#beau arlen x male!reader

[deansbite]

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[mysterymachine67]

Beau Arlen x Gn!reader

Summary: After a stressful and heated case, Beau needed to calm himself down. He knew you’d help if he asked, so that’s just what he did.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

Beau sat at his desk. Head in hand, eyes closed, and a small sigh leaving his lips. It was quiet and late; perfect for how he felt at the moment. He needed a moment to himself. Still fuming off of what happened a few hours ago.

But he still needed something more. Needed someone to help him calm down even though he knew he could do it himself. He just needed a little extra help. And so he finally, after hours of silence and not getting anywhere, he picked up the phone and gave you a call.

“Hello?” You asked. Concern making up 50% of your tone, because almost every time Beau calls you it’s an emergency. “Are you busy at the moment? Need some help with somethin’,” He sounded tired, exhausted even. Your tone softened, “No, I’m not what’d you need? Where are you?” It was silent for a few seconds. Though it felt like minutes.

“The station.” Beau answered, completely skipping over the ‘what do you need’ question. “Okay… I’m on my way.” Then you hung up. Gathering your things before leaving the house.

𐚁

You walked into his office, shutting the door gently behind you. He was still in the same position as before. Well, that was before he moved his head to look at you. A soft smile playing on his face when you made eye contact.

You walked behind his desk. Leaning against it while remaining close to him. “Well I’m here now. What’d you need?” You asked, looking at him while a faint smile slowly made itself known. “I just…needed you here. With me.” Beau said as he moved his chair closer to you. In which you stood up in front of him and his hands almost immediately went to your hips. He looked at you in a way where you knew what he needed.

So you moved one of your hands through his hair. Watching as he melted against it. He shut his eyes and leaned his forehead against you. Letting out a breath.

“Is there more to this reason you called me here, Arlen?” You spoke up. The sound of his last name rolling off of your tongue sent a shiver through him. Sucking in a breath, “Maybe,” he breathed out. His hands started to wander. Your hand left his hair for the side of his face. While your thumb rubbed his cheek for a bit, you moved your hand to make him look at you. Cracking his eyes open, that same smile he had earlier made its way back.

You moved. Your goal being to get onto his lap without falling, and the both of you made sure you didn’t hurt yourself. His hand positioned itself on your lower back so you wouldn’t fall back. Meanwhile the other went to your thigh.

You leaned in to kiss him. Your movements slow and deliberate. His grip tightened and he slowly started to move his hips upward. Testing the waters. You let him do it. And when he got the right angle and the right amount of pressure on his clothed cock, he let out a low moan. The kiss got more heated and his movements got more quick and intense. You pulled away, needing to catch your breath. Then you moved your body down a bit more. When Beau went to grind against you again he couldn’t, in which he groaned at the loss.

That wasn’t your intention. Your intention was to get enough room to undo his pants. And luckily you had enough room so you did just that.

Beau watched as you fished his cock out of his pants. The mix of cool air and your cold hand made him whimper. You apologized by a quick kiss. “Here. Spit.” You brought your hand up to his mouth. “Remind me to bring a small thing of lube next time.” Beau joked a bit. You took that in consideration.

When he did spit into your hand, you brought it down to his cock. Grabbing a hold of it and slowly starting to stroke him. He breathed out from his mouth; shutting his eyes once again. Beau leaned into you, moving his face into your neck to start kissing you.

You sped up your hand and his hips raised just slightly before moving back down. A moan leaving his lips as he got closer and closer to cumming.

Grunts and groans seemed to flow from his mouth more often. A few whimpers sneaking their way past. You knew he was getting closer. You even debated slowing down. But you didn’t, with how the day had been for the both of you, especially Beau. He deserved this.

“C’mon, darlin’,” left his lips in a pleading manner. You imagined how he looked right now, considering you couldn’t see his face due to him near your shoulder. And with the way he sounded and how he possibly looked, you’re sure you nearly came yourself. You picked the pace of your hand up once again. Another moan falling. And soon enough with one more buck of his hips, a swipe of your thumb across his tip, Beau came with the most beautiful sound.

Cum spurted from his tip and onto his clothes. Nothing but panting filled the room. You helped him through the aftershocks till your touch became too much.

“How’re you feeling?” You asked.

“Better.” He replied, you could hear a small laugh come from him.

“Good.”

[shaypie67]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 - Request

Summary: After the case with the half naked prison guard, Beau comes home and tells his son about it.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Male Reader

Warnings: Porn With Little Plot, Slight Choking, Cursing, Daddy Kink, Incest, Smut 18+ (NO MINORS).

Word Count: 502

I can hear my dad getting ready for work, it was still relatively early. But I smile, proud of myself when I hear his frustration through the walls at being unable to find his badge. The badge currently beneath my favorite jock strap, the cool metal against by junk, heightening my arousal.

It's not long before I hear him storm down the hall and into my room, pausing at the door. Looking at me blankly before his lips curl into a smirk, his eyes roaming over my skin.

"Something wrong, daddy?" I ask with all the innocence I can muster.

He walks towards me with a small shake of his head.

"I can't find my badge... You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" His voice carries slight sarcasm, his eyes zoning in on my crotch. With that look, I can tell he's spotted it.

"I dunno. Why don't you find out for yourself?" I show him a smirk of my own, laying back on my bed.

But I don't receive a reply as Beau walks even closer, kneeling on the bed between my knees before his body hovers over mine, causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

"You're gonna make me late for work, naughty boy." He mutters as his eyes flood with lust. I watch him snake a hand down my stomach and to the band of my jock strap, sliding underneath it and wrapping his hand around my rapidly growing length.

My head tilts back, a small moan escaping my lips. My hips buck up into his hand for some kind of friction before he began to stroke me slowly.

"Little brat. You always know how to rile me up, don't you?" His replies huskily, leaning down and taking a nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting over with his tongue.

My back arches, shoving my chest into his face when I feel his mouth on me, his hand stroking me a little faster, using my own pre-cum as lube to guide the way.

"Oh fuck... daddy..." My voice coming out strangled, feeling myself right on the edge.

"That's it baby boy. Come for me, All over daddy's hand." His head moving to my ear, nibbling on it gently as I fall over the edge. Releasing my hot load into his fist.

I fall to the bed, panting heavily before I hear Beau chuckle, pulling his hand from my waistband and licking up my mess from his skin.

"My badge wasn't even in there." He speaks after a few seconds, looking slightly confused but still smirking as he looked over my form.

But I can't help but laugh breathlessly at his words and pull out the badge from under my pillow, earning a slight glare from Beau. Who takes it from my hand and scoffs.

"All of that. You really are just a brat."

I don't reply as I just shrug with a small smirk, still proud of myself for riling him up so badly.

[lightdancingwords]

Second Chances - Part One 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: 2377

Tags/Warnings: None, unless toddlers/children and parenting bother you.

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! I couldn't resist--I gotta have me some Beau while writing Dean! This is a brand new story of Beau and female reader!

Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter One: Upon First Sight

All in all, it was a lousy day. Beau’s truck got a flat in the middle of nowhere and the tire proved impossible to take off. He had to pay a small fortune for a tow, additional labor for a replacement, and work was a headache and a half. He was ready for a cold beer, a nice nighttime fire, and the quiet.

But first, he had to get the beer. He’d run out the other day... which meant facing the sheer torture of the grocery store after hours. It was like all of Big Sky decided to go shopping during that time and the sheer crowd drove him insane.

Not to mention everyone and their parents suddenly had to talk to Beau, introduce him to a likely female prospect. It was as though he wore a sign over his head: ‘ATTENTION BIG SKY, SUITABLE SINGLE MALE’. Absolutely maddening. He hated it.

Ever since he and Carla split, he hadn’t been up to dating. Sure, Carla moved on, remarried—god, what a douchebag—and moved to Montana. Which meant he was coming too, because he'd be damned if he missed the last few years of Emily’s life as a teenager.

Somehow, that made him more appealing to the female population. Add to that the ‘exoticness’ of the Texan drawl, the allure of being a cop, and goddammit, he was pursued daily.

He wanted none of it.

“No, honey,” he hears some woman say, presumably to one of her offspring, judging from the harried, exhausted tones. “Now put that back.”

Yep, offspring. He heard the telltale signs of a young whine from the child and had to smile sympathetically. Then he heard something that caught his attention and raised his adrenaline: cans crashing.

He whipped around and narrowly dodged being smacked by a number of Chef Boyardee meals in a can. “Whoa!”

“Eliza!” The mother snatched up her child—maybe a little older than a year?—and popped her back into the shopping cart, buckled her up so swiftly he was impressed. “I am so sorry! You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Nope. I'm all right. The cans aren’t, though,” he said ruefully, observing the mess.

“Oh fu-fudge,” the mother said, catching herself before she could cuss in front of the kid.

“Here, I’ll help ya,” Beau offered, using his cart to detour traffic around the cans and began moving the cans away. “Wyatt,” he said, catching the eye of one of the employees. “Go get help.”

The mom raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You know everyone here?” she asked, doing her best to stack the cans against the shelf.

“Benefits of bein’ the sheriff,” he said with a smile. “Sooner or later, I meet them all.”

“You’re—“ she broke off in astonishment.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he said by way of introduction. He shook her hand and was surprised by her firm grip. He hadn’t expected that from her. Maybe it was because she seemed so soft, motherly.

“I’m Y/N,” she said with a smile. It turned wry as she introduced her daughter. “That little hellion is Eliza.”

He chuckled. “Might need a little wranglin’, huh?”

“Either that or a wolf pack.”

Beau laughed. He couldn’t help it. Little Eliza actually grinned at hearing her mother say ‘or a wolf pack’, as if angling for that very purpose and existence. “You know, I know it don’t seem like that right now, but she'll get easier to manage.”

Y/N paused and lifted a brow. “You sound as if you speak from experience.”

“I guess I do,” he said, rising to his feet. He offered Y/N a hand to help her up as he said, “My Em wasn't really difficult, just stubborn. Had a mind of her own and goddamn she knew how to use it.”

He saw her eyes flicker for a moment, and wondered what it was that caused her react so. “Em--I'm guessing that's your daughter?”

He nodded with a fond smile. “She’s 18 now and in college.”

Y/N smiled, returning to her little hellion child. “Now you have new worries, whether she’s learning well, making the right friends, and handling peer pressure.”

“Well, thanks for the nightmares,” he said wryly.

Her smile turned amused, her eyes sparkling. “Just pointing out it never gets easier,” she said with a fond ruffle of her daughter’s hair. “Just changes in difficulties.”

He regarded her thoughtfully. “Ya ain’t wrong,” he said at last.

