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hey soooo (and i say this aggressively bc i’m tired)

PUT. YOUR. AGE. ON. YOUR. ACCOUNT !!!

i’m sick of finding out people are MINORS !!!! even if you’re just a lurker, please do it for writers’ peace of mind. minors, you don’t realise how young you actually are until you’re of-age and how inappropriate it is for you to be interacting with our 18+ nsfw posts !!!! please !!!!!! <3

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if i ever become a hot celebrity's controversially younger gf, y'all better keep this blog a secret

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soldier boy letting you kiss and nibble on his neck because is cologne smells so good, you can’t keep yourself off. normally he’s not so keen on his neck being kissed but you’re being so sweet on him and he loves how obsessed you are.

“just can’t get enough, sweetheart?” he’d say as he tilted his head back, giving you more access to his neck.

you’re latched around him, nestled into your lap as you stuff your face into his neck. he’s right. you can’t get enough of him.

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daddy’s girl

father figure!beau arlen x reader | MDNI

cw: daddy kink (daddy, dad), mentions of a toxic dad, unprotected p in v (no balloon no goon), praising, pet names (doll, sweet girl), dacryphilia (i think?), legal age gap (on a role w these ones lmao), finger sucking, fingering, kinda rushed

def has grammar mistakes!

inspired by @honeyroots and this!

wc: 1.8k

growing up, you always had troubles with your dad. you used to be such a daddy’s girl when you were younger but when you became a tween, your relationship started to change. fights became a common thing and he’d always yell at your for everything you did.

you just missed the man he was when you were younger.

you missed being in his arms, feeling like he can and will protect you from anything.

so when you met beau, you knew you were in deep trouble.

and it only got worse since you guys started dating.

beau didn’t mean for it to happen, you were drastically younger than him and had so much energy, but he loves it. he loves the adrenaline rush you give him because he never knows what’s going to happen around you, and he’ll just go with it.

beau is the embodiment of a perfect dad. he’s protective, sweet, mannered, has grey hairs growing on his chin. you tend to piss him off a lot because he gets irritated, but he doesn’t yell at you. he sits you down, talks about it in his dad voice, and that’s it.

but the dad voice just does something to you.

and beau does know about the issues your father has given you. however, you try to steer clear of even talking about him because you’ll end up in tears and beau would want to console you, only making everything worse for you.

you haven’t introduced them yet, you didn’t want to hear your dad shame you or try to insult beau. but beau being the family man he is, he’s been begging and begging you to meet him.

so you gave in.

you’ve stressed clean the entire house, even scrubbed the gout from the bathroom tiles, you cooked enough food for the entire neighborhood, you paced around in the kitchen, chewing nervously on your lip until he came.

the dinner was going good. 

then your dad raised his voice at you, which sent you back to your younger years. beau didn’t yell at your dad, but simply and politely asked him to leave since you got up and walked away from the table to cry.

you don’t like crying in front of beau because again, he’d try to console you, making things much worse because your boyfriend is a much better authority figure than your own father ever was.

when beau sees your dad out, he walks to the room, his face instantly softening at the scene in front of him. you’re laying down, face buried into the pillow to silence your sobs, your body shaking with each one. 

“doll?” he rubs your back

you flinch, not expecting him, but you just shake your head.

beau frowns, “let me be there for you doll,” he whispers softly

and it just does something to you.

you nod.

he wastes no time in settling down next to you, back against the headboard and picking you up, settling you down on his lap and wrapping his big arms around you. you bury your wet face in the crook of beau’s neck, clinging onto him.

“don’t listen to what he had to say doll,” he whispers and pulls your head back to look at you.

he knows it’s bad timing, but you look so beautiful. your lips are swollen and pouted, eyes are glassy and wide, lashes look extra long. he is flexing his thigh to the point it will start cramping because he dick cannot stop twitching.

“let dad take care of you, yeah?”

you sniffle and nod.

he smiles and leans over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue to wipe your tears clean, “prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he mutters, using his left hand to hold your face steady.

“thank you for not yelling back at him,” your voice cracks and your gaze lands on his eyes

“i know doll, i know,” he coos, “not gonna stoop down to his level”

you bury your face again onto his skin, feeling more tears come out at his words. you didn’t realize how healing this is, freely sobbing in his arms without the fear of getting yelled at for it, which only makes you cry more. beau holds you, flush against him, feeling your body shake.

he ignores his hard on, which cannot be avoided now that you’re shaking on top of him. you feel it growing too, but you also ignore it. you know beau gets hard easy, you tease him a lot about it, but right now, you just want to stay in his arms.

beau loves his skin to skin, so he slips off the straps of your dress and bra, which you allow and you sit back, to let him remove his shirt. then he pulls you in, which automatically makes your heart beat quicker. the warmth of his skin against yours, the smell of him, the way he just heals you.

“it’s okay doll,” his hands massage your skin, “jus’ let it all out,” he drawls, “daddy’s gotcha”

you nod, coating his chest in your tears. you tilt your head up to look at him and he softly smiles, bringing his hand to wipe incoming tears out of the corner of your eyes, “whatever y’need, i’ll give, ‘kay?”

beau cannot stand the fact that you’re anything but happy, but it’s impossible to not think about how pretty you are. with every sob, he wants to fuck you, but in the most gentle way possible. he wants to take care of you, make you feel loved and protected, make you happy.

