't greet me like you usually do." he pointed out with a slightly furrowed brow.

"No. No I guess not." you state placing your hands in your lap.

"And why not?" he asked.

"Well why should I?" you ask with a furrowed brow.

"Because that's what you do, always, never changes. So why change it now?"

"Because I want to. I don't belong to you." okay, at this point, you knew you were pushing his buttons, but you were doing it for a reason.

"You want to repeat that again?" he asked you, more like he was giving you the opportunity to change your answer.

"Because. I. Don't. Belong. To. You." you state, looking directly at him.

"You don't do, you? Hmm, strange, that's not what you had stated a few months ago." he pointed out.

"How precious." you scoff a bit. "That was then, things changed." you bite with a soft quip.

It was then you knew you crossed that line, and you were begging for it. Licking his lower lip, he crossed his arms tightly against his chest. He knew the game, but you crossed a line, and like hell, he was going to let you get away with any of it. Walking to you a little closer, he looks down at you.

"Kneel." he demands.

With a small smirk on your lips, you slowly do as you're told. Your gaze holds his slowly as you sink to your knees. Watching him intently, he points to his boots.

"Clean them, and don't miss a spot." he states.

You weren't reluctant, in fact, you felt your flesh growing hot at the idea of it all. Biting your lip, you slowly lower yourself, your arms move to the floor as you hover above his black military boots and gaze up a moment before you proceed to clean his boots. Your tongue is flat against the leather as you lick the material. Slight dirt, but nothing you can't handle.

Once you clean one boot, you move to the other. You feel yourself excited by this, feeling this tingle between your legs. You finish looking up at him, waiting for his approval. When he looks them over, you watch as he moves his hands to unzip his pants. You tilt your head, and he looks at you as if you know what to do, and boy do you.

With nothing but a moment, your hands move to release him from his jeans and boxers. Looking over the length, you can't help but mentally giggle. Fuckin hell. This man's cock was a goddamn masterpiece. You slowly began to work him, feeling the glorious flesh harden in your grasp as you slowly started to lick the length. His smooth hardening flesh against your tongue was warm against your wet muscle. You hear him groan softly as you take the tip between your lips, slurping down his length like the good little cock worshiping slut you are.

With every bob, every slurp, and bit of drool that escaped your loose lips as you pressed him to the back of your throat caused him to groan and caused your swollen lower lips to quiver with anticipation of being a good enough girl to feel that cock in other places. It was that moment when you realized this is where you will always belong, and there was no question about that. You didn't have to, nor did you want to question it.

He didn't want to release, not in your mouth, no, he wanted to fill that tight little hole between your legs. Standing you up, after pulling his cock from your cock holster, you whimper slightly. Feeling as he slips the old t-shirt from your body and tosses it to the floor. Lifting you, he places you on the counter, and without a second thought, he presses the head of his cock against your tight slit and slips right on in as if it was made for this. Made for him.

With a soft whimper, you clench your muscles around his hard, slippery cock. At first, his thrusts were steady and paced, but that was short-lived. They became quick and rough, and that's when you realized even more that this wasn't for you. You were his free-to-use fuck doll, and you were living for it.

With each rough thrust came a whimper from your lips, a grunt from his. Your hands and nails pressed against his arms, you sat there, on the counter, letting him use you. Dripping between your legs. His thrusts didn't let up, and reaching up he grabbed your face. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Looking into his eyes, you watch as he leans forward and spits in your mouth. Laying his claim in more than one way.

You swallow and moan as he presses his lips against yours, feeling your release so close, you knew to hold off. Whimpers and moans picked up in rhythmic manners as he picked up his pace. Thrusting harder against your walls, he grips your thighs tighter, spreading them a little further as he drives his cock deeper into you, flesh slapping against each other as he tells you to release.

Without a second thought, your head drops back, and you begin to quake. A loud, merely screaming moan escapes your lips as you both begin to ride out your finish. You feel this sudden eruption between your legs, hot ribbons of liquid spewing in between your lower lips, as you hear him growl and shove himself deeper inside you, filling you, mixing your fluids with his as it seeps out around his cock.

Feeling his mess dripping from you as he slowly pulls he looks over your face and smirks.

"Now, tell me..." you cut him off.

"I belong to you, and I will absolutely do better." You beam a panting smile.