For a moment, they regarded each other in companionable silence. Beau was reluctant to let her go, enjoying this conversation. She seemed equally hesitant to let the moment end.

“I… I, um, thank you, for your help,” she said at last. “It would’ve been kinda hard to do all that while minding my little wolf-child.”

He grinned, appreciating her humor in handling an energetic toddler. “You’re welcome.”

Just as she turned to leave, Beau stepped forward, stammering. “Ah, wait. I hope this ain’t forward of me, but…” God her eyes killed him. “Ah… can I ask you out sometime?”

She looked so surprised he wondered what she was thinking. Y/N glanced at her daughter, and he got it. She wasn’t expecting anyone to want to date a single mom.

Luckily for her, Beau wasn’t just ‘anyone’.

“I’d like that,” she said with a slight smile. She took out a little memo pad—god, she was organized, he loved it—and scrawled a number on it. She handed it to Beau.

“You know, we could’ve traded cellphone numbers,” he said teasingly. “Didn’t need to kill a tree for it.”

“Are you saying you don’t think you’re worth a tree?” she retorted with a smile.

That caught him off-guard and he laughed. “Oh, you got a sense of humor there, darlin’.”

“I try. My wolf-child forces me to very creative,” she said with a trace of wry humor.

He chuckled and approached little Eliza in the shopping cart seat. “May I?”

A look of surprise followed by an expression of gratitude. How many would ask before approaching a child? “Yes,” she said simply.

“Heya darlin’,” Beau said to Eliza. He regarded her with the solemn mien he would give a senior citizen. He held out his hand to her and added, “I’m Beau Arlen. I’m a friend of your mom’s.”

Eliza stared at him with wide, wide eyes, taking him in. He had the sense she was seeing more of him than an adult would, weighing and measuring him. Damned if he didn’t feel shaken. “Bo-bo!”

Y/N let out a laugh, then clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling giggles. Beau grinned, his green eyes dancing. “As long as you ain’t adding something to that nickname, I’ll take it.”

Eliza giggled at her mother’s reaction. She peered at Beau’s hand, then wrapped her tiny fingers around his index and middle finger, her hand too small to take his whole hand. It was so damned adorable. “Bo-bo,” she said solemnly.

He cleared his throat to hold back the laugh and nodded. “That’s right, darlin’. And you’re Eliza.”

Eliza nodded, then dragged his hand over to her mother. “Mommy!”

Something shifted in Y/N’s expression, shuttered. Beau felt the warmth from her withdraw, and found himself confused. “Y/N?”

”We should go,” she said suddenly. “We’ve taken up enough of your time.”

Without giving him a chance, she gently freed her daughter’s grasp from his hand and pulled away with her shopping cart, leaving him staring after them in utter confusion.

As luck would have it, he chanced upon them in the parking lot. Little Eliza went into full-blown meltdown, wailing while her mother was desperately trying to get her to calm down enough to get buckled into the car seat.

“Eliza, please!” Yep. Sheer desperation, mother ready to hit tears.

Beau headed up to them, set his bags of groceries and pack of beer on the ground, and said, “Hey… why don’t I take her for a moment? Give you a breather?”

Y/N looked back at him, and yep, tears in her eyes, a look of overwhelming parenthood. Beau felt for her. She hesitated for a breath, then nodded, forcing herself to step back. “I just… can’t her to calm down,” she said, her voice quaking.

”Ah, it happens to the best of us,” he said gently, taking Eliza from the car seat. “First year we had Emily, I think between Carla and I we must’ve cried in the closet a dozen times.”

Y/N was startled. “The closet?”

“Yep.” He gently bounced Eliza in his arms, the little toddler still full on wailing. “We felt embarrassed, ya see. Didn’t want each other know we had no idea what the hell we were doin’. Or how hard it had been for us.”

“How did you two find out about the other?”

Eliza was beginning to sniffle and hiccup, which Beau took to mean she was starting to calm down. He kept bouncing her as he spoke to her mother. “Came upon her in the closet. Carla had been feelin’ sick, Emily was all over the place and nothin’ was workin’. I came home and found her there, tears everywhere.”

Beau shook his head. “We had a good long talk. We were lucky. We could lean on each other. Even then, it was damned hard.”

Eliza let out a big yawn and Beau smiled. He shifted her in his arms and she immediately slumped against him, evidently prepared to fall asleep then and there.

Y/N’s brows swooped up in astonishment. “I.. can’t decide if I should be offended or relieved you got her to calm down that fast.”

“Relieved, darlin’,” he said with a rumbly chuckle. “Go with relieved. Why don’t ya take her and I’ll get your groceries in the car?”

”Absolutely not. You hold her, I’ll do it. I don’t want to risk her waking up again,” she said with a chuckle. “I knew she was getting tired. I just had to finish shopping. Just my luck she got overtired and that was it, she didn’t want to cooperate anymore.”

Much to Beau’s amusement, Eliza let out a tiny snore. He patted the little toddler’s back soothingly, swayed in place. God, memories were coming back, of late nights trying to get Emily to go down so they could sleep, of trying to get her to hang on a bit longer so they could go home.

He’d do it again in a heartbeat. He loved his daughter so damned much.

”When they’re that age, all we can do is roll with it,” he said as she moved bags into her trunk. “We’re just lucky they’re cute enough to forget what it’s like as they get older.”

Y/N smiled a bit, but it faded quickly. “Beau… I owe you an apology.”

“What for?” he asked, his hand still patting Eliza’s back.

“For leaving as abruptly as I did earlier,” she said, her voice low and ashamed. “I… Eliza bringing you right over to me had me…” She hesitated, then finished with, “scared. It scared me.”

Beau paused in his swaying, caught off guard. Then he kept moving, considering that confession. “I imagine your daughter approving of a man you just met might be a bit difficult,” he said carefully. “Especially one who just asked you out.”

“Most men I meet… if they’re interested in me… tend to run when they hear ‘single mom’,” she said slowly. “No matter how well we got along.”

Ah. Beau nodded slowly. He couldn’t imagine how that felt, being constantly turned down because of certain circumstances. “Ain’t my place to judge,” he said at last. “You’re a package deal, far as I’m concerned. If I wanna see the momma, I gotta accept the kid, too.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, astonished by his level of acceptance. “That’s… thank you.”

“No need,” he said with a smile. “It’s the way it is.” He glanced at Eliza and his smile widened, took on warmth. “‘Sides, she’s hell of a kid.”

Y/N chuckled, her expression softening. “She is. Thank you… for helping out.”

“More than happy to, darlin’,” he said, rubbing Eliza’s back. “I think she’s ready to go into the car seat though.”

“Do you mind?”

He shook his head and gently set Eliza into the car seat. He adjusted her comfortably and made sure to snap her in tightly. Then he grabbed a blanket in the backseat and tucked it around the little toddler. Damn, she’s adorable.

”There ya go,” he whispered to Eliza. “Sweet dreams, kiddo.”

He straightened and nodded to Y/N. “Precious cargo is all secured, ma’am.”

Amused, Y/N smiled. “Thank you, Beau.”

A part of him resisted the urge to kiss her, she looked so soft and warm. It was too soon, he knew. They haven’t even been on a date yet.

“You’re welcome.” He reassured himself the paper with her phone number was still in his pocket, then asked, “Would it be desperate or premature of me to ask you out now?”

Her smile widened, and she shook her head. “No. Go for it, Beauregard.”

He quirked a smile at hearing his full name. He hadn’t given it to her; she must’ve made some educated guesses. “All right then, darlin’. I’d like to take ya out to dinner tomorrow, if you’re willin’.”

“I’d love to,” she said with a smile.

“What time works for ya?”

She glanced at the little toddler in the car. “Is 6pm too early for you?”

”Not at all. I’ll reach out to you later, if that’s all right, arrange your address and all?”

She blinked, then smiled. “You’re picking me up?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a nod. “My mother would skin me alive if she knew I wasn’t being a gentleman.”

That clearly charmed Y/N. “Okay. Yes… text me later and… we’ll get that sorted.”

He tipped his head at her, scooped up his bags and beer. “Drive safe, Y/N.”

She glanced at him as she got into her car. God, he loved her smile, a touch crooked with a sweetness that was killing him.

He never imagined a trip to the grocery store would net him a date—let alone with a single mom. Yet, here he was, asking one out and utterly charmed by her kid.

What a life.

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[xenaxena]

Tap The Badge

— masterlist

— pairing: beau arlen x female reader

— summary: you’re very turned on by the way the sheriff gestures to his badge

— word count: 1.2k

— warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, oral sex (male and female receiving), cock praising (is that a thing?), body worship, hair pulling, unprotected sex (not real, use protection people)

— want smut without plot? scroll down to —xxx—

— author’s note: a description of what went through my head when i saw beau in this scene

“Beau, why are you dressed up for work?” you laughed a little, seeing him in his jeans, boots, button up, the whole deal. “It’s nearly ten o’clock, aren’t you coming to bed?”

“In a minute, darlin’, I’m practicing something,” he replied, not looking away from the full body mirror. You tore back the covers and got out of bed.

“What are you practicing?” you asked, folding your arms and furrowing your brows a little.

He turned away from the mirror to face you; “Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am,” he said sternly and tapped the badge attached to his left hip. You swallowed thickly. “How was that?”

“G-Good,” you nodded, “uhm, do it again just so I can- uh- really- evaluate your- uh- technique?”

He furrowed his brows but nodded, and did it again. “Beau Arlen, Sheriff.” He tapped the badge again, not missing how you crossed your legs. “Is this turning you on?”

“Oh god, yes. Do it again,” you exclaimed.

—xxx—

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he said, again tapping the badge on his hip. “Anything I can do for you ma’am?”

“Oh god yes,” you dropped to your knees. “Please let me suck your cock.”

“As the Sheriff, I must ask you to hold still, ma’am.” He smirked down at you and patted your head a little before unzipping his pants and taking out his dick. You again swallowed thickly, practically salivating at the glorious sight. “And, as the Sheriff,” he gripped your chin gently, “I’m gonna have you suck this cock.”

“Oh god yes! Yes, sir, please fuck- I wanna suck this cock!” You looked up at him as he smiled before guiding his cock to your lips.

“Open up, ma’am.”

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and teased him with your tongue. He let out a sinful moan which caused you to do the same.

“God, baby just like that, fuck!” he groaned, pulling at your hair with one hand, while the other caressed your stretched cheek. “So beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful darling.”

All you could do was moan and stare up at him as you sucked off the Sheriff.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said and pulled you off of him.

