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My girl | D.W

Girldad!Dean Winchester x Babysitter!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 3,054

Warnings: Use of pet names, Filth, Teasing!Dean, Fluff, SMUTT, Jealous!Dean, Overstimulation, Creampie, Unprotected pinv, First 'I love you', Use of daddy, Daddy kink, Brief mention of Naive!Reader, DBF!Dean, Age gap (reader is 20, Dean is late 30s), Possessive!Dean, Oral (f & m rec), Belt as restraint, I think that's all! lmk

A/N: Went to the pool while on vacation, all I could think about was Dean Winchester, Thus ' My girl ' was born. Straight jorkin' my it. Written as a part two to this, but can be read as a standalone!

Since that night, Dean has tried everything in his power to stay close to you. So here you were, every Wednesday and Sunday, in his home watching his little girl. Sometimes it was more often, that is if you didn’t work that day, but 2 days a week steadily. You quickly fell into the routine Dean had set up in his home. Wake up Cassie at 7, so she could have breakfast by 8, and be out the door by 9. Dean would leave for work at 10, and be back at 6-7 depending on the day. Cassie would come home from school at 3, and have a bath and dinner by 6, so Dean could tuck her in when he came home. He watched how you cared for not just Cassie, but him too. Always a fresh plate of food, tucked away just for him to have when he got off. The way the house was cleaner than it was when he left. And the way you fit just perfectly into his little family.

Today was a warm Sunday. You had texted Dean to ask if he minded for you and Cassie to go swim. When he said he didn’t mind, you packed up a tote bag full of everything you would need at the pool. After you had gotten Cassie dressed in her swimsuit, you changed into a black ruffle one piece with skinny straps. In the woven bag, you packed snacks and sandwiches, sunscreen, and an extra change of clothes for Cassie. Grabbing everything, you put the extra car seat into your back seat, and packed everything up. “You ready to go swim kiddo?” You asked the girl as you buckled her in, “Mhm gonna play mermaids!” She said excitedly. “Yes we are!” You smiled at the child, closing the car door and getting in, turning the ignition. 

It wasn’t a long drive to the pool, maybe 20 or so minutes. Dean had messaged you that he was trying to get off early to come by, but wasn’t sure if he’d make it. Texting back a reply, you grabbed the tote bag, and a hold of Cassie’s little hand and walked to the gate. A few families scattered across the public pool. You and Cassie opted for a quieter corner by the kiddie pool. Taking off your cover-up, you sat on the edge of the shallow pool as you watched Cassie play.

 A few minutes had passed, when a little boy, around Cassie’s age approached her to play. Being the sweetheart she is, she quickly accepted the offer and the two of them splashed around. “Tucker, what’cha doin’ over here buddy?” A man around Dean’s age came after the little boy, “Playing daddy.” The boy mumbled and the man smiled at him. “Sorry for the incordial invite, I’m Cole.” You awkwardly smiled at his attempt to introduce himself. Introducing yourself, you gestured to the little girl. “This is Cassie.” You muttered, glancing over to her. “This is Tucker, it seems like you already met him though.” He said through a laugh and you smiled, “Yep, I think they are playing mermaids.” You smiled as you attempted to make small talk. “Is she yours?” Cole asked and you shook your head, “No, she's a great kid, but I’m just babysitting.” He nodded. 

The two of you talked for a bit as the kids played. “I’m hungry.” Cassie said, tugging on the ruffle of your swimsuit, “Me too.” Tucker said, swimming up to Cassie. “I have sandwiches in my bag, he’s welcome to have one.” You offered and Cole nodded, “That would be great, thanks.” The kids sat on the edge of the pool, stuffing their little faces full of PB&J sandwiches. You and Cole sat not far, on the chairs behind them. 

The whole time Cole had been subtly flirting, but maybe you were too naive to realize. But you definitely realized when he asked, “You got a boyfriend or something?”. At first you didn’t know how to answer. No you don’t have a boyfriend, but. Or maybe, Not officially but I did sleep with the dad I babysit for. No not that either, instead you responded with this, “It’s complicated.”. Cole nodded, “Right, it’s one of those.”. At first you were taken aback, sitting back with your eyebrows knitted together, “What do you mean ‘one of those’?” It’s always better to ask, than assume, but unfortunately this time, your assumption was correct. “One of those, ‘It’s complicated’, ‘I lead men on’ situations.”. You swore you saw red, but before you could answer, someone answered for you. “I’m not being led on. I think she just don’t wanna hurt your feelings buddy.” Dean muttered from behind you. Your face flushed with embarrassment at the situation. “Ain’t that right sweetheart?” Dean asked, turning your face to look at him you nodded. “See, not complicated at all.” Cole stood up from the chair in front of you, clearly taking the hint. Both him and Tucker walked away. 

Cassie stood up, sandwich still in hand, to greet her father. “Daddy!” She shrieked, hugging his leg. “Hey baby girl, you havin’ a good time?” He asked, dropping his hand to cup her head, “Mhm! We played mermaids.” Dean smiled at the little girl, “That’s great baby.” Dean looked over at you, “You havin’ a good time sweetheart?” Not trusting your voice, all you could do was smile and nod.

Coming back home after the pool, you gave Cassie a bath. Afterwards, the two of you started on dinner. “How do you feel about homemade pizza?” You asked the little girl, “So good.” She answered. You mixed up the dough and allowed it to rise. Cassie rolled out, or tried to roll out the dough as you cut up the pepperonis and shredded the cheese. As you and Cassie prepped in the kitchen, Dean waltzed in with his signature charm, “What are my girls makin’ for dinner?”. Your face flushed hot at the mention. “Pizza!” Cassie said excitedly as she mushed her hands into the dough. Dean took notice of your reaction to his words. Coming up behind you and rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie you put on after the pool, “Makin’ a mess of this poor sweater baby.”. Dean knew the effect he had on you, and the way your face turned a now bright shade of red, it was even more evident. 

Dinner had come and gone, Cassie insisted on having her pizza by the slice and not cut up this time. Inevitably, despite her being a ‘big girl’ Dean still had to cut it up. One little girl tucked into bed later, you and Dean started to clean up the kitchen. “What was that about earlier?” You asked Dean as he cleared the plates into the trash. “What was what?” He shrugged it off, knowing what you meant by the question. “At the pool Dean..” You trailed off, wiping up stray flour from earlier. “Why j’want his number or somethin’?” He asked defensively. You stood up, “No–Dean of course not.” You muttered, tossing the dish towel on the counter. “Okay then what’s the problem?” He asked, crossing his arms. God. His arms. Practically bursting out of his t-shirt. “I’ve just–I’ve never seen you so jealous.” His eyes went darker at your realization. “Don’t like sharin’” He muttered, growling almost.

Your eyes went wide at his admission, and your panties started to soak through the white lace hidden beneath your shorts. “What? Did j’like that sweetheart?” He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, stepping towards you. “Like when I talk dirty to you baby?” Dean echoed, caging you in. His hands dipped down to your waist, grip tight on you as he hoisted you onto the counter. “Dean–” You whimper under his touch. “Ah ah pretty girl–wanna watch you squirm for me.” Dean chuckled lowly, brushing your hair off your neck and to the side. He pressed his lips to your neck, days old stubble scratching against your soft skin. Trailing down your neck Dean worked skillfully, pressing his palm between your thighs. “You like when I call you mine don’t ya?” He teased, rubbing his thumb over the center of your shorts while you stifled a moan. 

The ghost of his touch was enough to drive you crazy. Squirming under him, all you needed was his touch. Something, more. “Dean please–” You whined, looking up at him with blown pupils. “Please what baby?” He teased, knowing his effect on you. “Touch me..” You begged, “Oh but I am touchin’ ya sweet girl.” Dean pet your hair, rubbing his other thumb across your cheek. “Gotta tell me what you want..” He mocked, wanting you to say it. “You Dean–anything.” He smirked with that signature cocky grin of his, satisfied with your answer. “We’re gonna do this right this time, okay?” He asked and you nodded, not entirely sure what he meant by that, but trusting him nonetheless. Pulling your legs around his waist, you took the hint and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck. Dean wasted no time picking you up off the counter, without any sign of struggle, like you weighed practically nothing. 