"That's my Buttercup. Now, let's go get you taken care of. Shower, snack, and video games yeah?" He asks with a smirk.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34 (Book 1 Finale)

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @ghostlypie

warnings: swearing, menstruation, hunting a vampire nest, violence

“I said no.” Dean said, voice firm as we stood in the hotel room. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down. “That’s final (Y/N).” Sam glanced between us, hands frozen over the keyboard of his laptop.

“dean, it’s not fair and you know it!” I shot back. Deans jaw clenched and I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna…” Sam said before slipping out of his chair and exiting the room. Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“it’s a vamp nest (Y/N). They can smell blood.” He took a step forward and put his hands on my arm. “You’re bleeding ain’t you?” His eyes glanced down and I scoffed. “It’s blood isn’t it? And blood is blood!” I scoffed again and pushed him away.

“I’m coming dean.” I said. “Whether you like it or not. It’s a vamp nest dean. As you keep reminding me. And a big one. We’re gonna need the three of us.” Dean sighed.

“fine.” He said, throwing his hands up. “But I’m keeping an eye on you. One even gets close I’m shooting at will.”

“who’s will? And what did he do to get shot?” I teased as I went about gearing up. Dean started muttering under his breath and I sighed. Closing my eyes, I shook my head. I walked over to where he was standing and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed his shoulder and dean relaxed. “I know you’re worried. But I’ll be fine. Promise. This isn’t the first time I’ve been on a hunt while on my period. It won’t be the last. And you forget that I’ve had a long career before meeting you and Sammy. This isn’t my first time ganking vamps on my period.” Dean turned to me with shock on his face. I nodded and gave him a tight smile.

“(Y/N).” He said, holding tightly to my arms. “You haven’t…” I nodded and leaned my head against his.

“anything to survive. And wipe them out.” I leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Right?” Dean sighed and kissed my forehead.

“alright. You can come. But I have to be happy about it.” He said. I nodded and headed out to baby. The drive over was tense and quiet. Sam kept looking between dean and i, probably wondering what was going on. When we got there, we got out and checked ourselves over.

“everyone ready?” I asked. Sam nodded. Dean gave me a look before nodding.

“yeah. Let’s go.” He said. We pulled our guns and went in. It was quiet, making dean and I nervous. We shared a look and nodded. We fanned out and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. I kept dean in my sight line as I headed towards the wall. I heard a shot to my left where Sam was and another vamp jumped out in front of me, teeth bared.

“Hi.” I deadpanned, pulling the trigger. The vamp fell back and another emerged.

“you shouldn’t have come here. We can smell you.” The vampire said. I raised an arm, keeping my gun level.

“didn’t realize I smelled that bad.” I said. “Hey dee? Do I smell?” There was a shot to my right and dean appeared next to me.

“no.” He said. “Thought you showered this morning.” I nodded.

“these suckers say they can smell me.” I said. Dean shook his head.

“told you not to come.” He said as the vamps started to swarm up. Dean and I ducked around each other, firing off shots as we went. I ran out of bullets and put my gun in my waistband. “You out?” Dean asked as I ducked under his arm and grabbed the knife from his boot.

“yeah.” I said, slashing a vamp in the neck. “But it’s fine. I got this.” I rolled away as a vamp got a little too close. I pinned the last one to the wall with the knife from my belt and slashed its neck, catching my knife on its way down. A shot rang out and I jumped. Turning around, I saw a vamp fall to the floor in front of me. Gulping, I looked back up at dean. His chest was heaving as he stared at me.

“like I said. I wasn’t going to take my eyes off you.” He whispered as I ran over to hug him. Dean wrapped his arms around me tightly, the fact that the vamp had gotten that close scaring the both of us. “But I will say I’m disappointed now.” I pulled back and frowned.

“what?” I asked. “Why?” Dean leaned in and kissed me hard, moving my hand down to his jeans. I giggled when my fingers made contact with his bulge.

“you were so hot doing that and I can’t even have you.” He whined. I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss again, tucking his knife into his belt.

“don’t worry dee. It’s only going to be a few more days.” I assured him as he picked me up. Carrying me out to the impala, he leaned his head against mine.

“a few more days too long.” Dean groaned. I laughed as dean put me in the passenger seat. “Sammy! Let’s go!” He honked the horn as Sam came out of the nest, tossing a lighter behind him to burn it to the ground.