“What?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“C’mon, stand up hon,” he whispered and helped you to your feet before he kissed you. “As much as I adore those lips around my cock I ain’t coming down your throat, I’m coming in the tight little pussy of yours.”

You let out a gasping moan before he kissed you again. One hand rested on your hip while his other hand reached down into your panties.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he chuckled lowly. He moved his fingers through your folds, loving the sounds you made. He moved his hands under your shirt and helped you take it off, exposing your breasts and leaving you in just a pair of panties. He stepped back a little so he could truly examine your boobs. “Look at you.” He bit his bottom lip and cupped your breasts delicately.

“Beau!” you moaned and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his hands playing with your soft skin.

“So fuckin’ perfect, such fuckin’ beautiful tits,” Beau mumbled. “God damn it, now I wanna come on these tits!”

“Beau, please just- just need you,” you gasped when he pinched your nipples. Your hands went to run up and down his forearms. “Need you i-in me, please Beau? Fuck!”

“Alright, darling I’ve got you,” he said and kissed you quickly. “Get in the bed, I need to undress.” You hurried over to the bed, ridding yourself of your panties on the way.

“Wait,” you stopped him from taking off his shirt, “d-do the badge thing one more time?” He smirked widely.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he tapped the badge again, “you need to spread your legs for me, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir, anything for you Sheriff,” you exclaimed and spread your legs as you sat with your back against the headboard. “Could you please put your dick in me now? I really want you to fuck me, sir!” You didn’t miss the way his cock twitched and his breath hitched.

“Sorry, miss, but I think I’m gonna have to eat you out first,” he replied. “That pussy looks way too sweet.”

He didn’t waste another second and hurried onto the bed. He pulled you forward so you were laying down with his face between your thighs. He slowly dragged his tongue through your folds, swiping your clit quickly and watching as you threw your head back.

“Oh god, Beau- fuck!” you moaned. “Beau f-fuck I-I’m- ooh god!”

He didn’t let up. He put your clit between his lips and sucked in harshly, making you scream with pleasure. But he still didn’t stop. He then blew out, the cool air stinging your bud sweetly. He dragged his tongue down through your folds then back up. Up and down, side to side, never missing the way you convulsed when he hit certain parts.

“Cl-Close Beau! Fuck, so close!” you exclaimed.

“Mhm, hold on a little longer,” he laughed, the vibration going straight to your core. He put his lips back over your clit and again sucked on it, swiping his tongue across to add to the pleasure.

“Close, close, close, Beau!” you breathed, repeating his name over and over.

“Go ahead, baby, let go,” he mumbled before going back to work on your clit.

You let go and gushed all over him, closing your eyes tightly as you let the orgasm flow through you. When you came down from your high you were met with his stare; he hovered above you, his beard glistening with your cum.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” you mumbled, still drunk with pleasure.

“Love you so much fuckin’ more,” he whispered back and kissed your lips.

When you started kissing him back he took that as his cue to slide himself into you.

You both groaned with pleasure.

“B-Beau!” You reached up to brush his face with your hand. “Fuck, I love you!”

He smiled and rested his forehead on yours as he pulled halfway out then thrusted right back in. He repeated the motion and had you moaning his name with each movement.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” Beau mumbled. “Fuckin’ goddess.”

“Close- Close again, B-Beau,” you whispered. “R-Really close.”

“Right there with you, honey,” he grunted. “Come with me.”

A few more thrusts had you screaming his name as you experienced your second orgasm of the night and he unloaded his semen into you.

“Fu-uck Beau,” you groaned as he slipped out of you and collapsed onto your heaving chest.

“I love you so much, darling,” he reached up to put his hand on your cheek, not moving his head to look at you. “So fuckin’ much.”

“You- You’re still in your uniform,” you reminded him. “Get more comfortable before you fall asleep, hon, you need to have a- a good night’s sleep for your first day of work tomorrow.”

He slowly lifted himself off of you and stood up. “Fuck all I had to do was take my dick out and I made you cum twice,” he chuckled.

“What can I say,” you shrugged tiredly, “you’re fuckin’ incredible Sheriff.” He bent down and kissed you quickly with a smile. “And I love you so goddamn much!”

[jawritter]

Yes Sir Kinktober 2022, ep. 3

Summary: A little alone time with your boss...

Warnings: 18 + Only, NSFW, Sir Kink, Oral (Male receiving), P & V, light hairpulling, Rough Smut. (It’s pretty much p*rn with a plot, so Mature audiences only.)

Word Count: 404

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden. Sorry this one is posted a day behind schedule; work doesn’t like me lmao. 

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“Fucking Beautiful,” Beau praised, and Y/N hummed happily around his cock as he trusts deep into her mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag slightly and for him to groan as her throat contracted around his swollen head. 

“You like that don’t,” he continued, gripping her hair tightly, holding it back out of her face for her. “Choking on my cock like that.”

She hummed again and he groaned as his hips stammered before he pulled himself away from her harshly, and she whined at the loss. 

“On your feet,” he growled as he stood sharply and kicked the chair out of the way. 

She scrambled to her feet, and Beau roughly manhandled her around, before learning her over the desk and ripping her dress up to her waist and her panties to the side, rubbing his throbbing length against her dripping cunt, and she moaned pathetically as he grabbed a handful of her hair again, turning her face to the side. 

“Want me to fuck you sweetheart, right here, on this desk, where anyone could walk in and see you stretched out all pretty and needy on my cock like this?” Beau questioned, and all she could do was moan in response as he slapped her ass hard enough to echo through the small office. 

“Use your words baby girl,” he demanded, “or else I’m gonna leave you all wet and horny to go out there and finish the book, only one of us is gonna cum if you don’t learn to use your words, and it ain’t gonna be you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked as his fingers round her swollen clit, rubbing harshly before he slapped her pussy, sending a wet swatting sound throughout the room, and her pussy contracting and releasing around nothing. 

“Excuse me? Yes, what? Where are your manners Darlin’?”

“Yes Sir,” she corrected, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, and knowing he would absolutely send her back out there a mess without fucking her, and God, she needed him to fuck her. 

“Good girl,” he growled, slamming his full length into her clinching heat in one swift thrust, his hand coming over to cover her mouth to stop the scream from echoing through the room as she damn near fell apart on just his intrusion. “Now, be a good girl and be quiet for me. It'd be a shame if we got caught in here.”

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[holylulusworld]

Dream a little dream... masterlist

Summary: Your favorite fantasies come true.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader, Russell Shaw x Reader, Alec McDowell x Reader

Sidepairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, taking turns, creampie, a hint of oral (male rec), breeding kink, cuckolding (kinda), I’ll label this slightly dub-con (not to me but before anyone complains…), spanking, marathon fucking

Plot? What plot? it’s basically just fucking with Jensen Ackles’ characters

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut

Dream a little dream of me (1) 💦💔

A Christmas dream (2) 💦

Another dream (3) 🤍

A birthday dream (4) 🤍

A (pre-) Valentine dream (5)

The power of dreams (6) 💦

[deansbite]

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beau⠀⠀⠀ arlen ⠀⠀⠀ ;

[avanatural]

That Simple

Part 6

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?  

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter warnings: Some sad!Beau, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it up!), swearing

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! As a Christmas present to my lovely readers, here is some Beau smut. I really hope you enjoy it! Wanna be on my Beau tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

Part 5 | Series Masterlist | Beau Arlen Masterlist | Part 7

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“Okay, Y/N,” she sighed, eyeing herself in the mirror, “You got this.” She gave herself a final nod of encouragement and exited the bathroom.

Tonight was the night. She was about to meet her partner’s daughter.

For this occasion, she’d put on a black skirt and the blouse that Beau fancied so much. Her hair was pinned to the top of her head in a neat bun, the front strands left out and curled to frame her face.

She walked into the living room, the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor. One look at the clock on the wall, and she released a breath. There was still some time left. Meaning she could play another round of forgotten items with her small handbag.

Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Emily’s favorite chocolate? Check. Lipstick? Check. Keys? Oh, crap.

As Y/N went on her key hunt, storming through the living area, her phone started to sing loud cheerful tunes. She quickly fetched the device from her handbag. Her boyfriend’s name adorned the bright screen. She clicked ‘answer’ and pressed the phone to her ear. “Beau?”

His heavy voice carried itself through the speaker with an unspoken apology. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… It’s just…” His tone shifted, changing from apologetic to matter-of-factly. Putting on his Sheriff-voice usually made these things easier. “We can’t have dinner with my daughter tonight.”

His words made the muscles in her body tense up. “What?”

“Her stepdad decided to surprise her with a… ‘glamping trip’. They’re headin’ out as we speak. Em just canceled.”

Y/N’s heart dropped like a stone to the bottom of a lake. She knew how much Beau cared about his relationship with Emily. And how draining his rivalry with Avery was. If her heart was sinking, she could only guess how her partner was feeling. “I’m sorry, Beau.”

“Yeah,” he croaked, the mask around his tone fading as he realized he’d once again lost a battle to Emily’s stepfather. Admitting it to Y/N, saying it out loud, only made his defeat sink in, which hurt all the more. “Me, too.” He then growled something to himself, something that sounded dangerously close to knuckle-dunking Avery’s teeth in.

“Hey… Why don’t you come over?”, Y/N suggested. She didn’t want to spend the night alone, and she could imagine neither did Beau. “We can order food, watch a movie… Maybe even get a pillow fight in there,” she joked, trying to lighten up their conversation.

“Like a sleepover?”, he wondered, and Y/N could picture the way his eyebrow arched.

“Come on, play along!”, she attempted to encourage him, “Your next move is to tell me I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.”

“You got dressed up?”

Her tongue slid along her lower lip. By the sound of his voice, she knew that she’d captured his interest. “Uh-huh...”

Beau sighed on the other end. Then, his voice returned with a little bounce in its step. “Now, what kind of partner would I be not to come over and have a look at my girl?”

“That’s the spirit.” Y/N smiled into the speaker, already feeling more joyful despite the sudden dinner cancelation. Beau just had that effect on her. He breathed life and soul into her, even if he was low on fuel himself.

Y/N’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as her eyes landed on Beau. He was standing on her porch, almost blinding her with how handsome he looked.

His light brown jacket was draped over his wide shoulders, the zipper undone to show off the burgundy sweater that was stretched across his chest. There was a small, colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand and a backpack slung over his arm.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He reached out his arm, handing her the bouquet. Honestly, he had no idea what kind of flowers they were, but they’d been the most beautiful ones in the shop. They stood out, just like Y/N.

“Beau! Thank you!” The corners of her lips twirled up happily when he pressed a greeting’s kiss to her cheek. “I love them.” The bouquet’s sweet scent mingled with Beau’s spicey cologne, clouding her mind for a second. “Come on in.”