Taking you down the hall and into his bedroom, he laid you down on his bed. “I’ve never been in here before.” You muttered, watching him pull his shirt over his head, leaving it to pool in the floor. “First time for everything.” He smiled down at you, still clad in your too-big sweatshirt and tiny little sleep shorts that you changed into after the pool. Sinking a knee into the bed, he crawled up to you, still in his jeans. “Wearin’ too many clothes.” He muttered from above you. Helping him strip you down, you laid in his bed covered only by the lace of your underwear. Your arms instinctively shoot up to cover yourself and he tsked, “Too pretty to be hidin’ like that sugar.” 

Pulling your hands from your chest, he held your wrists above your head. “You like to be tied up?” Dean asked and your face flushed red, “I don’t–I don’t know.” You mumbled quietly, voice almost in a whisper. “You wanna try pretty girl? S’okay if you don’t want me to.” He reassured you, your wrist still in his hold. “Yes, I trust you.” A dark grin spread over his face at your words. Wasting no more time, he pulled his belt from his jeans with his free hand. Retrieving the leather in one fluid movement. With skilled hands, he wraps the leather belt around your wrists, then the headboard. Pulling the slack, so you were restrained. “Too tight?” He asked, and you shook your head, “No t’s good.” You said shyly, your whole body on display. “God you’re so pretty sprawled out for me.” He said under his breath. Sinking down further to the end of the bed, he hooked his arms under your thighs. Pressing a wet, open-mouth kiss to your lace-clad core. “This where you need me sweetheart?” You choked out a moan, “Yes–god please Dean.” He grinned, pulling the fabric to the side. His tongue dipped into you and he groaned against your heat. Getting immediately hypnotised by the way you writhed beneath him, and your taste on his tongue.

You pulled against the restraints, but of course had no luck. All you could do was lie there, and take it. Dean grinded into the plush of the mattress, drawing out groans from both you and him. With a scream of his name you came. Dean didn’t let up, no, this was for his enjoyment, he was marking what was his. “Please Dean–I can’t” You cried out, and he lapped mercilessly. His eyes met yours, sending you over the edge again. White heat hitting like a wave, harder than just minutes ago. Sitting up, Dean drug the back of his palm against his mouth, wiping the slick from his now puffy lips. “Too much?” He asked face flushed. You weakly shook your head, thighs still shaking with the after shock from your orgasm. “God it was perfect.” You said breathlessly, chest heaving up and down. Dean leaned over you, untangling you from the leather and the headboard. Discarding his belt to the floor, he brought your wrists to his mouth, kissing the red marks from the belt. “Did so good for me princess.” He muttered, dropping your wrists and leaning down to kiss your lips. His tongue dipped in your mouth and you moaned against the kiss, at the taste of yourself mixed with him. The kiss made you dizzy. 

Just as Dean started to unbutton his jeans, to give you what you really wanted, a cry was heard from upstairs. Cassie. Dean quickly buttoned up his jeans, and you grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on as you both ran up the steps. “You okay baby girl?” He asked, brushing the top of Cassie’s head. Her puffy eyes looked up at you standing in the doorway. “Bad dream.” She mumbled, your heart ached at her little face as Dean held her close. 

—

Following that night, you and Cassie had come up with a fun activity to do while Dean was at work. Heading out to Michael’s, one little girl in tow. You bought a plain white shirt and some fabric markers. One quick stop to Mcdonald’s and a happy meal later, you and Cassie sat at the kitchen table with markers strewn out over the table. Cassie scribbled on the white t-shirt. “Daddy’s gonna be home soon, you almost done?” You asked the little girl as she added her last finishing touches. Her little tongue darted past her lips in concentration as she finished. “Done!” Cassie said proudly. “Looks so good kiddo! He’s gonna love it.” You smiled back at her, as she beamed up at you. 

—

Dean came home a bit later, dropping his keys in the dish as he kicked off his boots at the door. “Where are my girls?” He yelled out, his voice echoing through the house. Heading into the kitchen he saw the shirt laid neatly on the table. Colorful scribbles decorated the shirt and a picture of a family adorned the bottom. Arrows pointed at the stick figures. Dean first, Cassie in the middle, and you. He smiled at the drawing on the fabric and headed to the living room. You and Cassie were curled up on the couch, various snacks scattered on the coffee table in front of you. The little girl had her head resting on your shoulder as she hummed, sound asleep. “Got through Frozen, and like half of Pochahontas.” You smiled up at Dean as he leaned down, uncovering the little girl so he could pick her up. “Sounds like you two had fun, huh?” He asked as his arms snaked under Cassie’s sleeping frame, before standing up. “Mhm, she said she wanted to make something for daddy, then we had a movie night.” His face went hot at your words. He felt like something was awoken in him the way that slipped off your lips. Like he shouldn’t have the reaction he did.

“M’gonna take her to her room, I’ll be back.” He muttered, his face unreadable. For a second you were worried, until you realized what had made him react the way he did. He disappeared down the hall, to tuck Cassie in, before walking heavily down the steps. He walked past you, heading to the fridge in the kitchen. His hand wrapped around the thin neck of a glass bottle. Popping off the top, and walking over to the couch. He plopped down and sunk into the couch, his legs spread wide and your throat went dry. You watched as he brought the bottle to his lips and threw his head back for a drink. He sighed out as he swallowed. “Long day?” You asked, scooting closer to Dean as he wrapped his arm around you, “Sweetheart you have no idea.” He muttered like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And you? All you wanted to do was take a little of that load off him, in more ways than one. Sinking to your knees, between his legs you fumble with his belt. “Shit–what’re you doin’ baby?” He asked as he sunk a little deeper into the couch, his grasp so tight on the neck of that bottle it's a wonder it didn't break.

“Just relax Dean, let me take care of you.” He groans at your words, throwing his head back to rest on the edge of the couch as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. “Fuck–” He cursed under his breath as you took him in your mouth inch by inch. Tortuously slow, sinking further and further down until your nose brushed against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. “Jesus–fuck.” He whined out, hips bucking up. Pulling off him with a pop, you looked up at him with glassy eyes. Bringing your thumb to your lips, you wiped off spit from around your mouth.

Crawling into his lap, you hover over him as he takes hold of your hips. Pulling your underwear to the side, he guides you down onto his cock. Spearing you onto him, you gasp “Fuck–daddy please.” You whine out and Dean swore he saw God. His cock twitched at your words as you sunk down onto him. “Goddamn you’re gonna kill me if you keep talking like that.” He groaned, grinding down your hips onto him. His pace picked up, thrusting up into you, “Daddy–I’m so–Fuck–Close.” You cried out as you rode him, “C’mon baby let go for me.” His words egged you on as you came. Vision giving out for a moment at the velocity. You slumped against him as he pumped up into you a few more times before spilling inside of you. He groaned as he came down from his high, looking down at you before your eyes met his. “I love you Dean.” You muttered, eyes brimmed with tears. Dean just smiled warmly at your admission, “Love you too sweetheart.”.

And now, his dream came true, and his little family was finally complete. 

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To the people who enjoyed my GirlDad!Dean Winchester x Babysitter!Reader, (which was quite a few people) I have something coming for you later this week. :)

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Attitude adjustment | S.B

Soldier boy x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 228

Warnings: Smut, Pinv, Ben being an asshole, Reader being one back, Brief mention of manhandling, Use of pet names

A/N: First one shot EVER. Hope you enjoy! I need him so bad.

You had started to test his patience from the very moment the two of you met. Little sarcastic punches here and there, back talk whenever you could. Ben was normally the only one able to bite back, and here you are, testing all of his self control. Every smartass remark got him closer and closer to teaching you a lesson. 

“Easy sweetheart, you’re bitin’ off more than you can chew.” He grumbled from across the room. This small ass hotel room wasn't keeping you far enough away. “Fuck off Ben.” You muttered. 

There was only so much of his ‘old fashioned’, “back in my day” shit you could take. He was quick to stand up, marching over to you proudly. With a cocky chuckle he asked, “What’d you just say sugar?”. Standing up to face him, and the challenge, “I said fuck off.”. Proudly you crossed your arms with a big grin.

Taking your face in his hold, “You think you're cute don’tcha?” Rolling your eyes, you try to pull away from him, but his grip tightens. “I know you didn’t just roll your eyes at me baby girl.” He growled low. 