[supernotnatural2005]

An Anniversary to Remember

Paring: Jensen x Reader

Summary: After a gruelling day of travel and a series of frustrating delays, Jensen finally returns home to you. Though at what cost? There is an hour left of your first anniversary as a married couple. However, once inside, Jensen is quickly reminded that, despite the hurdles, love always finds a way to make up for lost time.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: SMUT!!! (18+ ONLY), Swearing, fluff, husband!Jensen - Yes PLEASE!!! 😩

AN: So this had been in the works for a little while. Finally got around to finishing it. Just a little Husband!Jensen fantasy for ya and an excuse to write some filth, sue me 😅. Also no hate to his family. This is just purely fiction.

Main Masterlist

When Jensen pulled up to his home, it was late—much later than he’d wanted to return.

He exited the Uber with a quiet thanks, his suitcase in hand, and his heart heavy with disappointment. The house was dark, and he knew what that meant—you had probably fallen asleep. Guilt twisted in his stomach, despite knowing it wasn’t entirely his fault. 

His flight had been delayed by four hours, and he’d tried to remind himself that these things happened, that he’d rather get home in one piece than not at all. But it didn’t make him feel any better. 

This was your first anniversary as a married couple, and he’d spent most of it on a plane, feeling like the world was conspiring against him.

You’d been teasing him all day with sweet messages and playful hints about a surprise you had planned for him. You’d said you missed him, and as much as he hated being apart from you, your words had made the hours drag even more. 

Every text had left him more desperate to get back home to you. He hadn’t expected the universe to throw him one last delay, making the clock tick closer to midnight, the anniversary slipping through his fingers.

It wasn’t your fault, he repeated in his head. It didn’t help the knot of frustration that twisted in his chest, though. A part of him wanted to stew in his irritation for the rest of the night. The entire day had felt like a mess, and here he was, at the doorstep of his home, with an hour left of the day that marked an incredible milestone of your relationship.

He stepped inside quietly, careful not to wake you. You hadn’t texted him since he’d landed about an hour ago, another painful reminder of how late it was. The house was dark and silent, as opposed to the ticking of the analogue clock hanging on the wall in the foyer.

Flipping on the downstairs light, he placed his suitcase by the door with a sigh and then toed off his shoes, deciding to deal with the mess of the day tomorrow. But as he reached the bottom of the stairs, something caught his eye—something that made his heart race with both confusion and a spark of hope.

A trail of tea-light candles flickered on each step, casting warm pools of light against the wood, leading up the stairs. Between the candles were scattered rose petals, their deep red hues contrasting beautifully against the dark wood. 

Jensen’s brows furrowed in surprise. Could you still be awake? Or had you set all of this up and fallen asleep waiting for him?

If you were asleep, he was going to have to seriously grill you about fire safety—he could already imagine you leaving the candles burning in a half-dream state, only to wake up and find half the house had burnt down.

He couldn’t resist. A smile tugged at his lips as he followed the trail, carefully stepping over the rose petals as to not slip on them with his socked feet. His heart thudded in his chest, hope flickering again as he reached the top of the stairs. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, a soft, warm light spilling out from the gap. The unmistakable scent of roses filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of you—the soft vanilla scent of your lotion, the warmth of your perfume.

His concern shifted to worry again as he reached the door. What if you’d passed out with the candles still lit, too exhausted from waiting for him? What if he’d walked into a disaster? He pushed open the door gently, a wave of surprise washing over him when he saw the room.

It looked like something out of a dream.

The bed was framed by delicate fairy lights strung around the headboard, and more rose petals were scattered across the white sheets in a beautiful pattern. The soft glow of the candles reflected off everything, casting the room in a gentle golden light. And there you were, kneeling in the centre of the bed, looking every bit like the angel he’d married.

You wore a luxurious black silk robe, the fabric gliding over your skin, and it was tied loosely at the waist, leaving just enough to tease the red lace underneath. Your hair was styled softly, a few tendrils framing your face, and your makeup was subtle but somehow accentuated every beautiful feature.

Jensen was at a complete loss for words. You looked… breathtaking. No, more than that. You looked like something ethereal, something he didn’t deserve but was lucky enough to have. His heart skipped in his chest, and the earlier irritation melted away, replaced by a profound sense of love and gratitude.

“Y/N… I… wow,” he stammered, his voice catching in his throat as his eyes swept over you and the room. His gaze bounced from your glowing skin to the fairy lights around the bed, the petals scattered so carefully on the sheets. 

He took it all in, shaking his head, still in disbelief. “I didn’t think—I—I can’t believe you did all of this.”