As soon as the tips of his feet crossed the threshold into her house, the Sheriff felt at home. He dropped his backpack and followed Y/N into the kitchen, drawn in by the sparkle he’d seen in her eyes.

She looked purely delighted, like she was about to burst with joy over his flowers. He prided himself on the idea that he could make her feel good with his little gestures of love. It had been a while since he’d made a woman happy, and he fully intended to make the most of it with Y/N.

Once the bouquet was arranged beautifully in a vase, she turned back around. Her smile was bright, like the first rays of sunlight after a gloomy night, prompting him to hold his breath for a second.

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re stunning.”

Hypnotized by his gentle touch and the devoted look in his eyes, she hummed a quiet “Thank you.”

“Lemme get a look at you.” Beau took her by the waist, picking her up off the ground, and sat her down on the kitchen island. The soft melody of her giggles invaded his ears. Stepping between her legs, he rested his hands on her thighs. His emerald orbs traveled across her face, drinking in the sight of her. If there was anyone who could make him feel better, pull him back up from the depths of his self-doubts, it was Y/N.

She brushed her knuckles against the apple of his cheek, wondering what was going on in his mind. His eyes held an underlying glimmer of sadness so intense that her own heart twisted with a need to lift his spirits.

Beau’s eyes fluttered as he leaned into her touch. “I’m so glad to be here right now,” he admitted hoarsely, barely audible. A sorrowful crease appeared between his brows.

Her palms closed around the sides of his jaw, framing it in a soothing gesture. “I’ll make this the best damn sleepover of your life.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, the smile reached his eyes. The wrinkles around his deep green orbs deepened as he averted them. He chuckled lowly, then met her gaze again. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”

The remains of their ordered food were scattered across the living room table. Y/N was tucked safely against Beau’s side, who’d slung his arm around her shoulders the second they’d sat back against the couch. The tv was one of the few sources of light, next to some fairy lights and candles, illuminating the room with flickering warm colors.

Having Beau’s presence, his affection, his scent so close to her evoked all kinds of tingly feelings in Y/N’s gut. After letting a happy sigh out of her mouth, she peeked into the hallway, where her boyfriend had dropped his backpack. Gently, she nudged his shoulder. “Hey…”  

He tore his gaze away from the tv screen, away from the Korean horror movie they’d picked. “Hm?”

“You could, you know… Leave some of your stuff here. For when you stay over. I could make some space in my closet.”

He paused, eyeing Y/N’s facial features, lips twitching upwards. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it even possible to make room in that closet? You own, like, gazillions of clothes.”

“I do not!”, she chuckled, her eyes widening with feigned offense, “Don’t worry your pretty head, I got it.”

Beau didn’t respond, he just snickered along and hugged her more tightly. The way his arm clenched around her body told her he approved.

They stayed cuddled up on the couch, but Y/N couldn’t really pay attention to the movie they were watching. Not with a 6’1 Sheriff next to her who was the kind of handsome that just got into your bones. After stealing countless mischievous glances at him, she connected her lips to Beau’s cheek.

He hummed from deep within his chest and squeezed her against his side.

Lowering her head, she proceeded to plant a line of pecks on his jaw.

Her boyfriend shivered. “What’cha doin’?”, he asked, his gaze bright with anticipation.

“Seducing you,” she said before leaning back in. Her lips trailed along his skin, brushing against his growing beard. “Is that okay?”

A grunt escaped him when her hot breath tickled the shell of his ear. He tilted his head to give her better access to his needy skin. “Oh, more than okay,” he husked, his voice dropping an octave, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I still have a favor to repay,” she spoke in between open-mouthed kisses to his neck.

He melted into her sultry touch. The blood rushed south, making him squirm on the spot. “You don’t have to repay me for anythin’, you know that, right?”  

“I know. But I want to.” Her fingers played with the hem of his burgundy sweater as she sat up on her knees. “May I?”

Beau’s body was momentarily paralyzed by lust, leaving him to mumble a simple, “Please.”

Y/N pushed his shirt up and over his chest, revealing his smooth, freckled skin. He lifted his arms, making it easier for her to rid him of the maroon-colored material. His hair was left tousled after she’d pulled the fabric over his head. With his hair sticking up at odd angles and his broad chest out in the open, the Sheriff looked nothing short of delicious.

“Now, lay back…,” Y/N said and applied pressure to Beau’s shoulders, making him lean against the wall of couch pillows. “And relax.”

His ribcage was pushed up and down by labored breaths while her lips took a love tour across his chest. Y/N marked his pecs and stomach with her kisses, her intense Y/E/C eyes not leaving his face. Her rosy mouth traveled lower and lower, making him feel exposed, seen, and safe, all at once.

Beau could feel himself strain against his jeans. His bulge was begging to be released. When Y/N sunk to the floor between his legs, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. He was mesmerized by the view of this incredible woman on her knees before him.

With a coy smirk, his girlfriend undid his belt and opened his dark blue jeans. She felt like she was unwrapping a Christmas present, and a very promising one at that. There was already a wet spot on his boxer shorts, showcasing his excitement.

Beau let her slide his jeans and boxers down, aiding her by lifting his hips. Soon after, the fabric pooled around his ankles, shaped like a forever sign. His dick stood hard as a rock, almost painfully so, even though Y/N hadn’t touched him yet.

She took his manhood in her hand, amazed by its girth and the weight against her palm. The head was shining with a taunting layer of precum, prompting her to lean forward and slowly run her pointed tongue along the slit.

Beau’s jaw tensed. His eyes became hooded as he observed her. His worries, his pain, his fears about fatherhood, it all vanished into thin air. His mind and body were utterly focused on Y/N. Caught in a trance, he loosened her bun, making her hair drop from its hold.

She savored her very first taste of him. It instantly made her yearn for more. She closed her mouth around his tip and sucked on it. He hissed, his hand lashing out on reflex to touch the back of her head.

When her mouth started to bop up and down his shaft, his hand tangled in her hair, grabbing random strands in a desperate attempt to get her even closer. “Damn, Y/N… Just like that…”

She groaned around his length, the slight sting on the back of her head only serving to increase her enthusiasm. Her hand joined the fun, stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Beau’s jaw went slack. Truth be told, she wasn’t just stroking his dick. She was stroking his ego, too. The muscles in his thighs constricted as his girl sucked him off. His clouded eyes met hers, and she grinned playfully around his length. “You know exactly what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you, darlin’?”

She hummed, sending shockwaves of pleasure from the head of his cock straight down to the base. As soon as her free hand came up to cradle his balls, he knew he was done for. A moan broke free from his throat, loud enough to make him blush.

His hand sought out her cheek, his tender thumb sweeping from her cheekbone down to her chin. “I want you to get undressed for me,” he mumbled.

Y/N pulled her mouth off of him with a pop. She wiped a sheen of precum and saliva from her smirking lips.  

Beau watched her, fascinated, as she crawled onto his lap. His dick vanished underneath her skirt, pressing against her soaked panties. His stare fell on her breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse, causing his instant loss of patience.

“On second thought, I’m gonna help you with that,” he decided, joining his girlfriend’s excited laughter as he fumbled with the button on her skirt.

Together, they managed to undress Y/N in record time. Their mouths chased each other hungrily. As their tongues tangled with a fiery passion, she ground herself on him.

“Do we need lube?”, he inquired in between smacks of their lips.

Rather than confess to him that she didn’t have any, she took his wrist and guided his hand to her pussy.

Beau’s fingertips brushed along her folds, instantly soaked with arousal. He hummed and tilted his head. “Guess not.”

Y/N responded with a chuckle, which soon turned into a lustful moan when he dipped two fingers into her core. She writhed on his digits, coating them with her slick, until she was shaking with greed.

“Want you inside me,” she panted.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

Slowly, he bent forward with Y/N still in his lap, reaching for his pants on the floor. She clung to Beau, crossing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, as he searched his pocket for a condom.

“You came here prepared, huh?”, she teased.

The tips of his ears lit up pink, and his cheeks turned warm. With the foil pack between his fingers, he sat back to face his girlfriend. “I wasn’t- I didn’t just come here to- That wasn’t my intention.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Her loving hand wiped some stray hair away from his forehead, barely touching his skin. “It’s always good to be prepared.”

“I-“ Beau’s lips parted with a smile, the weight lifted from his shoulders. The truth was, he’d gotten so used to justifying himself in a relationship that he felt like being defensive had become his second nature. “Sorry.”

He didn’t get a chance to appreciate the perfect smile she was giving him, that’s how desperately she dove straight into another kiss. She slid her tongue against his while she pried the foil packet from his hand. Without taking a look, she ripped open the package and took the condom out.

Beau closed his eyes while she rolled the condom onto his leaking length. He’d always pictured that he’d be all tongue and teeth, impatient, and assertive once he got the chance to fully be with Y/N. Instead, contentment rushed through his veins, making him feel calm. Grateful. At peace.

A surprised “Oh my God” escaped Y/N when the first few inches of his dick entered her, stretching her open with its girth. She proceeded to giggle into Beau’s mouth, which prompted him to laugh along. The tunes of his warm, welcoming chuckles were like tiny stabs of love to her heart.

The further she sank down on him, the more intense the pressure became. Her breathing started to shake, turning into uneven puffs of air that fanned his face.

Beau caught the sounds of her shallow breaths, sensing her discomfort. He gripped her hips and held her in place to slow her down. “Take your time, darlin’,” he whispered into her ear and felt her body tremble on top of him.

“Okay,” she whispered back and rested her forehead against his.

Beau snaked his arm around her waist to support her. His free hand dropped to her clit while he surged forward to meet her lips in a distracting kiss.

He stroked her little nub, making her insides quiver, until her hips started to rock on their own.

Gradually, she sank lower and lower, comforted by his kisses, until he was fully sheathed inside of her. A deep sigh escaped her once her ass met his thighs.

“There ya go,” he murmured, his mouth grazing hers as he spoke. He gave her full control, doing nothing other than hold her waist when she started to ride him. “Just take me how you need me.”

Y/N’s hips rotated in circular motions. She could feel how wet she was around him, hear it even. The hollow voices coming from the tv were no longer existent to her ears. It was all Beau. He was everywhere. The pure look in his eyes. His savory taste on her tongue. His enlarged tip in the depths of her body. Before long, she was moving faster, close to bouncing on his lap.

His palm moved to the back of her neck, giving his arm the opportunity to support her back while his fingers tangled in her hair. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” His voice was raspy, barely more than a low groan in his throat. He lowered his gaze to watch his himself slip in and out of her.