The gentle plap plap plap, of your wet skin against Ben’s filled the room as he drove deeper and deeper into you. Your back arched as he drilled into you, “Yeah c’mon pretty girl.”. You whined as you came, “See you’re a good girl, just needed a little attitude adjustment.”

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Sand castles | B.A

DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 2,468

Warnings: SMUTT, Age gap (reader is legal to drink, Beau is early 40s), Use of petnames (darlin', sweethearts, baby, ect.), Semi-established relationship, Beau is a sweetheart as always, Brief mention of height (reader is shorter than Beau), Fluff, Angst (if you squint), Oral (F!rec), I think that's all!

A/N: God I just love them sm I'm sorry. I loved writing this so so much and needed AT LEAST one more chapter for them! This can be read as a standalone! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Part one | Part two | Final

The warmth of the leather seat stuck to your thighs in the summer heat. A wave of nostalgia hit you, taking you back to the feeling of pretending to be asleep in your dad’s truck, just so he could carry you inside.

 Except this time, you were leaning against the door of Sheriff Arlen’s beat up Ford pickup. Legs extended into the bench seat, the low grumble of that too-old engine growled beneath you. 

You didn’t exactly imagine you’d ever find yourself in this position, this close to Beau. The tips of your toes brushed the rough denim-clad thigh that belonged to the man. He tried not to take notice of the way your foot grazed the denim of his pants. Tried. It was just an accident. Just happened. Yet, he couldn't not notice the way the tips of your toes lightly brushed against the material. A little tingly. A little distracting.

 As Beau sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he kept his gaze focused outwards. The heat of the summer day, and lack of A/C, only added to the tense atmosphere. Beads of sweat pooled on the nape of his neck, beneath his t-shirt. He kept his expression impassive, not letting it show that such a small moment had him internally short circuiting.

Beau could think of a hundred ways that he’d prefer this situation to be, yet could find nothing better to say than a gruff, “You comfortable?”. The roughness of his voice cut through the thick, humid air. Brushing a stray piece of hair from the side of your face, tucking it behind your ear, you replied, “Mhm, very.”. A warm smile accompanied your face as you hummed in contentment. He glanced over at you, just for a moment. He felt like an ant under a magnifying glass the way he squirmed at the sight of you. Your bare legs, denim shorts ridden up a little lower than the start of your thigh. Oversized t-shirt hung over your torso, sliding off your shoulder on one side, just enough to see your collarbone. Beau swallowed hard and cleared his throat, the grip on the steering wheel, now resulted in white knuckles. A long drive ahead of you, and this was only the start. 

All of the snacks, outfits, and whatever else you decided the two of you needed at the beach, sat in the bed of Beau’s truck. The mention of a beach trip a few months ago, resulted in him booking a place as soon as he got home that night. To your surprise, after dinner, Beau pulled up the confirmation of the booking on his phone, “You still wanna go to the beach sweetheart?” He watched as your face lit up in excitement, “Oh my god really?” You questioned, and he answered. “Pack your bags baby girl.”

—

Stopping at a gas station on the way, you slid on your sandals. “You want anything?” You asked and Beau shook his head, instead fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. “Put $35 on pump four for me darlin’, add whatever you want.” With his card in your hand, you smiled at the gesture. The clip-clop of your sandals against the pavement, filled your ears as the bell dinged at the door opening. The chilled air clashed against your warm skin, pulling a tall can of diet coke from the fridge. Browsing the snacks, you opted for something sour. Wrapping your fingers around a bag of sour skittles, you hummed in contentment as you headed for the register. “How are you today hun?” The lady behind the register mumbled. “I’m good, thank you.” Smiling warmly, you set your things on the counter, “Can I also get $35 on pump four please?”. The lady nodded as she scanned your items, “You sure can sweetheart.” Swiping your Beau’s card, you mutter a final ‘thank you’ and head out the door.

Beau stood, back pressed against his truck, with his arms crossed. As he waited for the gas to finish pumping, you hopped back up sitting pretty in his cab. You were the epitome of a passenger princess. Back pressed against the door, with your legs sprawled out on the bench seat. Beau opened his door and got in the truck, “Whad’ya get sugar?” he questioned, turning the key for that old engine to growl beneath you. “I got a diet coke and some skittles, hope you don’t mind.” He shook his head, “Told you to use my card didn’t I?” You nodded in response, and he hummed.

Pulling the can from the plastic bag you fought with yourself, about to ask Beau to open it for you. He must have seen the way you looked at him, “You want me to open that for you?” Your face flushed hot, “Please.” You smiled over at him as he took the can from your hand. Without missing a lick, he popped the tab of your can, his eyes never leaving the road. “Don’t want you breakin’ a nail sweetheart.” he smiled, handing the can back to you. “Thank you Mr. Arlen.”, Your words sweet like sugar. Beau choked down a bit, “When you gonna stop callin’ me that? Told ya you can call me Beau sweetheart.” Taking a sip from the chilled aluminum can, your face heated up. “My daddy taught me like that, can’t help it.” He felt a pang of guilt in his chest with the mention of your father, his late best friend. He swallowed it down quickly when he watched you smile, sipping on your drink. It can’t be wrong, can it? It feels so right like this. 

Coming into the final 3 hours of the trip, the sun had started to set. Golden light, bouncing off your sun-kissed skin. Your head raised from the grumble against the door, “We there yet?”. Beau shook his head, “Not yet.” You nodded and watched out the window. “You hungry?” Beau asked, and you kinda shrugged. “I could eat.” He nodded. “I'm starved.” You laughed at his over exaggeration and he looked over at you and smiled.

— 

Settling on a diner, secluded on an exit right off the highway, the two of you sat across from each other in a booth. “You tired sweetheart?” Beau asked as he watched you lie your head on the table, “A little, but I want the beach.” He chuckled as he watched you pout, “Well we’ve got about 2 hours left darlin'. Be there soon.” You nodded and sat up to look at the menu. Greasy comfort food is a staple for any road trip, but especially this one.

“Can I get you guys started with anything to drink?” The older man asked, holding a notepad. “Yes sir I’ll get a sweet tea please.” You uttered with a smile. Beau followed suit, “I’ll do the same.” The server nodded while writing it down, “I’ll have those right out for you.”. You said ‘thank you’ in unison with Beau. “You know what you want?” Beau asked while setting down his menu. “Mhm I’m gonna get that cheeseburger.” You said, pointing to the item on the menu. He smiled, “I’m gonna do the same I think.” You placed your menu on Beau’s and slid them to the end of the table, “Damn Arlen, can you think for yourself?” You teased and he let out a low chuckle, followed by a grin. “What can I say darlin’? I’m a follower.” He joked. 

You guys ordered, the food coming and going shortly after. Heading back to the truck, you started back on route to the beach house. 

—

“Oh my god Beau, it's beautiful.” You said, unbuckling as he pulled into the driveway. “You like it?” He asked nonchalantly. “Love it Beau—just love it.” You answered. Beau pulled the suitcases from the bed of the truck, pulling them inside behind you. As you walked around the house, you soaked in every detail. The shells decorating the home, the breathtaking shade of blue they picked for the cabinets. Everything about this house screamed beach, and you couldn’t love it more.

The two of you unpacked, opting to settle in for the night instead of heading to the beach. The view was gorgeous and you had already taken what felt like a thousand pictures. The sun cast in, through the curtains and onto the tangle of limbs tucked between the sheets. Your head tucked under Beau’s chin as he held you close. Leg thrown over his side, and you were flush to his chest. You stirred under his grasp, and to your surprise, he was already awake. “Mornin’ baby.” He muttered, voice laced with sleep. “Mornin’ handsome.” He smiled at your words and kissed your forehead, “You wanna go down to the beach?” He asked like it was even a question.

You all but darted up out of bed. Breakfast couldn’t have gone by any faster. Scarfing down some yogurt with fruit and granola, you wanted nothing more than to be at the beach. Picking your bathing suit from your suitcase, you were quick to change. Beau grabbed the beach bag and the two of you set off for the sand. You were staying beachfront, so the walk wasn’t long. The moment your feet hit the sand, an immense amount of joy washed over you, and all you could do was smile. Beau set up the umbrella and chairs. You watched as you laid out the beach blanket you brought to tan on.