You smiled softly at his bafflement, your eyes filled with affection as you held his gaze, looking at him like he hung the stars.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” you whispered, your voice low, sensual—like it was meant only for him. The words made his chest tighten with emotion, and he swallowed hard, his hands shaking just slightly as he stepped toward you. 

The exhaustion from the past two weeks of travel was weighing heavily on him, but the sight of you, so beautifully waiting for him, made him forget it all. You shuffled on your knees to meet him halfway, your soft silk robe brushing against your skin as you closed the distance.

"I thought you’d never make it," you teased gently, your hands sliding up his chest, over the fabric of his shirt, sending warmth through his body. “You’re always so late, Mr. Ackles.”

Jensen let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he stood in front of you. The height of the bed and you kneeling on it, allowing you to be at eye level with him. 

"I’m so sorry, baby," he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your face. "I hate that I missed today. I wanted to be here for you—especially tonight."

“You’re here now,” you said with a soft smile, a look of understanding and love in your eyes. “And that’s all that matters.”

He leaned in slowly, kissing you, soft at first, almost reverently, savouring the feel of you against him after the long, gruelling day. His lips moved over yours, deepening the kiss, as if he was making up for every minute he’d missed.

When he pulled back, he just looked at you—looked at how you’d made this night so special despite the chaos of the day. And it hit him all at once: how lucky he was, how much he loved you.

You pulled him closer, your hands sliding around his neck, and in a low voice, you whispered, "Well, you may have been late, but I think you’ll more than make up for it."

Jensen chuckled softly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Trust me, I intend to."

He kissed you again, deeper this time, making good on his promise for the lost hours, the missed days. His hands tangled in your hair, his body pressing against yours, as if this was the first time in years he’d been able to touch you like this.

You melted at his touch, his mouth, his careful but purposeful hands as they glided over the lines and dips and curves of your body. He touched you and kissed you with such familiarity, like your body was a well-revised map and he knew just the right spots before he got to his destination. 

You sighed as his lips strayed away from yours, now beginning their descent, starting with your jaw down towards your neck. His first stop, the little sensitive patch of skin he’d discovered behind your ear, just below your jaw. Your pitiful moans of pleasure as he latched on, sucking, nipping, and lapping until your breaths were harsh and short, filled him with pride. 

An impatient tug of his hair brought not only a spark of pleasure but also gave him the incentive to continue his journey. His lips passed over your collarbones, only a brief acknowledgement needed before he made it to the first landmark. However, he had an obstacle in his path, one that he needed removed in order to see the twin peaks in all their glory. 

The inside pun had Jensen smirking briefly.

He pulled away from you, the heat in your gaze keeping him warm as he made work on the first part of the barricade. His hands reached up and glided over your smooth skin, slowly guiding the silk robe off of your shoulders and down your arms. He watched intensely as goosebumps arose on your newly exposed skin and the sheer red lace barely contained your heaving breasts. 

God, you were beautiful.

He could see the dark outline of your nipples poking through the fabric, tormenting him, practically begging him to take a bite, and so he did. He leaned down, closing his mouth around the hardened nub, grazing his teeth against your sensitive flesh. Your gasp of surprise, which quickly melted into a low moan, spurred him on until he had enough of the fabric barrier and roughly tore the cup down, exposing your tit, desperate to taste your bare skin. 

“Oh God.” You sighed and clung to him blindly as he assaulted your chest with his delectable mouth. With every sweep of his tongue, graze of his teeth, white-hot shocks of pleasure, shot straight to your core. And before you knew it, the item of clothing was expertly unclasped and pulled from your body, leaving your tits bare and for the taking. 

Jensen took the moment to admire the sight. His eyes trailed between the smooth valley to the ruby-red peaks, pointed, sharp, and tempting. He bit back a groan as his large hands cupped each breast, relishing in their weight and massaging them in his palms in continued amazement. 

“Holy fuck, I’ve missed these.” Jensen wonders aloud, and you can’t help your giggle, though breathy at his delightful ministrations. He leans down once more to place a longing kiss on each tit before ascending back to your lips once more. 

You pull him onto the bed with you as he encourages you to lie down, his body moving to hover over yours, blanketing you in his weight and warmth as he kisses you breathless.

Shifting his weight to your side, do you then feel his hand travel from your cheek, stopping shortly to grope your chest before dipping further down until the tips of his fingers breach your panty line.