Suddenly, she tilted her hips just right. The way her tight inner walls squeezed his shaft sent Beau straight to the edge of bliss. The back of his head met the backrest of the couch, and his grip on her body slacked. The guttural moans that spilled from his mouth only spurred Y/N on, who started to ride him harder.

But he wasn’t willing to come yet. No, he couldn’t finish first. In his heart, he knew that his girl wouldn’t hold it against him if he did. But he needed to be a good experience for her. More than just good. He needed her to know how strongly he felt about her. 

“Holy- Y/N… Stop, wait.” He gathered all of his willpower to sit up with her in his lap.

As soon as she heard him say stop, her entire body froze. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Beau inhaled and let out a prolonged exhale, slowly releasing his breath until it turned into a surprised outpour of a chuckle. “Almost came.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He circled his arm around her waist and dove to the side, taking her down with him, pushing her onto her back. “I’m not done with you, beautiful.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his muscled back as Beau trapped her under his body, pinning her to the couch with his weight. She was smiling so widely that she feared her cheeks were going to burst open any second. The happiness that he planted within her made her feel invincible.

Her breath got lost in her throat when Beau rejoined their bodies, entering her in one smooth thrust. He sweetened the sting by covering her hand with his, intertwining their fingers next to her head.

Y/N’s free hand gripped the back of his neck to tug him down for a kiss. Beau’s mouth claimed hers while he pulled her leg over his hip, opening her up to him. Slowly, he started to rock back and forth, guiding them into a sensual rhythm.

“Mhhh,” she sighed as the head of his cock explored her from the inside, “That feels so good.”

Beau’s fingers tightened their grip on her hand. His eyes didn’t dare leave her face, scared to miss even the slightest reaction to his movements. He wanted to get to know her body, find out what she liked so that he could make her feel as good as she was making him feel. “God, you’re perfect,” he cooed as he buried himself inside of her.  

Y/N raised her legs, crossing her ankles behind his lower back. Their joined hands next to her head, their unwavering eye contact as well as Beau’s long, deep thrusts easily turned this experience into the most intimate sex she’d ever had. They breathed low moans and sweet praises into each other’s mouths.

“You’re grippin’ me so tight,” he grunted, dragging himself back and forth between her dripping folds. As he pushed forward, he was suddenly met with her sweet spot and a high-pitched whine.

“Mhhh, Beau! Right there.”

He closed in on that spot, steered by her angelic voice. The intensity of his thrusts moved her up and down the corduroy material of her couch. A sweet burning sensation dug itself into her back.

“You want me to keep goin’ like this?”

“Harder,” she croaked, high on pleasure.

“You sure?”

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she nodded her head. “Please, Beau.”

With a peck to her temple, he let go of her hand. He grabbed the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs to make room for himself, and pinned her thighs to her chest. When he plunged his dick back into her, Y/N’s head fell back. The new angle made him go unbelievably deep.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

“You okay there?” He grinned, propping himself up with his hands on the backs of her knees.

Staring at the ceiling, Y/N’s eyes threatened to roll back into her head. “Amazing…”

Beau picked up the pace and force, bending her in half. Small droplets of sweat gathered along his forehead and chest, dripping down onto her heated skin. The sight of her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, the sight of her flushed face, of his cock disappearing into her pussy, it was overwhelming.

Y/N’s voice was like a rising storm, her lips parting to make her pleasure known. She was so close to her orgasm. So close to falling over the edge.

And when she came a few minutes later, she looked at his face. His handsome features were twisted with hunger, and with something soft, something delicate. Y/N gasped a final cry of delight, her body shaking below him. Her legs felt like jell-o, her clit was vibrating, and she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

The way her pussy fluttered around him sent Beau spiraling into his own orgasm. He finally allowed himself to let go. Jolts of bliss pulsed through his lower body as he came on top of Y/N. His stomach clenched as he shot warm ropes of relief into the condom.

The sounds of his tender, drawn-out groans filled the room, then faded away as he collapsed into her embrace, met with open arms.

Face to face, they panted against each other’s kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you,” Beau breathed, his chest heaving against hers. He didn’t dare raise his voice above a whisper, fearing that he might break the small bubble they were hiding in, separated from the harshness of the world.

Y/N felt light and fragile like a little butterfly, doted on by the fondness in her partner’s eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Best damn sleepover ever,” he declared under his breath.

Soon after, their low hums of shared laughter filled the living room.

Part 7

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Come Find Me - Part Two

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Series Summary: You are a new arrival to Big Sky, Montana, and found gainful employment with the local insurance department next door to the sheriff’s department. A whole new life with your past haunting you, while Beau is still dealing with the entanglements with his ex-wife. Can either of you succeed in overcoming your ghosts?

Word Count: 3,088

Tags/Warnings: mentions domestic violence, intimate partner violence, minor problems with the police, hints of murder, some fluff (maybe?)

Divider: credit to @tsunami-of-tears

Chapter Two: The Opportunistic Thief

Y/N struggled to sleep that night. It didn’t matter that your new place was instantly cozy and was provided a security system, courtesy of the landlord. It bothered you because it was new, unfamiliar. You knew that.

Yet, you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned, fluffed your pillow, shoved aside your pillow, threw off the blankets and then tugged them back over you. You were the very image of a restless sleeper.

The frustration boiled over and you growled, pushing your blankets off again. You stumbled out of bed and headed to your kitchen to make some tea. Maybe some Sleepytime tea would do the trick.

BANG!

You nearly screamed as you tripped into the kitchen counter, gripping the edges hard. The bang had come from outside. Not against your doors or windows, but something had been struck.

The fear thudded hard in your chest. The first thought screaming in your head was, what if it was Mark? What if he found you?

The more rational side tried to argue against the fear. It could have been a raccoon that knocked over a trash can. A branch could have fallen. Hell, maybe someone collided against something.

You had a security system, but it didn’t have video. Just wires to alert if a door or window had been forcibly opened.

You didn’t want to go outside. Not alone. Because if it was him….

Beau’s words echoed in your mind: “If you ever feel you need to talk, if somethin’ got you jumpy, whatever, give me a call.”

Y/N was definitely jumpy. You reached for your cellphone, scrolled down to Beau’s name and paused. It was late. Did you have the right to bother him?

You looked at the clock and knew. You’d never be able to go back to sleep without knowing it was safe. You pursed your lips and hit the number.

—

“Well,” Beau said as he entered your home again, raking his fingers through his hair. He’d been woken in the middle of the night and treated you with such grace and compassion it was almost breathtaking. Most people would have been annoyed at being woken. “Near as I can figure it, it was a metal trash can that got knocked over by an opportunistic pizza lover.”

You blink and smile, curious. “How did you know it was a pizza lover?”

He smiled. “Opened pizza box with at least one slice left.”

Unable to resist, you asked, “What was the flavor?”

“Looked like a sausage, extra cheese pizza,” he said, playing along.

“Ah. The raccoon has good taste,” you said with a laugh.

“He does. That he does.” Beau’s smile, despite the tired expression on his face, lit him up, brightened those gorgeous green eyes of his.

“Now how do you know it was a male raccoon?” You were teasing, your tone playful.

Beau clutched at his heart in mock defense. “You’re right. It could’ve been a female raccoon, being sneaky and clever in finding food. My sincerest apologies.”

You laughed, amused at how easily it was to banter with him. “Thank you, Beau, truly, for coming tonight. I heard that crash and…”

You trail off, the humor gone. Nightmarish visions of Mark breaking into your home and attacking you again terrified you.

“Hey…” His tone was gentle. Beau resisted the urge to touch your shoulder in reassurance. He didn’t want to trigger you. “It’s all right. I said call me if you needed help. That’s what ya did and I came, no problems.”

You summon up a weak smile, fear still clutching at your belly. “I appreciate it. So many people would make that offer and not mean it.”

Beau’s gaze searched yours before he gently said, “I ain’t one of them. You needed help, you called, and I came, all right?”

You felt that lump in your throat again and nodded, touched by this man’s kindness. Such a stark contrast to Mark. “Thank you,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m gonna do a final check around the property to make sure,” Beau said. “But I’m confident our opportunistic raccoon is the culprit.”

“I appreciate that,” you said, taking another deep breath to banish the visions in your mind.

Beau tipped his head and headed out to do a final round. You stood there, uncertain, lost. Just a damned trash can had you scrambling, and you hated that helpless feeling that lingered. Then you remembered what brought you to the kitchen in the first place: tea. Making tea would be relaxing, calming, something to occupy the mind until Beau came back.

You grabbed the tea kettle, filled it with water, and set it on the stove. After a moment’s thought, you grabbed two mugs out of the cupboard, thinking Beau might like some. Especially after you had woken him from what was likely a good night’s sleep.

By the time Beau came back from his final check around your property, you had the tea steeped, flavored with honey, and ready. When he walked back in, you held out the mug of tea with a smile. He lifted his brows out of curiosity.

“What’s this?”

“Sleepytime tea,” you said with a smile.

Beau sniffed at the tea’s aroma. “What is it?”

You chuckle. “It’s got chamomile, spearmint and lemon grass. It’s supposed to help relax you so you can sleep. I was…” You worked your way past the initial memory of terror from the trash can crash. “I was actually in the process of coming to the kitchen when the noise happened.”

“Problems sleepin’?” he asked, taking an experimental sip. Deciding he liked it, Beau took a longer drink.

“Problems… with everything,” you said with a sigh. “It’s not easy moving into a new place.”

Beau leaned against the counter, regarded you with a thoughtful look. “You know, I’m a recent transplant myself. Most recently Houston. So I feel ya. Bought myself a little trailer in the middle of a huge plot of land just outside Big Sky.”

You choke a bit on your tea as it dawned on you just how far Beau had to drive to come help you. “Oh my God, Beau—”

Immediately he caught on to what was distressing you and held up a hand to stop you. “Nope. We’re not havin’ a pity party and a load of apologies.”

“But—”

“Darlin’, listen,” Beau said, his expression gentle despite his firm tone, “I meant it. It’s my job as sheriff to protect the people. You’re one of them.”

For some reason, the statement that it was his job made your heart clench. You swallowed back your knee-jerk emotional response and gave him a shaky smile. “You’re not going to tell me how far a drive it was, are you?”

“Nope.” He paused over the mug, and something in his green eyes softened. “I’m glad you called me, Y/N. I’m glad I could help give you a bit of peace after everythin’ you went through.”

That got to you. The compassion, the kindness. You felt the lump form in your throat, the rise of emotions. Your vision blurred as tears welled up.