Once the two of you were unpacked, you stood in-front of Beau, waiting patiently with tanning oil in hand. “You want me to help you with that?” He said with a smirk and you nodded. He took the bottle in his hands, squeezing the viscous fluid in his palm. Turning around to give him better access, Beau accepted the invitation and started to lather it into your skin. Taking extra notice of the way his hands worked the oil into your body, you let out a small whine. “Feel good?” He asked, knowing the answer. “So good Beau.” You melted into his touch. After he made sure you were fully coated, he doused you in sunscreen to protect your skin. “My turn now.” You said with a big smile. Taking the sunscreen from his hands, and squeezing it into yours. Lathering his body with the cream, you watched his muscles flex. This was the first time you really got to see all this, so needless to say you were soaking it in.

You tanned for about an hour, flipping around every ten or so minutes. Beau sat under the umbrella, watching as you soaked up the sun. Leaning up onto your elbows, you raised your sunglasses onto your head. “Can we get in the water?”. Beau smiled and looked down at you, “Of course we can sweetheart, this is your trip.”. He rose from the foldout chair and the two of you went down to the water. The temperature change caused goosebumps to rise on your sun-kissed skin. Beau slung his arm around your waist, hand low on your back. You sunk deep into the water, till you were about chest-deep. Beau, of course, was taller than you so you could see the better part of his chest and arms. God his arms. Holding onto him, your hand wrapped around his bicep, “Thank you for this.”. Beau smiled as he guided your legs around his hips, “I'm glad you liked the surprise sweetheart.”. You tangled onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

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The day at the beach was everything you could have ever hoped for. Things were starting to feel real with Beau. And to be honest? It scared you. But you wouldn’t trade him for the world. “Beau, can we talk?” You asked as you towel-dried your hair in the frame of the bathroom door. “Of course darlin’. Somethin’ wrong?” Beau asked, worried. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, you walked closer to him. Standing between his legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked up at you, as you struggled to find the words. “What is this?—What are we doing?” You asked, looking down at him, your hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “What do you mean sweetheart?” He asked, and you answered. “It feels so real to me, but I don’t know how you feel.” You saddened and he noticed. “Baby this is real to me, You’re my girl.”. His words heated up your face.

Pressing your forehead to his, “Really?”. Beau’s hands tangled around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Yeah really.” He muttered, his lips ghosting yours. Pulling you into his lap, “You are my girl aren’t ya?” He asked. “Yeah of course Beau.” You smiled, kissing his lips. “Yeah? Mine huh?” He whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your neck. Your lips parted and you let out a whimper. “M’gonna take care of you baby girl, that okay?” He asked and you grinded down your hips into his lap, “Yes—Beau please.”. “Easy princess, you’re gonna get what you want.” He growled out.

Standing up from the bed, he turned, pressing you into the mattress below him. Pinning you between him and the mattress, Beau kissed down your clothed body. You had just gotten out of the shower, so to Beau’s advantage, this meant less clothes. Hiking the hem of your his shirt over your thighs and around your waist, Beau pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the cotton of your panties. Your back arched off the bed a bit with your moan. Beau hooked his fingers in the elastic of the garment. Pulling them down past your ankles, your core glistened with slick. “Jesus christ—you’re soakin’ wet baby.” He said against your heat. Whining at his hot breath, Beau hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

Sinking to his knees on the wooden floor, Beau went at you like a man starved. His tongue skillfully splitting you open, drawing moan after moan out of that pretty mouth. “Mhm—cmon baby let go.” He groaned against your clit, as his hips bucked into the bed. White heat covered Your body as you rode out your high on his tongue. His name on your lips like a prayer.

Your chest heaved as you calmed yourself, sitting up on the bed Beau stood before you. You wanted nothing more but for him to be inside you. Taking matters into your own hands, you grabbed hold of his belt. Pulling him forward by the buckle, Beau tsked. “Ah ah pretty girl, we have a dinner reservation at 7.” You groaned and he laughed.

Until next time. 

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DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader Visuals :

Part one | Part two | Part three

A/N: I love these two entirely too much and I fear I need to write at-least one more chapter in their story. :)

The warmth of the leather seat stuck to your thighs in the summer heat. A wave of nostalgia hit you, taking you back to the feeling of pretending to be asleep in your dad’s truck, just so he could carry you inside.

Except this time, you were leaning against the door of Beau’s beat up Ford pickup. Legs extended into the bench seat, the low grumble of that too-old engine growled beneath you.

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Something sweet | D.W

Girldad!Dean Winchester x Babysitter!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 2,704

Warnings: Use of petnames, Biting, Unprotected pinv (wrap it before you tap it), dean being dean, oral (f receiving), DBF!Dean, Age gap (reader is 20, dean is late 30’s), Angst, Hand kink, Creampie, Size kink (if you squint), I think that's it!

A/N: Dean would be such a girl dad you CANNOT change my mind. I'm a Dean girlie so I feel like it's easier for me to write with him opposed to Sam. That being said, I hope you enjoy this. I had a blast working on it.

A/N2: I posted this, no joke 30 minutes later i was in an ambulance 🥴

part two

You had just gotten off of work. Your 9-5 has drained you. Same papers, day after day. If you were honest you could have just skipped dinner, and went to sleep. God knows you need it, but here you are. 

Walking into the grocery store to pick up a few things for a quick dinner. Deciding to roast some chicken, you stopped by the produce to pick up a few odds and ends for your lunch the next few days. While you were scoping out the best cantaloupe to buy, brown pigtails adorned with pink bows came into your vision. The little girl tugged on your blouse, “I think I lost my daddy.” She mutters shyly. Immediately dipping down to a crouch you tried to comfort her, “Well sweetheart what does he look like? Where did you see him last?”. The girl, who couldn't have been more than 6 years old, began to describe her father to her best ability. During the little exchange, her father came from the chip aisle, seemingly anxious. He breathed out in relief when he finally saw her again, “Babygirl where did you run off to?” He picked her up, setting her in the cart. “I wanted strawberries, then you were gone.” She pouted, “Sweetheart we could’ve gotten you strawberries you just have to ask.” he looked up from the girl to you, “Thank you so much, I’m so sorry.” You smiled at the man, “No problem she wasn’t a bother.” looking down to the girl you smiled again. He thanked you again and you both went about your shopping. 

That night in the midst of making dinner, he was all you could think about. You didn't even know his name yet the thought of him consumed you. Dinner was silent that night, the sounds of your fork against the ceramic, too caught up in your thoughts to turn something on. You went to sleep later than normal, since you had opted to make food instead of ordering out. Your wallet needed a break, and so did your stomach. 

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Traffic was bad the next morning when you left to go to work, just what you needed. You were already running late due to your phone being dead. No phone = No alarm. You were finally able to clock in, sliding your card through the scanner to get in. Dull boring day was going by like usual when you got a call from your dad, “Hey is everything okay? I’m at work.” The man sighed over the phone, “Yeah sweetheart are you off tomorrow?”. He sounded happier than usual. Odd. “I can be, what’s up?” you questioned. “Nothing, just me and a buddy of mine going fishing tomorrow.” You relaxed as he spoke, “Okay this relates to me how?” You asked. “Well his babysitter flaked on him so he needs someone to watch his little girl.” There it was. You began to realize the relation. “So this is you calling me to ask to babysit?” You sighed into the phone, “C’mon honey it’s the first fish of the season.” He begged into the speaker. “Fine, but you totally owe me.” You reluctantly agreed. “Love you too pumpkin.” He hung the phone up, pleased. You slumped into your rollie-chair. Before you clocked out that night, you were sure to brief them of your absence, despite your affliction. 

It’s not that you didn't like kids, truth be told you couldn't wait to start a family. It’s just you haven’t had a day off in over a month and here you are using it to babysit one of your father’s friend’s children. Maybe it won’t be that bad, you thought.

You woke up around 6am, the same as always. Only this time you were switching blouses and skirts, for sweats and a t-shirt. After showering, you got dressed in a simple black pair of sweatpants and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Thinking nothing of it, you threw on your red converse and headed out the door. The drive there was peaceful. Slow easy Saturday morning. Fog covered the road in a thin haze. Despite your gps failing halfway through, you had gotten it to boot back up and continue to give you directions.