Your hips rise on their own accord at the feeling, desperate for him to just slip inside and relieve some of the pressure, and he smirks against your lips. 

“Please, baby, no more teasing.” You plead, sensing the look on his face and where his mind was drifting. He concedes, however, looking at the digital clock on the nightstand, he still had 30 minutes left of your anniversary to make up to you. 

“I gotcha, baby.” He husks against your lips, pecking them once before he fully removes himself. You keen at the loss, but excitement fills you as he stands to remove his shirt and jeans. You can’t help but clamp your thighs shut at the impressive tent bobbing in his boxers with his movements. Your pussy throbs at the sight and memory of him. 

He climbs back onto the bed, but this time settles between your legs. With a heated gaze, he pulls the last piece of clothing from your body, and you help him by lifting your legs as he guides the dampened cloth up and off. 

His eyes darken at the obvious wet patch on the crotch area. “Fuck. You’ve ruined them, darlin’.” He groans low in his throat as his thumb sweeps across your mess. You bite your lip, 25% embarrassed and 75% turned the fuck on. 

“What? I’ve missed my husband.” You defend coyly and watch his eyes darken at your words, his hand becoming a tight fist around the wet lace, as if he was trying to hold himself back from pouncing on you. 

Instead he drops the fabric to the floor and gently pries your closed legs open. With his eyes locked on yours, he dips down until he is finally face to face with one of the greatest discoveries he’d ever made. 

You bite your lip as he exposes you, his face so close to your pulsing cunt you can feel his warm breath as he braces himself more comfortably between your thighs. 

“Look at you.” He hums in delight as his eyes roam over the glistening lips of your pussy. He’s painfully hard at this point; even the gentle rut of his hips against the mattress does nothing to elevate the pressure. But none of that matters; he can wait, just like you had to for him. And boy, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a treat in itself. 

With one last appreciative look, he descends, his tongue flicking out to lick up the seam of your sex. The taste of you instantly explodes onto his taste buds, and his eyes flutter shut. Your cry out in pleasure, the sound shooting straight to his cock and tickling his pride, and so he repeats the action again and again and again, until you’re fisting his hair tight in your grasp and gyrating your hips against his face. 

He growls deep in his chest, something primal sparking to life in him at your little whimpers and begging hands. He grips the tops of your thighs tightly, keeping them spread as he divulges himself like a starved man into your sweet pie. 

You gasp, cry, and shout as his mouth brings you to heights only he ever could. He works you over like a fiddle, expertly plucking the strings that pull from you the sweetest-sounding melodies. 

It’s not long at all before you feel the familiar coil pull tight in your lower belly. Perhaps it was his absence, the long nights spent without his touch, the teasing messages and hushed whispers over the phone of all you wished to do to each other in the night. But he had your explosive climax erupt and jostle you to your core in a matter of minutes. Your body convulsing and twitching against his gifted mouth. 

He lapped at everything you dispelled hungrily, simultaneously working you through your descent back down to earth. You panted harshly, your heart beating hard enough to be heard in your ears, and down below you felt his affectionate kiss against your sex, your thighs, your stomach, all the way up your body until you were eagerly pulling his lips to yours. 

You groaned at the taste of yourself against his tongue and pulled him impossibly close, digging your feet into his backside for the sweet press of his clothed cock against your sensitive pussy. His eyes rolled back, and he pulled away from your fervent kiss at the contact. 

With a mischievous smile, you slid your legs high up his sides to get a grip on the waistband of his boxers with your feet, pushing them down far enough for his cock to spring free. He was quick to catch on and, with a smirk of his own, hurriedly kicked the clothing from his legs. 

As he settled above you, your gazes meeting, skin to skin, time seemed to slow down. In that precious moment, everything else fell away, leaving only the two of you. Your heart beat a little faster, not from haste or urgency, but from the depth of what you were sharing—a quiet, intimate kind of togetherness that spoke volumes without words. 

You took the moment to admire him, your husband, tracing the familiar curve of his jaw, the slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiled. A year of marriage had passed in the blink of an eye, but somehow, it felt like a lifetime, woven together with moments like this—small, yet monumental.

You let your mind drift to the path that had brought you here. Of course, there had been challenges, especially when he had to leave for longer stretches of time—those weeks that stretched endlessly, when all you could do was wait, counting down the days until he came home. But even then, you never once questioned your love for him. Every moment apart only made the time together sweeter. Your desire for him, your love, your unwavering commitment never wavered. Because he was more than enough. He always had been.