“Hey…”

You shook your head and held up a hand, turning away to regain control of yourself. “I’m fine,” you croaked. The hand holding the mug trembled, and you cursed inwardly. You hated this. You hated feeling weak, emotional, over something so god damned trivial—

Then you felt it: his presence. Warm, compassionate, protective. He was right behind you. Your breath hitch, mingled with a soft gasp.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispered, lightly touching your shoulder with just enough pressure to encourage you to turn around. The moment you do, you’re engulfed in a soothing embrace. Your resistance crumbled and for the first time since you left Mark, you cry. The tears, the pain, the fear, all of it came pouring out as you bury your face in Beau’s chest.

Eventually, it filtered through to you that Beau was whispering, his lips buried in your hair. “It’s all right, darlin’,” he whispered. “Let it all out. I ain’t gonna judge.”

You lost track of how long you cried in his arms. Only that after a while, the storm passed, leaving hiccups and sandpapery eyes. And a rather large spot of wetness on Beau’s buttoned-up shirt. Sensing you were done with your tears, Beau reluctantly released you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Feelin’ better?” he asked softly, studying you.

You nodded, sniffled and wiped at your damp cheeks. “Y-yeah. I’m s—”

“God help me,” Beau interrupted you, “but if you apologize one more time I’m gonna take you over my knee and spank you.”

Unexpectedly, you grin, mischief sparkling in your blue eyes. “Promise?”

Beau did a double-take, threw his head back and laughed. “You’re one of those women, ain’t you?”

You giggle and shook your head. “No… I just… you left such a perfect opening and I just… took it.”

He chuckled again, warmth in his tired, beautiful green eyes. “Well, now I know you’ll be all right.”

“I will be,” you agreed, though you couldn’t help but feel that the two of you were discussing very different topics.

“Have a good night, Y/N,” he said, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment. “I imagine I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, given you’ll be workin’ next door.”

You blink, surprised. “How did you…?”

“Doris.” His grin was wry, bemused. “That woman can sniff gossip at ten miles, I swear.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “After you left, Arthur came in to let us know so we wouldn’t be concerned over this new person in his office. Doris asked him all sorts of questions, and then came in and told me.”

“Oh.”

He chuckled at the alarmed look on your face. “Don’t worry, darlin’. The long and short of it is, we know you’ll be workin’ next door and have permission to be there.”

You relaxed. You’re certain Arthur learned some personal information about you that you’d rather wouldn’t be spread around Big Sky. Or worse, the pity….

“Beau,” you said immediately, your stomach clenching. “Doris, she wouldn’t… s-share about me, would she?”

He shook his head and you felt the knot loosening. “She’ll talk about marriages, scandalous affairs, divorces, you name it—but she draws the line at domestic violence, darlin’. Ain’t nobody’s business unless we had to. I promise you that.”

You let out a breath, reassured. Doris had some boundaries then. You could respect that, even as you deplored gossip. “Okay… good. I’m… that’s good.”

Beau’s smile was quick, tired. “Now… if there’s nothin’ else I can do for you, Miss Y/N… I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Beau. Drive safe and get some rest yourself,” you said, a tad reluctant to let him go.

There was the briefest of pauses before Beau nodded at you and left. It was a long, long time before sleep stole you away, and only the memory of the way he held you helped you fall asleep.

—

Your first morning at Arthur’s insurance office—charmingly called The Big Guy—was chaotic, but within a couple of hours, you had a pattern and routine down. Clients called needing help, newcomers came in and wanted to buy insurance, and it was all so busy you were startled to see the clock read 12:00 at you. That was when it dawned on you that you weren’t sure how Arthur handled lunch. It was just literally you in the office. Did he close up for an hour? Half hour? Did he eat and answer calls in the meantime?

Then Doris came in like a tornado, a plate of steaming food in hand, shut the door behind her, locked it, dug up a sign (where did she find it?!) and put it on the door. Then she went straight to the phone and pulled it off the hook.

“W-what?” you stammer, more than a little stunned.

“Arthur never learned to stop and eat,” Doris said briskly, placing the plate in front of you. It was lasagna. Beau must be in heaven right now, you thought with an inner grin. “So I’m gonna teach you, little girl. Take your breaks. Clients will come and go. You only have your health once. So. Eat.”

“I don’t—”

Doris whipped out a fork and knife from her pocket and handed them to you. You shut up and took a bite of the lasagna—and moaned. It was delicious, just the right blend of savory spices and cheese. No wonder Beau had a panic attack at the threat of Doris withholding the lasagna.

“Doris, this is delicious,” you managed between mouthfuls. You had gotten up so late this morning, all you had was a cup of coffee before you arrived at the office, three minutes past 8 o’clock. “I want the recipe.”

“I’ll leave it to you in my will,” she quipped. You laughed and kept on eating. After a few more bites, Doris continued. “Maybe that’ll get Beau to marry you.”

You choke, coughed, and fought to swallow what you could and still breathe. “What?” you rasped, your throat raw.

“You heard me.”

“Doris, we just met!”

“Uh huh. And I’ve never seen a man more smitten than the one who walked into the office this morning,” she said conversationally.

You stare at her. Then a coin dropped. “He told you about the phone call.”

“And the hug.”

You groan, buried your face in your hands. “Oh my God,” you said, your voice muffled, horrified.

“Y/N,” Doris said kindly. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Suspicious, you part your fingers to stare at her.

She continued, holding your gaze, calm and steady. “You don’t. Beau’s been divorced for some time, unable to move on from his ex-wife. You’re the first woman he’s even seemed fascinated by.”

You paused, then asked, “Are you in the habit of letting the person of interest know about this?”

Doris barked a laugh. “Oh hell no, child. I’m usually not into matchmaking.”

Your brows were starting to feel like they might make permanent residence in your hairline. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Matchmaking?” You stare at Doris. “I—you—you barely know me!”

“I spent all morning on the phone with Billings PD,” Doris said casually, her dark eyes pinning you in place. “Got your files. Saw a name on there I recognized. Your old landlady, Mrs. Stefanik. She and I used to go to the same quilting club ages ago.”

You froze. Mrs. Stefanik had been the one who heard you screaming, the one who called 911 and then threatened Mark when he tried to flee—with a goddamned baseball bat. The woman was tough as nails and you loved her for it.

She was also the one who came and visited you at the hospital as you recovered. The one who made sure the police heard everything so that your restraining order was upheld, that Mark was held for 48 hours so she could take your possessions and put them in a safe place.

“H-how… how is she?” you finally asked, your voice a whisper.

“She asked after you too,” Doris said with a pleased nod. “She’s happy to hear you’re safe and doing well.”

“I’ve been here all of a week,” you protested weakly.

“Safe and doing well,” Doris repeated firmly. “Stop putting yourself down, girl. A week or a year doesn’t change that immediate fact.”

You stared at her for a long moment, then nodded for her to go on.

“Beau won’t know what I know,” she said suddenly. “Some of it is in the files and I’ve no doubt that boy will read it all. I came to let you know. And to make sure you ate.”

It finally dawned on you why Doris came over. Not quite to play matchmaker, though that was obviously one of her goals. “You wanted me to know in case he came and asked me some more questions,” you said slowly. “So I wouldn’t be blindsided.”

“Not in case,” Doris said with a knowing nod. “He will, mark my words.” She was quiet for a moment, then added gently, “I was married once. I loved my Stan, but he had a wicked temper. Used to smack me around some. Then when we had kids, he started on them and I knew it had to end. Divorce back then was hard as hell, and more often than not, we’d just grab our kids and run.”

The lasagna stuck in your throat. You swallowed hard to force it down, and asked softly, “What happened?”

“An accident,” she said, and there was something dark in her tone that set your nerves on edge. “He was driving drunk to work and his brakes cut out. Semi took him out.”

You knew right then and there Doris was a dangerous woman and a strong one. “Does Beau know?”

“He knows enough not to arrest me,” Doris said dryly. She waved her hand and snatched up your empty plate and the utensils. “I’m sharin’ this with you for a reason, girl. Beau’s a good man. Not too long ago he nearly went mad with grief when his daughter Emily got kidnapped by a serial killer. He’d raise heaven and hell to keep her safe. The same goes for his ex-wife, Carla.” Those dark eyes pinned you down again. “And I think he’ll do the same for you.”

“Doris… why did they divorce?” you asked, your curiosity going wild with needing to know.

She was about to rise from her seat when your question made her sit down again. “His partner died on a case. Made Beau shut down completely. Carla tried for months to reach him and she just… couldn’t get through to him. Beau blamed himself, which made it worse. Carla wanted marriage counseling, but that didn’t work either. Sometimes… things fall apart. So Carla filed for divorce.”

You took that in, thinking of the sweet man who came to make sure you were safe, who held you as you cried.

Doris watched you keenly, then added, “She’s the reason he came to Big Sky. Well, her late husband was. Since Beau didn’t want to lose access to Emily, he uprooted and came here too. Been here ever since.”

You squint at Doris, then asked carefully, “Why are you playing matchmaker, Doris?”

“Because sometimes bringing two broken people together can make an amazing love story.”

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That Simple

Part 5

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?  

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 2.7k

Chapter warnings: Nudity, mentions of sex

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His chest rose and fell with steady breaths. His body was covered by warm sheets, his head resting on a soft pillow. An invisible curtain of ease and safety was floating around him, shielding his body from the troubles of the outside world. With his eyes still closed, he smacked his lips together. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so comfortable in his own bed.

Then, suddenly, the mattress moved. Instantly, one of Beau’s mossy green eyes squinted open. One glance to the side, and he spotted Y/N next to him, curled into a little ball of limbs and bedsheets.

Last night’s memories came back to life in his head. With grinning lips, he fully opened both of his eyes. He wasn’t resting on his own mattress. Y/N was sharing hers with him. Beau squirmed closer to her, crossing the invisible line to her side of the bed.

His girlfriend felt the vibrations of his movements. The smile reached her face before her eyes were even fully open. Gladly, she let her partner pull her into his strong arms. His bare skin radiated heat, engulfing her in a cocoon made of tenderness.

“Mhh,” she hummed, creeping further into his embrace to escape the cold morning air that came pouring inside through the window, “Good morning.”

“Mornin’, beautiful.” He cradled her to his body, rubbing his large hands up and down her back, making her rock softly in his arms. “Sleep well?”

“I haven’t slept that well in ages,” she confessed. Her words were followed by a quiet yawn. “You?”

Puckering his lips, he pecked her temple. “Me neither,” he muttered, his voice still raspy.

A short, high-pitched sound echoed through the bedroom. Y/N had put her phone on silent the night before, so she knew it had to be Beau’s.