 Pulling up to the house it was beautiful. Gorgeous white house with a wrap around porch. Adorned with an American flag hanging from the banister. Charming baby blue shutters hung by the windows. This wasn’t just a house, no this was a home. Pulling up into the driveway, you are met with a familiar sight. Your father’s red Ford pick-up, parked right next to an intense black Chevrolet Impala. Parking a bit off to the side, you grabbed your bag and headed to the front door. Chatter muffled behind the door as you knocked. Your father was quick to greet you. “Sweetheart you made it! Come in.” He slid to the side and ushered you inside the home. “This house…It’s so beautiful.” you muttered, setting your back on the table by the door. “I helped build it, a long long time ago.” Your father smiled at the reminiscence as you both walked into the kitchen. An oddly familiar voice shouted from atop the steps, something directed at your father. Where have you heard that voice before? God it felt like it was on the very tip of your tongue and you couldn’t spit it out for the life of you. 

Heavy boots stomped down the steps followed by a softer pair of slippered-feet. As the figure came into view, it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. 

That’s where you knew him from. 

“Nice shirt.” Was all he could mutter, sporting his signature grin. You smiled back, as the blush creeped from your cheeks to the tip of your nose. With no makeup on was a hell of a way to greet the man that consumed your thoughts. It also made it harder to hide the attraction slapped across your face. “Thanks, small world.” Was all you could find. Your father looked between the two of you confused, “Wait how do you know each other?”. He was almost scared to ask, knowing Dean’s past. “The grocery store actually, his daughter-” You started but he cut you off, “Cassie.” He corrected. “Right, Cassie wandered off on the search for strawberries was it?” You questioned, looking down at the little girl still dressed in her pajamas. Dean smiled at the two of you, as she rubbed her eyes.  “Yep slipped right out from under me, and found your daughter-” He said. This time you corrected, “Y/n, nice to meet you. For real this time.” You smiled as you extended your hand, to which Dean took in his, shaking gently. You almost passed out when he took your hand, whole body buzzing with tension as his engulfed yours. “Dean.” He grinned, looking down at you slightly due to the height difference.

Both Dean and your father watched as you crouched down to the little girl, “And it is so nice to see you again Cassie.”. Smiling at the little girl, this time her tiny little hand darted out to shake yours, you were quick to return the gesture before standing back up to your regular height. “I’m sure you two will get along just fine.” Your father looked between you and the little girl and then to Dean who was staring at you. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, okay?” Dean pointed between you and his daughter to which she just found hilarious as she bursted out in giggles. “No promises dad.” You teased, and a spark went past Dean’s eyes as he went to speak but choked on his words. “Right. You girls be good, okay? Have fun” You and Cassie walked the pair to, and out the door. Waving at them as your father’s truck pulled out from the driveway.

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You were told to have fun, and fun you had.

First order of business, like any, was to put on a gorgeous princess belle dress. Of course. Every princess needs a good breakfast so that you got to making. The smell of banana filled the air as you flipped the pancake, one of which was supposed to look like a crown, though ended up more like a squiggle. Cassie loved it nonetheless. After pancakes you decided to make cupcakes for your fathers’ return. A mess of sprinkles and frosting later, you have 12 well 10 cupcakes. You and Cassie had to make sure they tasted good. The two of you played for hours, swinging and running around the yard. Playing just about every game that could be played. The sun beginning to set, you had come up with one final activity. “Oh come on you’ve never built a pillow fort?” You asked the girl, and she shook her head, “Never-ever.” She replied. “Well it is your lucky day because we are about to change that sister.” You smiled down at the girl and the two of you started to round up all the pillows and blankets in the house. 

One magnificent pillow-fort later, and both of you were tuckered out. Cassie had finally given up the ghost and was passed out in the fort as the credits of Princess and The Frog rolled in the background. The sound of car doors shutting, followed by the low hum of your father’s truck pulling out of the driveway filled your ears. You perked up as the door swung open and Dean stood there looking into the living-room. 

You sat up against the leather of the couch as Dean walked into the living-room, “Oh you two had a blast didn’t you?” he muttered smiling down at the fort before meeting your gaze. “Best babysitter ever.” You motioned to yourself playfully. “I bet sweetheart.” He grinned while deconstructing the fort to retrieve his daughter. You started to refold the blankets and he held her close, still sleeping, and took her upstairs to her room. Folding the last blanket you grabbed your phone charger off the couch and put it in your bag, before starting to clean up the kitchen. You had just started to wash the dishes when Dean came back down the steps, this time empty handed.

“You don’t have to do that.” He muttered as you rinsed the batter bowl from earlier. “I don’t mind.” You smiled warmly. It felt almost domestic, intimate. He reached for the plate of cupcakes, picking one up and peeling back the wrapper. You watched as his hands worked at the paper before he brought the dessert to his mouth and took a bite. You swallowed hard and he noticed. “Everything alright there sweetheart?” He asked, grinning while he chewed and finally swallowed the bite of cake. “Mhm, any good?” You questioned and he nodded. “Been awhile since I’ve had somethin’ sweet.” He muttered.

It almost felt loaded.

Like he meant something other than that cupcake in his hand.

“Glad I could help.” You smiled and teased back, hoping you weren’t mis-reading signals. He smirked as you dried your hands with the dish towel. Leaning over to wipe down the sticky frosting-covered counter, Dean pressed against you. You froze as he spoke, “Now what did you mean by that sugar?”. Your face went red as you laid there against the counter, pinned between him and the cold surface. “T-The cupcakes, something sweet.” You replied in a choked stutter. Smooth. He laughed from behind you. You could feel the vibrations from his stomach against your ass as he spoke, “You and I both know damn well I wasn’t talking about a cupcake sweetheart.” His words went straight to your core, dripping with each word. You stood up, still pinned but now with your back to his chest. “You knew that, didn't you baby?” He whispered into your ear. Lips ghosting over your neck, leaving goosebumps in their path. You nodded as you melted into his touch. “I’m gonna need you to give me more than that angel.” He said as he turned you to face him. Grabbing your hips, he sat you on the counter. Barely meeting his height, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Dean-” You whimpered in frustration, wanting nothing more than his hands on your body. “Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already falling apart.” He whispered, his lips almost touching yours. Not wanting to wait any longer, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. A tangle of limbs, resulting in your sweatpants around your ankles left you craving more. “Please I need-” His voice cut yours off, “Need what baby? Tell me and it’s yours.” He tested your restraint, leaning down to kiss your thighs. The top of his head pressed against your stomach, and your hand tangled in his hair. Dean groaned against the feeling of your nails on his scalp. “Fuck.” He growled. “Need you Dean, everywhere.” You whined, and he finally gave in. 

Pulling your sweatpants past your ankles, he tossed them to pool on the floor. His hand cupped your head as he leaned you back fully against the counter. Gripping firmly onto your thighs he spread you open, head immediately going to your core. Pressing open mouth kisses against the cotton of your underwear, he watched intently as you squirmed against the laminate. His skilled hands pulled the thin fabric to the side, like a cupcake wrapper. Your nails scratched against his scalp as your fingers tangled in his short hair. Groaning against you as his tongue delved inside you. His eyes, once a soft shade of emerald green, were darker and boring up at you. Dean watched your every move as his tongue worked skillfully on your clit.

It was like a bomb went off when you finally came, taking your hearing and eyesight with it for a moment. Your chest heaved as you laid sprawled out on the counter, Dean licked his lips as you sat up, resting against your elbows. “Sweeter than that damn cupcake.” He grinned as his thumb rubbed against your thigh. “I need more Dean–please.” He looked at you with hungry eyes, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to sugar.” He traced your hips, and you grabbed for his belt, “Need, Dean.” You said it plainly, not being able to simplify it anymore. With that he didn’t waste any more time and he unbuckled his belt in the midst of a messy make-out. He quickly rid himself of anything that could keep you from him. Pressing the tip of his cock against your slit, he leaned his forehead against yours and watched as your eyes widened at the intrusion. The way your face scrunched he could tell that it hurt and he was quick to comfort you.

“I know baby I’m so sorry.” He cooed as he pressed inch by inch in until you were flush against him. Soon, pain turned to pleasure and you allowed him to move. Each rock of his hips buried deeper inside you, you weren’t gonna last long like this. Whines and groans mixed together as you both approached your orgasm. What you didn’t expect was Dean to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and plant his hands firmly on your ass. Gripping the flesh, he pounded into you ruthlessly. Rutting the deepest he’s ever been. 