“God, I love you,” Jensen murmured quietly, his voice rough with emotion, as his hand slid through your hair, tracing the soft lines of your face. His eyes—so full of adoration, so full of everything you needed—met yours, and in that gaze, you saw more than just love. You saw the years of trust, the comfort of knowing each other completely, and the certainty that this was exactly where you both needed to be.

His touch, so tender, was a promise. His words, though simple, were everything. You could feel your heart swell in your chest, so full of him, of this life you'd built together.

"I love you too," you replied, the words easy but carrying the weight of everything you’d felt in the time since you first met him. It wasn't just love—it was gratitude, it was awe, it was certainty. How lucky you were, how incredibly lucky, to love someone as honest, as kind, and as beautiful as him—and to have that love returned, freely and without hesitation.

Jensen’s smile deepened, warm and effortless, as if he could never tire of hearing those words from you. You were his anchor, his lighthouse—bright, sturdy, and always there to guide him home. In the quiet aftermath of your shared confessions, he pressed his forehead gently to yours, the connection between you both solid and real. The weight of the world could have been on his shoulders, but in this moment, with you, he was home.

And with that final thought, his lips found yours once more, slow and steady at first before the simmering fire roared to life. Your kisses became desperate, rough, and dirty, working you up until you were begging for him to fill you, to make you feel whole again.

And so he did. 

You gasped as he finally pressed into you, his blunt cockhead stretching you so deliciously, you forgot how to breathe. He moaned as your tight walls clamped around him, the feeling familiar yet new, for how long it had been, and god, had he missed the feel of you. 

You slid your arms around him, your hands gliding along his toned back, nails biting into his skin as he bottomed out, and he paused, giving you a minute to reaccommodate to his size. Your panted breaths combined in the small space between you, and it wasn’t long before you were begging him to move.

Jensen took your cue with a nod and pulled his hips back before slowly sliding back in. Repeating the motion once, twice, a third time, until he felt less resistance, your body opening up to him, welcoming him to fuck you like you deserved. 

You felt heavenly, so wet, so snug, and the sounds you made were driving him wild. He was barely holding it together. Your face contorting in pleasure before him was almost too much; your mouth forming a little ‘O’ shape every time he hit that sweet spot inside you. 

You held on, you pleaded, you cried as he gave you every bit of himself and then some. Pounding into you over and over again, the sweet drag of his cock sending shivers throughout your entire being, your nerve endings alight and on fire. 

He could feel the flutter of your walls, the give and pull of your pussy both sucking him in and almost pushing him out. His hands fisted the sheets beside your head, internally praying to himself to last long enough for you to come again. He had to feel it, no, needed to feel you come over his cock.

“Oh fuck! Right there!” You cried, pulling him impossibly close, wanting to feel every bit of him as he pulled another mind-blowing orgasm from you. Your toes curled, your body tensed, your grip unrelenting as he pumped once, twice more before he too was following you with a deep moan into utter bliss. 

He panted heavily above you, your bodies clammy and sticking together, but as you looked at him, a dopey smile on your face, nothing else mattered. With a humorous huff of exertion, he pressed his forehead to yours, and you ran a soothing hand through his damp strands, smiling at the low rumble emitting from his chest at the action. 

Jensen pulled away after a long, quiet moment, just basking in the post-lovemaking afterglow, his smile warm and contagious. His eyes flickered over to the clock on the nightstand. 23:59. 

“Looks like I made it up to you just in time.” He joked with a nod of his head in the direction of the clock. You looked at the bold red numbers and shook your head. 

“Oh, you still have plenty more making up to do, mister.” You chided him with a light-hearted slap against his shoulder. “Besides, I still have yet to give you my gift.” You mumbled with a teasing smile against his lips. He pulled back with a curiously raised brow, and you giggled. 

“And what might that be?” He wondered, his eyes wide and curious. 

“Kiss me, and maybe you’ll find out—” His lips pressing to yours silenced you with muffled laughter, and just like that, the world outside—everything that had delayed him, everything that had gone wrong—was long forgotten. There were only the two of you, here, now, in a moment he hoped to cherish forever. 

AN: I hope y'all enjoyed this one! It's pure filth I know but I sprinkled some sweet romance in there ☺️ Let me know what you think! And Happy reading! 📖💕