He pointedly ignored the fact that he’d received a text message. His deep green orbs observed his girlfriend, roaming every single angelic feature of hers. To him, she was the true definition of a saint. She was generous, humble, and kindhearted. In her presence, he felt nothing but cherished. How had he gotten so lucky?

With an absentminded smile, Y/N ghosted her fingertips along his chest. Beau was all muscle, strength, and freckled skin. On the outside, he was a guardian of the law, a bit of a goofball, and a male model. On the inside, he was filled to the brim with love. How had she gotten so lucky?

His phone dinged again. Y/N saw his gaze flicker to the side for a second, but once again, he seemingly decided against taking a look.

Her fingers continued their wanton journey across his chest, moving slowly from his firm pecs to his soft stomach. When she reached the happy trail leading into his jeans, he held his breath for a second.

“Y/N,” his husky voice ripped her out of her trance.

She peered up at his face, and was met with a look of pure adoration.

Beau’s fingers grasped her chin, his thumb shamelessly grazing her bottom lip. Tilting her head towards him, he pressed his mouth to hers. His hand snaked to the hallow of her throat, his grip gentle yet demanding.

With their lips sealed in a sensual kiss, Y/N’s fingertips wandered south. They brushed against the bulge in his jeans, and she felt him shudder against her. Would he shiver the same way if she made him come? Would he moan, grunt, or even cry out? The anticipation was killing her.

Much to their dismay, the two of them were interrupted by his phone making yet another dinging sound.

Beau froze against Y/N’s tempting lips. Begrudgingly, he pulled away and met her gaze. He shortly shut his eyes with annoyance. “This can’t be for real.”

Chasing his touch, she leaned forward to nuzzle his jaw with her nose. “You’re the Sheriff,” she stated, basking in the heat he was radiating, “This town can’t go without you.”

“Not even one goddamn mornin’?” Sometimes, he felt like he was biting off more than he could chew. Y/N was the only cure he currently had for his self-doubts.

“I’m afraid not, baby,” she muttered, wanting nothing more than to selfishly keep him by her side. But when you dated the Sheriff, you agreed to share him with your hometown.

With a grumpy little frown on his face, Beau tore himself away from his girl and reached for his phone on the floor. As he held the device to his face, his gaze skipped back and forth across the lines on the screen. “Hoyt wants me to meet her in the office. Says she’s got a lead.”

Y/N sat up against the headboard. “That’s good, isn’t it?”  

“Technically.” The scowl stuck to his face. All he wanted was to stay in Y/N’s bed and savor being in her loving presence. He glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. With one theatrical dive backwards, he let himself drop on the mattress. “It’s too early to be dealin’ with criminals.”

The creases around Y/N’s eyes deepened playfully. “And here I was, thinking Beau Arlen was a morning person.”

He wriggled closer to her and shifted on the bed so that he could place his head in her lap. His beautiful emerald orbs blinked up at her through his long eyelashes. “I’m a let’s-make-out-in-the-morning person. Not a let’s-solve-a-murder-before-breakfast person. Meanin’ I don’t wanna leave this bed till you kick me out.”

Y/N enjoyed the weight of his head on her thighs. She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair, gently caressing his scalp. “Well, I kinda have to kick you out now. What type of citizen would I be to take the Sheriff away from my fellow townspeople?”, she inquired, knowing that her dutiful boyfriend probably wouldn’t need much more convincing.

“Ugh, alright,” Beau groaned and reluctantly rolled off of her, away from her caring touch, “Can I use your bathroom real quick?”

“Sure. Just look through the cabinet and grab any products you need.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He smiled a breathtaking smile and got up from the bed, giving Y/N a spectacular show of the flexing muscles in his broad back.

She brushed back her unkempt hair to give herself a better view of his toned body. “You mind if I take a shower while you’re in there?”, she asked.

His brows rose up as he grabbed his shirt. “Uh, no. Go ahead.”

When Y/N stepped into the bathroom a few minutes later, Beau was standing by the sink. He’d found her pack of toothbrushes in the cabinet and was currently brushing his teeth. He acknowledged her with a little smile in the mirror.

A deep sense of contentment filled her heart. She could get used to shared mornings with her partner. His presence put her at ease, and at the same time, it drove her wild, making her feel alive. She couldn’t wait to move forward with their relationship.

As he kept brushing his teeth, Y/N walked over to the shower and pulled her tank top over her head.

Beau’s curious green eyes darted to that one spot in the mirror where her bare back was visible. Soon after, the same eyes looked away, finding shy interest in the white sink before them.

As soon as Y/N was naked, she stepped into her open shower. She turned on the water, separated from her boyfriend by nothing other than a thin wall made of glass.

Hot water soon cascaded down her body, relaxing her muscles, making her release a low hum.

What she didn’t notice was the way Beau’s Adam’s apple bopped in his throat. Unbeknownst to Y/N, that little moan of hers made him want to drag her out of the shower and toss her on the bed. He quickly spat out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth, willing himself to behave.

What Y/N did notice, though, was that he didn’t spare her a single glance. Almost as if he was trying really hard not to take a peek. Then, realization hit her that, despite already having used his oral skills on her, he still hadn’t seen her fully naked.

Her heart throbbed in her chest as she realized he was being respectful of potential boundaries. Now, it was on her to let him know that he didn’t have to be a full-time gentleman around her.

After taking a breath, Y/N stepped out from behind the glass wall. Her heart sped up as she pushed out her hip and placed a hand on her waist. “Beau,” she caught his attention while putting herself on display for him.

He reacted with a fleeting sideways glance. “Hm?”

“You can look at my body, you know.”

His head tilted slowly, until his stunned gaze met hers.

“Actually…,” she continued, studying his reaction closely, “I want you to.”

Was he dreaming? Beau just blinked at her a few times, glued to the spot, dumbfounded.  

Then, finally, after searching her eyes, his gaze started to wander, moving from her feet all the way up to her face. He took his sweet time enjoying the sight of her legs, her pubic mound, the swell of her hips, her stomach, the droplets of water that ran down between her breasts.

Y/N’s lower lip disappeared between her teeth. She held her breath as he examined her bare body. Her hopes were soaring. Did he like what he saw?

A wholehearted sigh escaped him, visibly letting his chest rise and collapse. “You want me to be late, is that it?” His eyes became hooded, and a smirk stretched across his lips. “You’re plannin’ to overwhelm me with all that sex appeal.”

An enamored chuckle lit up her face. Her insides were buzzing, making her feel like she was falling in love for the very first time. “Well… You’re more than welcome to join me.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, tossing his head back, “Don’t give me naughty ideas right now, darlin’.”

Y/N smiled and briefly glanced at the floor before looking at Beau’s face again. “Next time?”

“Oh, you better count on it.”

Very pleased with his determined reaction, Y/N sent a wink his way and went back to taking her shower.  

This time, he didn’t keep himself from stealing glances at her through the glass wall. In fact, he could hardly contain himself, sending her approving looks and smoldering smirks. Her raw beauty was a sight to behold, and he was now granted permission to freely savor it in all its glory. He could definitely get used to mornings with Y/N.

Y/N pulled open the front door for him. A cool breeze hit her wet hair, making her shiver slightly. “Promise me you’ll get some proper breakfast on the way.”

Beau stepped up to the door and swallowed his last bite of the granola bar that she’d shoved in his hand. “Yes, mom.” As soon as she narrowed her eyes at him, he lifted his hands, and swore, “I promise.”

The corners of her mouth quirked up. She didn’t want to part ways with him yet, but luckily, they’d already planned their next date. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, about that…” He shifted on his feet and rubbed his palms together. A spark of nervousness rippled through him, making his mouth feel dry. “Emily’s comin’ over tomorrow.”

“That’s great!”, she exclaimed instantly. She knew how much he longed to spend more time with his daughter, and Y/N never wanted to get in the way of that.

He caught his plump bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it for a second, subtly nodding his head. “Do you…” He paused and extended his hands, gesturing towards Y/N. “Any chance you wanna… Ya know, meet her?”

She felt like her jaw was about to hit the floor. Since they’d agreed to take things slow, she hadn’t expected this kind of offer from him anytime soon. “Wh- Meet Emily?”

He rocked back and forth on his boots, tilting his head ‘yes.’

“I… Are you sure?” Y/N couldn’t hold back the surprised tone in her voice. “I mean, is she gonna be okay with that?”

“Actually… She suggested it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Apparently…” Beau’s anxious fingers scratched the back of his neck. “I talk about you a lot.”

Y/N’s soul was floating. Ready for takeoff, we’re headed straight to cloud nine. “I would love to meet her,” she said with a delighted smile on her lips.

As her response entered his ears, a wave of relief washed over him. He’d been terrified of being too straightforward, of moving too fast for Y/N’s liking. The last thing he’d wanted was to scare her off by reading her boundaries wrong. “That simple?”, he inquired.

“That simple.” Her shoulders twitched casually, but her Y/E/C orbs were shining with a cheerful glimmer. “Just text me the time and I’ll be there.”

“Awesome.”

The couple grinned at each other for a few moments, glowing with joy like two beacons of light.

Beau’s feet carried him close to her, so close that their bodies pressed together. He took a hold of her waist, letting his touch travel under her shirt. His fingers sank into the smooth skin that was hidden there. He leaned down, prompting his girlfriend to lean up.

Y/N circled her arms around his neck and puckered her mouth against his. His soft-lipped kisses never failed to take her breath away. The taste of his tongue made all her thoughts go quiet, made her revel in the passion that she felt for him. She wanted more, wanted all of him, but sadly duty was calling her charming Texan.

Beau hummed into her mouth and broke away from her. He had to end their kiss, otherwise he was pretty sure he would never make it to the station. He stroked a hand through her damp hair and pecked her forehead.

Just then, Beau’s cab arrived in Y/N’s driveway. Actually, it was deputy Poppernak, saving his boss the trouble of having to get his own car on foot.

“Alright, gotta go,” Beau said, “Hoyt’s gonna kill me if I don’t show up at the station soon.”

“Take care, okay?”

“Always.” After squeezing Y/N’s shoulder, he crossed the threshold and walked outside. “I’ll call you later.”

She watched as his bowlegs trudged down her porch steps. Her feet felt like they were barely touching the ground. She was going to meet her partner’s daughter! Immersed in her thoughts, Y/N zoned out. Should she bring a gift for Emily? What was she supposed to wear? What kind of small talk did teenagers engage in these days?

She didn’t even notice that Beau slowed down and turned back around to look at her. “Oh, and Y/N?”, he called out.

At the sound of his voice, she picked her gaze up from the floor. “Yeah?”