He tried to hold off as long as he could, wanting to soak in as much of this moment as he could. You cried out into his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh as you came. “Oh fuck-” He groaned, not expecting the bite. That’s what dealt him in, the sharp pain of your teeth into him was too much to hold off on. One last thrust he came inside of you, painting your walls with a thick creamy off-white. Setting you back down on the counter, he pulled his softening cock out of you. Whining at the loss, he kissed your lips as he dripped out of you and down the side of the counter. Wiping you clean with wet-paper towels, he muttered with that boyish smile,  “You free next week?”.

Maybe babysitting wasn’t too bad.

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The farmer's market | B.A

DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 2,405

Warnings: SMUTT, age gap (reader is legal to drink, beau is early 40s), angst (if you squint), use of petnames (darlin', sweethearts, baby, ect.), oral (F rec.), unprotected p in v, Beau Arlen being a sweetheart, use of y/n, creampie, lmk if i missed any!

A/N: Hi! So I didn't originally plan for this to have two parts, but I'm really happy with how it turned out!! I hope you like it :)

Part one | Part two | Final

The days after were quiet. Leaving you to truly soak up exactly what had happened. The only reasonable thing you could do was call your best friend. She was about 2 thousand miles away, but she was also the only one you could tell something like this to. “Y/n honey it has been too long! How have you been?” her voice filled your ears, “Okay Delilah I’m about to tell you something and you have to promise not to freak out.” you said quietly into the phone, she cleared her throat. “Oh God you didn’t like, kill anybody did you?” she asked, dead serious. “What the hell? No Del I didn’t kill anybody good lord.” you sighed out, “Okay well it can be fixed then.” she said calmly.

 Wasting no more time you just had to spit it out, “Delilah I slept with Beau.” she gasped from over the phone, “You slept with Beau Arlen? Like your dad’s Beau Arlen?” she was shocked to say the least. You tried to defend yourself, “We didn’t exactly sleep together…there was this thing on the porch and I-” she interrupted, “YOU FUCKED BEAU ARLEN ON YOUR DADDY’S PORCH?” she yelled over the phone. “Delilah!” you replied, “Sorry, uhm just start from the beginning. Tell me everything.” you nodded and sat the phone on speaker, pouring yourself a glass of wine. “It started with him coming to fix the shower.” you continued to tell delilah all of what happened. The cookies, the dinner, the porch swing. She was shell shocked.

She couldn’t blame you though, she knew of Beau and his charm. The two of you were inseparable during middle school. So much so that when you moved, she convinced her parents to pack up and leave for Tennessee. And to both of your surprise it worked. Only now you were back in Montana, and she was over a day away finishing her senior year of college.

You had promised one of the ladies from the church that you’d help set up her booth at the farmer’s market. So that's just what your Saturday morning was gonna be. You woke up around 7:30 am, and decided to shower before getting ready. Turning the dial and letting the water hit the pink tile of the shower, you stepped in. The water is scorching on your skin. After showering you did your whole routine before picking out an outfit.

Since it consisted almost entirely of church elderly you wanted to be modest. You picked out a cute pair of short overalls, pairing a pale yellow top to bring a little color. You put your hair in two low buns, and slid on your converse. Taking a once-over in your mirror you were pleased with how it turned out. Grabbing your phone off the charger and putting it in your front pocket. You pattered down the steps and grabbed your keys from the dish by the door.

Locking up you heard a familiar voice. “Hey sweetheart where ya goin’?” Beau asked. He stood by his door like he was leaving too. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his arms like sin. "I'm going to the farmer's market downtown." you continued, “I promised Ida I’d help set her up.” you smiled at the man, walking to your car. “Well I was just headin' down there. You’re welcome to ride with me.” he offered. Who were you to tell him no? “Alright.” you accepted, walking to his truck. With you almost to his door, Beau rounded the hood of his truck to open the door for you. “Here darlin’ l’me get that for ya.” you smiled at the gesture and hopped up in the truck.

He joined you in the driver seat, turning the ignition and pulling out of the gravel driveway. “Sure look pretty today.” he muttered, your face blushed at his words. “Thank you Beau.” you glanced over to him, watching the way his fingers curled around the wheel. The same way they had curled into you. ‘So much for being modest today.’ you thought. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asked, taking notice of you staring at him. “N-No nothings wrong.” you brushed it off, like you weren’t thinking of that night.

Soon enough you arrived downtown. Tents and tables set up, blocking the road. Wares of all sorts littered the table tops. Everything from tomatoes to cute little boutique dresses. Beau parked and you two got out of the truck, should have known it wouldn’t take long for someone to come up to him. “Sheriff! Whos this pretty girl ridin’ ‘round with ya?” an older gentleman asked, jokingly. Beau laughed it off, “This is my buddy’s daughter Y/n.” Ouch. That hurt.

I mean you were ‘his buddy’s daughter’, but you thought it was different now. After everything that happened on that porch a few nights ago, under the cover of cicadas and the summer heat. Shared breaths and pleas. It was different now, wasn't it? You wanted it to be. “I’ll uhm–I’ll catch up with you later Beau.” he went to stop you, “Wait Y/n.” You said your goodbyes to the elderly man standing beside Beau, “Really I better go, I’m sure Ida’s waitin’ on me.” you were quick to peel away, needing to get a breath after that little reminder. 

Ida’s booth was bare, quilts of many colors packed in totes waiting to be set out. “Hello miss Ida how are we this mornin’?” you asked the woman, pulling quilts from boxes. “Well hi sweetheart, I’m doin’ good.” she smiled at you, the wrinkles around her eyes gathering with the action. “I’m so glad, you ready to put me to work?” you joked, “Oh you know it!” she laughed as the two of you started to set up the booth.

Your phone lit up a few times with messages. The first few being from Delilah, and then Beau. “I’m sorry.” was all it said. You knew what he meant. You decided that would be a future battle and continued to help run Ida’s booth. “Now Miss Ida I think I’m gonna have to take this one home with me.” you turned to the lady as you held up a blue and white rag quilt. “Oh I just loved makin’ that one!” she gushed, “How much do I owe ya?” you questioned. “Not a dime!” she insisted, “Now Miss Ida, I can’t do that!” you tried, “You will take that and I don’t wanna hear another word about it! You’ve helped me all mornin’” she smiled and gestured to you to take the blanket. “Thank you.” you nodded your head.

The farmer’s market was a huge hit amongst the town. Ida sold all her quilts and you bought a few fruits to bake with. Heading out with a darling quilt and a basket full of berries you set off to find Beau to head home. You spotted him with a woman a bit older than you, around Beau’s age, selling flowers. Her hand placed on Beau’s arm, set a blaze in you. She motioned towards a bundle of lilies and gestured for him to smell them. They laughed about something, and you had decided that was enough.

Walking up to the pair to end this little encounter. “Beau.” he smiled towards you, “You ready to go y/n?”, he asked and you nodded. Wanting nothing more than to get him away from the beautiful woman that was clung onto his arm. “Oh before you leave let me get you my number.” the lady smiled at him, “That won’t be needed.” you spoke up. “No it’s okay it won’t take but a moment, me and your father had a wonderful conversation.” she smiled towards you and Beau could have sworn he saw smoke come from your ears. “Beau, honey I’d like to go home.” you said, loud enough for her to hear, emphasizing the pet name. Her face dropped, “Oh I’m so sorry I thought-”, you shook your head, interlocking your hand with his as you started to walk away.

Getting back in the truck Beau broke the silence, “Sweetheart what was that little stunt you pulled back there?” he asked, gobsmacked at the interaction that had just taken place. Your face was beat red, you were outraged. “She was throwin’ herself all over you!” you ran your hands over your face trying to level. Beau laughed as he pulled out of the parking spot, “You’re laughin’.” you turn towards him. He smiled while looking over at you, “You’re jealous.” oh how dare he. “Jealous?” you scoffed, “Yeah right.” you tried to brush it off, but Beau saw right through you. “Oh so you wouldn’t mind me goin’ back to get her number?” he tested you, pretending to turn around. You grabbed his wrist, “Don’t you dare.” you muttered, “Yeah that’s what I thought, sugar.” he laughed and continued home, clearly amused with himself.

He pulled into his driveway, and you stepped out of the truck. Grabbing your new quilt and basket of fruit from the backseat, you started to your door. Beau chased after you, meeting you as you fumbled with your keys at the door. “Talk to me darlin’” he pleaded, you still stood there trying to find the right key on your keychain, “Go away Beau.” you muttered, finally getting the right key and opening your front door. “Oh c’mon Y/n you don’t mean that.” he pushed open the door you had slammed behind you.

 Lying the quilt on your kitchen counter as you heard the front door close behind him. You started to put the fruit in the fridge and he bumped the door, sending the berries flying. “Arlen!” you yelled, and he stood there. “Let me make it up to you baby.” he rounded the corner of the counter and his hands met your hips. “Baby look at me.” he pleaded, looking into those green eyes, you couldn't say no. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you. Pressing your lips against his. He pulled away to mutter, “There's my girl.” you smiled at his words, pulling him by his arm to the stairs.

Once you had gotten up the steps and to your room, it was a mess of limbs. Whimpering against his kisses, he walked you until the back of your knees met the frame of your bed. Falling against it, you scooted up the bed a bit, Beau followed suit, caging you between him and the bed, “S’pretty like this.” he whispered in your ear as he kissed down your neck. Your hands went straight to his belt. Beau quickly corrected you, pulling your hands from his belt to his chest. “Ah ah sugar this ain’t about me yet.” you whimpered in frustration and he grinned against you, unbuckling your overalls and pulling them down to your waist.

Rising to his knees, crouching on the bed, Beau pulled the denim past your knees, off your legs and pooling in the floor. “God you’re beautiful.”, he spoke and your hands went up to cover your face. “Beau..” he just smiled, and pulled your hands off your face, and to your sides. “Wanna see those pretty eyes.” he tugged on the pale yellow shirt on your torso. You raised your arms to help him pull it off. Leaving you in a white lace bra and matching panties. 

Beau looked like a man starved, reaching behind your back to unbuckle the clasp of your bra with the work of his skilled fingers. Kissing your lips, then down your neck. Settling between your chest he kissed down your sternum. Stopping at the elastic of your underwear, he dipped two fingers under the waistband, “Can I take these off darlin’?” he asked, and you nodded. “Words baby c’mon.” he reminded you, “Yes Beau please..” you begged, “There we go pretty girl.” he pulled the cotton off your legs and threw them onto the floor with the rest of your clothes.

Taking his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in your room. Your hands traced his chest. “You know you’re my girl don’tcha?” he questioned, and you nodded. “Say it.” he commanded, pulling your legs over his shoulder as his hot breath fanned over your core. “Yes Beau I’m y–oh fuck..” you cried out as his tongue delved into your folds. Desperately sucking and licking like it was his favorite meal, one it's been too long since he's had. “Oh God Beau please!” you squealed out, as he smiled against you. Never once breaking eye contact.

That’s what did it, his intense green eyes boring against yours as he was buried between your legs. You came with a cry and Beau wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, satisfied with the effect he had on you. “Are you ready for the real thing this time?” he asked, looking down at you catching your breath. “Yes Beau, I need you.” was all you could get out before you started tugging on his belt. Successful this time, you tossed the leather on the floor, landing with a clink from the buckle.

He was quick to unbutton his jeans. Shoving his boxers down with the denim his cock sprung free from the confines of his pants. Your eyes went wide at the sight, he was bigger than you had expected him to be, honestly. Beau smiled down at you and caged you in again. Kissing your lips he whispered in your ear, “I’m right here with you babygirl..I’ve got you..” you nodded as he started to push into you, nearly splitting you open. “Oh Beau.” you whined out, arching with every thrust. “It’s okay sweetheart..” he soothed you, picking up the speed and hitting that spongy-spot deep inside you, “s’close..” you whimpered from under him. “T’s okay baby, you can give me one more.” he pistoned in you and with your nails dug into his back you came.

His thrusts sputtered and he followed behind you. Planting himself to the hilt before spilling into you, “F-Fuck..” he said breathlessly as you both came down from your high. You laughed, “Now you owe me new strawberries, and a plan b.” he smiled at your words, “I’ll buy you the whole damn farm if you asked.” you nodded, “And I’ll make a stop by CVS.” he smiled down at you kissing your forehead.

[betteronthebigscreen]

Porch-swing angel. | B.A

DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader

MDNI

Warnings: SMUTT, age gap (reader is legal to drink, beau is early 40s), use of petnames (sweetheart, darlin', ect.), loss of a parent, beau being a sweetheart, oral (f rec.), exhibition, dub-con if you squint (both are under the influence), drinking, ooc beau? cum eating? i think thats it! lmk!!

Wordcount: 2,432

A/N: Beau Arlen has consumed me. I've seen like 1 episode of big sky so don't come for me. This is a result of insomnia and access to my notes app. Very loosely inspired by 'Porch Swing Angel' by Muscadine Bloodline! Hope you enjoy!!

Part one | Part two | Final

First it was the fridge light. easy fix, right?

A few youtube videos later and that was back in business.

But then.

Almost like the universe had it out for you–

The shower.

That god awful noise as it would drip just loud enough to keep you up.

You put it off for a week, figuring it would subside.

You never were that lucky.

--

Your fathers best friend,

Beau Arlen.

Sheriff Arlen and your father go way back, they met in highschool. Your father went to college and got married shortly after. Beau? Well despite his unruly teen years, became a man of the law.

You had moved into your dad's place right after he passed. Along with the deed to his beautiful home, was a note from your father.

"If you need anything, Arlen is right next door. He'll take care of you sweetheart."

- Love, dad

Your heart ached as you read the note, secured by a magnet on your fridge.

You really had tried not to call him. It had been over 6 months since your father had passed. You had lost a father, yes. But Beau? He had lost his best friend. You didn't want to bother him if at all possible.

Yet here you are, house phone in hand, dialing that all too familiar number on the wheel.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three-

"Hello?" Beau's voice filled your ears.

Silence.

Is it too late to hang up?

"Hello? Anyone there?" he asks, southern drawl making your face heat up.

"Beau.. uhm Mr. Arlen-Sheriff Arlen-" you stumble over your words, regretting the call all together.

"You alright sweetheart?" he asks, voice sounding worried.

"Yeah—uhm my dad left your number?" you mutter nervously over the line.

"Right, what can I do for you sugar?" god that voice.

"My shower broke and I tried to fix it and I've watched what felt like 100 youtube videos and I-" his voice halted your babbling.

"I'll be there soon sweetheart. I get off at 5." he smiles through his words, happy to help.

"5 it is sheriff." you anxiously play with the phone cord, wrapping the coil of wire around your fingers.

"Beau. Call me Beau." he corrected.

"Right—Beau." you nodded in understanding and hung up. Placing the old phone back on the dock.

--

To pass the time, you decided to make the recipe you'd put off for so long. Brown butter chocolate chip cookies, couldn't be too hard right? You've made cookies countless times.

Easy peasy–

Is what you thought you'd say, but after burning the butter 3 times you almost gave up.

The 4th time must be the charm because they turned out perfect. Flaky salt sprinkled over the cookie tray, to compliment the sweet.

Almost comical how perfect your timing was, as soon as you plated the cookies there was a knock at the door.

Wiping your hands on the patchwork apron, you rush to open the door.

There he was. Even more handsome than he used to be if that was even possible.

You hadn't seen Beau since your parents split up, ending up with your mother in Tennessee.

You'd almost forgotten just how handsome he was.

Grey streaks peppered in his beard, the start of the sunset reflecting the light just right enough to see them.

"Sheriff–Beau, come in." you corrected yourself, moving to the side so the man could come in.

"Smells good in here, what d'you make?" he questioned, walking straight into the kitchen just as he'd done many times before.

Smiling down at the plate of cookies, and sink full of dishes from your little endeavor.

"You can have as many as you'd like, I just need my shower fixed." you gestured to the plate, pulling the apron over your head and hanging it on a hook by the oven.

"Payin' me in cookies?" he joked, picking one up and taking a bite.

"If you'd let me." you smiled as you watched his eyes light up at the taste. "New recipe, you like 'em?" you ask, leaning your back against the oven.

Nodding, he groans "Lord yeah–best cookies i've ever had." you smiled at the praise. "Does your wife ever make you any cookies?" you questioned.

You had to–I mean look at him. You were desperate to know, any woman would be a fool not to pounce on the opportunity.

"Not married sugar." he laughed, finishing the cookie.