His pink tongue snuck between his perfect teeth as he grinned at her. The tiny dimples in his cheeks deepened gleefully. “I love you, too.”

“Wh-“ Y/N’s consciousness said goodbye for a second, making it hard for her to process his words. Her eyes went wide when she realized he must have caught her confession from the previous night. “You heard that?”

“I sure did.” He smirked and proudly nodded his head. When Y/N had whispered to him that she loved him, he almost hadn’t believed it. A woman like her falling for a guy like him? It almost felt like a dream, too good to be true. But judging by the way she behaved around him, how much affection she provided him with, he owed it to her and to himself to accept the truth. “Music to my ears, darlin.”

Beau’s grin faded a little when his phone started to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out, and sure enough, Jenny’s name lined his screen in angry bold letters. With one last wink in his girlfriend’s direction, he picked up. “Hoyt… Yeah, I… Would you let me explain?”

As he bickered with his colleague on the way to the car, Y/N remained in the doorway, blushing to herself. Her cheeks felt flaming hot despite the cold air that surrounded her.

When the car drove by with both Beau and Poppernak waving at her, she waved back with a smile. Aside from her rosy cheeks, she looked rather calm on the outside. But on the inside, her spirits were flying high.

Beau Arlen loved her.

Part 6

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[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 10

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Mistreatment of Alphas (yeah, you read that right)

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Y/N’s POV:

It took what felt like an eternity for Beau’s name to be called at the local Helena Rapid Care center. Y/N was pretty sure that it was because he was an Alpha, and one with the Rut hormone still present in his bloodwork, because they were literally the only ones there, and they didn’t even call them back into a private room until the Alpha Doctor, John Carter, that had saw him when he’d gone in for his gunshot wound had sown up to the center, still drinking his coffee and walking around eating his donut like he could care less that Beau and Y/N had been sitting alone in that cold waiting room with Beau running what Y/N had guess was a pretty impressive fever, and totally uncomfortable, for more than an hour. So much for ‘rapid care’, honestly it was a good thing the man wasn’t bleeding, because he would have bled to death before they decided to call him back. 

When they did finally call his name, the Beta male nurse walked them to an exam room in the very back of the building, and demanded that Y/N help ‘her Alpha’, change into a hospital gown, before leaving only to return with two different male nurses, one of which was an Omega who looked completely terrified to even be in the same room with Beau, JUST so that he could draw a blood sample. 

Y/N could tell that Beau wasn’t used to being treated this way. He was the sheriff; mostly respected in the small town. He wasn’t a danger to anyone, and even though Y/N and Beau had their issues, she was sure that even if he was in full fledged rut, he’d never hurt a hair on anyone’s head. Hell, he’d shown her his gun, and told her to fucking shoot him if she felt that he’d hurt during his rut!! He was never a threat to anyone and the way they were treating him made her blood boil. 

Sure, there were some really bad Alpha’s out there. Some of them were dangerous. Some of them used Omegas and Betas as if they were nothing more than a wet whole to knot. Property. Beau was NOT one of those Alphas, and the fact that they seemed to make that assumption about him, and treat him as such, was just fucking rude and hurtful. Not to mention he already felt horrible anyway. 

When the door shut, Beau, completely uncharacteristic to the way he’d treated her from the moment she’d picked him up at the hospital yesterday, had slid closer to her in the chairs they had them sitting in and leaned his head against her shoulder.  They could have at least supplied him with an exam room that had a bed, but apparently they couldn’t be bothered to have him that close to the main desk, so they had shoved him in this little room with just two straight back chairs. Y/N shifted so that he could at least lean into her more comfortably as she set there stewing in her anger. She wasn’t sure how she’d pull it off, because as far as rights go, Omegas had very little rights, but she was definitely going to contact Jenny and Beau’s other partner they called ‘Popcorn’, to make a formal complaint against this place, regardless of whatever happened between Beau and Y/N. This was cruel. 

She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and get Beau dressed to take him across town to another hospital that might at least treat him like another human being instead of a fucking rabid dog, when a loud rap sounded on the door, and Carter opened it. 

“Okay, let’s have a look at that shoulder, '' he announced, ignoring Y/N completely and stalking over to Beau with the full air of an annoyed Alpha as Beau sat up straight next to her. “Then we will go over your blood panel with you that was drawn when they brought you back here.”

The sound that the chair he dragged across the linoleum floor made Y/N flinch as he settled himself in front of Beau, and started to unwrap his shoulder. Beau just kept his head down, clearly he felt like utter crap for even having to come here, the least this douchebag could do was be a little more respectful to him, but Y/N guessed that he was in a mood, and just didn't care. 

“Your shoulder looks fine,” he announced after a moment before he started to rewrap it. 

“But it hurts worse,” Beau protested, and the doctor shot a glare in Y/N’s direction that left little to no doubt that the doctor’s source of annoyance was actually HER rather than Beau. 

“That’s because the fever is burning off the pain medication before you can really get much relief from it,” he answered sternly. “Which brings me to the next issue I want to address here.”

The doctor stepped back and glared at Y/N as if he hated her very being, and she sank back in the chair to make herself smaller in spite of herself. Honestly, she hated looking weak in front of a room full of Alphas. 

“Has anyone ever explained to you how your body’s function? How your hormones, especially the all important Alpha Rut Hormone is produced?”

Both Beau and Jenny just look at one another in confusion before shaking their heads and looking back towards the doctor, who pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in exasperation. 

“The Alpha Male Rut hormone is stored and produced, in the testicals, much like testosterone. When a male successfully ejaculates, the hormone, along with a strong dose of testosterone and live sperm is released from the body. That’s why in order for the rut to pass, he needs to find a mate to help him, OR, if he’s young enough, he can manage with toys and just self ejaculation until enough of the hormone has left the body, and the rut passes.”

Both Beau and Y/N were staring at the doctor like a deer caught in headlights, but Y/N was pretty sure that she knew what the doctor was getting at, and slowly, Beau seemed to catch up too. 

“But I’m not in rut,” Beau argued, “and my shoulder isn’t infected, so what are you getting at? Why am I running a fever?”

“When your body is not able to release the Rut Hormones in the way the creator, or biology, whatever you believe in, intended, it is cycled through the system and back into the body, causing a rut fever, which is exactly what you have. You have so much of the Rut Hormone present in your bloodwork this morning, I’m surprised you’re not feral.”

Beau looked down at his lap, blushing deeply under the doctor’s gaze, and Y/N temper rose as her nostrils flared. So this is how they treat sick Alphas who might be feral? Like rabid dogs? 

“The only way you’re going to get rid of the fever and not go feral, is for that Omega you have over there in the corner of the room get off of whatever prude horse she’s riding on right now, and do what nature intended the pair of you to do, because the fever is going to literally fry your brain, and you’re going to be nothing but a drooling, feral mess that someone will have to put down.”

The sound that erupted from Beau’s chest damn near made Y/N fall out of the chair she was sitting in. He shot to his feet so fast, with his hand around the doctor’s throat, that she didn’t even really see the movement, until she registered that he had the doctor around the neck, and was attempting to choke the man to death. 

“Never speak about my Omega like that again, or I will snap your skinny little neck. Do you understand me?” the Alpha warned, and the doctor could only gasp and nod as Beau dropped him to the ground. 

“Get him dressed and out of here, I’m no longer going to be your primary provider,” the doctor said as he stood to his feet and adjusted his lab coat before storming out of the door. 

Beau stood there angry and breathing heavily between Y/N and the doctor until the door was closed, at which point Beau turned to her, shame and disgusted clearly plastered over his face. 

Y/N stood slowly, approaching the Alpha as if he could snap on her at any moment, because honestly, she wasn’t sure what to make of him. He’d never stood up to anyone about her before, and it wasn’t something she expected, but if the doctor was right, and the hormone was present in his system that heavily, he was dangerous, and could indeed snap if he was set off. 

“Come on Beau,” she said, grabbing his shirt and showing it to him. “Let’s get you dressed and take you home.”

Beau’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he let her help him out of the hospital gown, he didn’t say a word, just stared at the floor. The grim silence that fell around him was almost palpable, and she wondered if this is what it was like in the final moments that someone had just accepted their fate, and given up. Sheer, painful, utterly silent loss. 

Beau’s POV:

Beau’s feet felt as if they weighed 1,000 lbs as he followed Y/N out of the clinic through the back door, because they refused to let him walk through the front of the clinic, into the cold, sleeting rain. His shoulder was screaming in pain, and his chest felt as if it weighed a million tons with each breath he took as he did his best to stave off the impending panic attack. 

This was it, the end of the road for him. He was going ‘home’ to die on the couch of the one person that could save his life, and honestly, it was his own fault. He was the one that stupidly made her hate him. He was the one that pushed her away. He was the one who refused to do what instinct told him to do the night she showed up at his trailer, all because he thought she deserved better at  her age than to be stuck with someone that carried as much baggage from his past as he did. He’d created the recipe for his own end. He had no one to blame but himself. That didn’t make it hurt any less. 

If he could just go home to his trailer, then he could end it himself before it got too far, and feral. He would at least be able to die with some measure of dignity then. Not a drooling, fever-brained mess that most likely won't even be able to talk. He’d have rather gone in the line of duty than this. 

Beau crammed himself into the passenger seat of her little car, and waited for her to settle herself in the car and close the door to the cold before he cleared his throat to force himself to speak, praying to whatever god was listening that she would either feel sorry enough for him that she’d let him die his way, or that she wanted to unload him bad enough, at this point, either way he’d take it. 

“Please take me back to my trailer. I wanna go home,” he said, his voice rough and barely above a whisper as he stared blankly out of the window. The first good snow would set in soon, but most likely he wouldn’t be able to see it. He’d probably be dead before it settled onto the ground. 

“Maybe we can try another place,” she tried. “That’s just one person’s opinion. Maybe there’s a doctor in another county that can help or—”

Beau just shook his head and stared back at her, defeated, sick, and more alone than he’d ever felt in his life, it was enough to close her mouth without him even opening his. 

“There’s no doctor going to help in another county,” he said, letting one single tear spill from his emerald depths that were swimming with emotions. “Just take me home so I can at least die in my own bed. Can you please let me have that much? I will leave a note, saying it was my choice so that you won't get in any trouble. Please?”

Y/N  sat there staring back at him for a moment, clearly debating over something but she had no idea what. Finally, she nodded as she put the car into drive, and turned onto the main road. Beau’s thoughts drifted to his daughter, and he picked up the phone, and opened his text messages, but he had no idea what to even say? How could he tell her he was going to die, all because of this? He didn’t know how to say goodbye. 

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