Awkward.

Wiping his hands over his denim-clad thighs he huffed out, "So what's wrong with this shower you were talkin' about?" he questioned, starting up the steps and down the hall. You followed like a lost puppy, he knew this house a hell of a lot better than you did.

Following him into the bathroom, "'S leakin' all over my floor." turning the dial on the out-dated shower, you quickly turn it off and watch water leak from the side.

He watches and nods, "Jus' needs some caulk." he waves it off like it's a simple fix.

Your voice gets caught in your throat as you cough. "I'm sorry, what?" your face is beat red.

"Ca-ulk sweetheart. The seal. S'gone bad." he pronounced the word slowly, quickly retrieving your mind from the gutter.

"Oh right–right of course." you replied, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"M'off tomorrow, I'll swing by Lowe's and get some. Fix ya right up." he smiled, exiting the bathroom and heading downstairs.

Meeting the man in the kitchen, you bent down in the cabinet to get some tupperware. Pulling the blue bowl from the shelf, you pack some cookies away before sealing the lid.

Sliding the tupperware towards Beau, "Can't eat a dozen cookies by myself. You wanna take these home and help me out a little?" Smiling warmly at the man to persuade him, as if it took much.

"Thanks sweetheart. I’ll be over 'bout 2 tomorrow. Does that work for ya?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around the bowl, making it look smaller than it was in his hand.

"2 works for me!" you said as you walked him to the door.

--

Your alarm tried to wake you up, 4 times. Damn you and heavy sleep. What finally got you was knocking at the door. Shooting up from bed, you glance up at the clock at 2:15pm.

Fuck.

Springing out of bed like some cartoon character you stumble around your room trying to get changed out of your pajamas, "'M comin'! One second!" you yell, shuffling through your closet to find a hoodie to just throw over the tank-top you'd slept in.

You decided on a dark blue hoodie, embroidered with 'Big Sky High, Class of '01'. leaving on the shorts you had on, socked feet pattered down the steps and to the front door.

"Mornin' to you too." he smiled, taking in your disheveled appearance.

"Didn't mean to sleep that long." you rubbed your hand over your face, stepping to the side to let the man in.

"S'alright. haven't seen that thing in a while." he laughed, pointing to your hoodie.

Looking down, you replied. "Oh yeah–it was dad's. Did you have one?" you asked.

Walking up the steps, you followed behind him. Setting the Lowe's bag on the floor before he answered you. "That one is mine darlin'. Your dad graduated in 2000." he smiled looking down at you.

Blush crept up on your skin, "Oh I didn't know." he shook his head, "You're alright, looks better on you anyways." Beau muttered, pulling stuff out of the bag.

Filling the gun, to re-seal everything he started, "You plannin' on stayin' for good?" you nodded, leaning on the bathroom sink watching him work. "Yeah I think you're stuck with me Arlen." he shakes his head laughing, continuing to work with your company. "S'good. Gets lonely around here with your dad gone." his mood dropped–so did yours, at the mention of your father.

"Well y'got me now, and I bake killer cookies." you smile down at him crouched in the floor, trying to lighten the mood.

"Damn right." he smiled and stood up, "N'more leaky shower." wiping the excess off the gun onto his jeans. "My savior." you reply and he laughs. Both of you heading back downstairs.

"What do I owe you Beau?" you ask the man, starting to grab your wallet from the counter. Beau was quick to shake his head, "M’not takin' your money darlin'." he insisted, "How am I supposed to repay you?" you questioned. "Jus' keep savin' me some of those cookies, yeah?" he ran a hand over his beard. "Of course." you smiled at the man.

"Did you say you were off today?" you asked, leaning against the counter. "I am, why d'ya ask?" he questioned. "Well i was gonna make some dinner, I didn't know if you wanted to stay for a plate?" you offered and he was quick to accept. "I haven't had a home cooked meal in too long, I'd be a fool not to." he replied.

---

It was around 7:26pm when you finished up with dinner. You made a simple baked chicken with a few sides, and the help of Beau.

The two of you sat on your porch, sipping on a beer beside beau in the swing. "Are you even old enough to drink?" he asked teasingly as he popped the can tab. "Thought you said you were off today sheriff." you joked back.

It felt so easy—domestic almost, the way you two fit perfectly in the porch-swing. The breeze blowing your hair ever so slightly. Sun casting on your face, lighting up your eyes. The same ones you could have sworn just watched beau stare at you. Looking over at the man you couldn't help but smile.

"What's in that pretty little head of yours?" he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Nothin." taking a sip of your beer–liquid courage, "Thank you for fixin' my shower Beau." he nodded, bringing the can from his hand to his lips. "S'no problem. Told your old man I'd take care of ya." you nodded, grateful to have someone to fall back on when you needed it.

Your arm brushed his as you leaned forward, setting the can on the table in-front of the swing. Cicadas filled the air with their voices, sun behind the mountains and trees. The porch light lit up the two of you. Warm amber-like light casted over Beau's face, all you could do was stare at him. Like he could disappear at any moment. Like you had to memorize every freckle and wrinkle on his face. "Got a starin' problem sweetheart." he chuckled lowly, taking another drink from the chilled can. Trying to ignore what you were doing to him.

This was wrong.

You're his late best friend's daughter.

Knowing your dad he'd rise from the grave and beat his ass for even thinking about you like that.

But God were you beautiful.

Seeing you in that hoodie was what really dealt him in.

His hoodie.

And now? You sat beside him, bare thigh brushing against his denim-clad one.

He felt the heat radiating off you, and it was driving him insane.

You sat, nursing a beer beside him. So unbothered and casual, yet so perfect at the same time.

He had to get out of here. do something.

Beau's resolve was crumbling more and more each time your eyelashes fluttered.

He leaned forward, setting down his empty can. A heavy hand fell on your thigh as he started to get up. "I better go home, it's gettin' late." he tried, to convince himself more than you.

Not wanting the night to end, you were quick to protest, "Wait–don't go yet." he stood in-front of you, waiting for you to say something.

You searched for a minute, trying to find something–anything to say. When you came up empty handed, you did the only other thing you could think of.

Leaning up on your tip-toes you pressed your lips to Beau's, eyes fluttering as you quickly pulled away.

Eyes wide in shock, you covered your mouth "Beau I’m so sorry I don't-" you started to apologize but he simply shook his head, leaning down to meet your lips with his again. "Tell me to stop and I will." he muttered, forehead against yours. Looking up into his eyes, "Don't–need you Beau." he smiled, hoisting you up in his arms.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs finding his waist. He walked you back until your back hit the siding of the house. Kissing down your neck, the friction from his beard sending chills down your back. "M'gonna take care of you sugar." Beau muttered against your neck. Sliding down the thin sleep shorts you had on from earlier, the fabric pooling around your knees. The cool breeze of summer air hit your core.

Pulling the shorts fully off, throwing them somewhere on the porch-swing beside you. Beau traced your slit, "No panties darlin'?" he asked, "Almost like y'wanted this." he teased you, and it was working. Sliding one finger inside. "I–fuck I did." you mutter with a gasp at the intrusion. Beau smirks, satisfied with his effect on you. "Soakin' wet for me angel." pushing another finger in, he starts to curl his fingers upward. As he kept brushing against that spongy-spot, you felt the band in your stomach wind tighter and tighter. "C'mon sweetheart let go for me." his words filled your ears and he kissed your lips, taking every moan that escaped your mouth into his. "Oh Beau!" you cried out as the elastic snapped, and white heat flushed over your body.

Brushing the hair out of your face, beau carried you over to the porch-swing. Setting you down, he found your shorts that were discarded earlier. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he groans at the taste, "Sweeter than those cookies y'made me." you cover your face, and beau guides your shorts back up your legs.

Sitting beside you, he traces your thigh. The loud ringtone on his phone broke the silence between you two. Looking down at the number he sighed, "I gotta answer this." you nodded. He was the sheriff.

You watched as his demeanor changed as he listened, "Okay–I'll be there in twenty." your heart dropped, you didn't want him to leave. Especially not after that.

The call ended and he looked at you with those green eyes, "I'm sorry darlin' they need me at the station." he leaned forward to kiss your lips, and you nodded in understanding.

"This isn't over angel." he shot you a smirk as he got in his truck, turning the ignition and pulling out of the gravel driveway the two of you shared.

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