“i just need you,” you sniffle

he nods and pulls you in tighter.

God. he fucking loves you.

all you can think about is how your dad yelled at you, and all the other times he’s yelled at you. the worst times were when you were crying, like this. you don’t want to think about it anymore.

you don’t want to think. period.

“i want you to make me feel better daddy,” you mumble into his chest

“that’s what my doll wants?”

you nod and he sits you up right, to get a better look at your tear stained face, “such a daddy’s girl aren’t you?”

“yes,” you whisper, his thumb trailing over your pouted lips.

you kiss the pad of his thumb and take it into your mouth, tasting the saltiness of his skin and your tears.

“my sweet girl,” he coos, rubbing the back of your head with his other hand, “that’s it doll,” he praises when he feels your tongue swirl over the tip of his finger, “that’s it,” he trails his hand down to where your dress is all bunched up. you lift your hips, providing easier access for him to slip it off. his hand cups your heat, feeling how wet you are through your panties, “my poor doll,” he kisses the side of your face, “must be so uncomfortable, yeah?”

you remove his thumb from your mouth, pouting at him, “it is,” your voice is still wavering

“lay on your side, facin’ me, i’ll take care of you”

while you do that, beau removes his pants and lays on his side too, turning to you. beau has to see your face, he feels so messed up for thinking it, but he needs to see you come apart while you cry, he feels like it just might be the most beautiful thing to witness. 

he scoots closer to you, taking one of your legs and placing it on his waist to open you up. he slips a hand under your panties, “this what you need doll?” his middle and ring finger tease your swollen and wet lips

you gasp when he finally slides them in, your nails clawing his chest. each thrust of his fingers makes tears fall out of your eyes.

“let’s keep those pretty eyes open and on me, okay?”

beau can cum right now, with the sounds of your tight cunt taking his fingers, your soft moans, the way you look. your eyes.  and he just watches your face, watches the tears roll out of your eyes, your mouth drop open, the way you struggle to keep your eyes open.

it’s embarrassing how easily with just his fingers he can fuck the sense out of you. with every curl of them and hits your gummy spot, you forget more and more on what happened earlier with your dad.

“gonna cum f’me doll?”

you nod frantically, “please”

he groans when he feels your walls tighten around his fingers, along with your leg around his waist, his cock throbbing at the sight of you.

he desperately needs to be inside of you, so his thrusts his fingers harder, “let go doll”

at his command, you instinctively close your eyes and let your hips roll on his fingers, riding your orgasm out. while you’re still recovering, he slides off your panties and with no warning, pulls you in closer and shoves his cock inside of you, causing you to scream his name.

“sorry doll, couldn’t help myself,” he kisses your forehead, “jus’ had to have you ‘round me again,” he places a hand on your hip, squeezing the flesh, his hot breath fanning over your face

he slowly rolls his hips, leaving just the tip, then sliding back in with more force that leaves your eyes rolling back.

“daddy,” you sob

“If it’s too much y’can tell me doll,” he pants

you shake your head, “d-don’t stop”

each roll of his hips, remind you of how thick he is, just when your walls get used to his size, he just slides back in, hitting that spot. you thought he was going to fuck you, hard and fast, but this is way better. you can really feel him, feel every vein, every ridge. and his hand just travels around your body, like he owns it, because he does. no one can make you feel this good, this full, not even yourself.

only beau.

he watches you, feels you. feels you clench around him, how your nails dig into his skin, continues watching the tears roll out of your eyes and kisses them away.

“dad’s gotchu doll, i gotchu,” he pulls you in for a bear hug, flush against his body

it only heightens the intensity more, being so close to him, but your brain is mush. the only thing in your head is beau’s cock and you don’t ever want it to leave.

beau starts moving your hips on him, guiding them gently on his cock, the base of it rubbing your clit. the pace of his own hips start to falter, so he’s close.

“i’m gonna-“

“yeah?” he grunts, “go ‘head doll”

your walls seal him in, tight, and you cum around his cock, moaning his name as loud as you can, tears spilling. he follows right after, feeling him shoot inside of you.

“you want me to stay in ‘ere doll?” he pants, chest heaving and brushes hair out of your face

you nod “please”

he kisses you, “forgot why you were cryin’ didn’t you?” he chuckles 

“thank you,” you say softly

“anythin’ for my sweetest doll”

AN: THIS WAS SO RUSHED SORRY LMAO

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tags: @redhairedgardenfairy

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i’ve had no inspiration to write or be active recently :/ i’m trying tho. i wanna write a little drabble

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it’s the second week of may hi

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dean winchester gets you a dildo that is a complete replica of his cock so you can use it while he's away on hunts. after finishing a hunt quicker than expected, he comes home to find the toy on the bed while you're in the shower. you look at him bashfully with your towel wrapped around your body and hair still wet from the shower, cheeks hot from being caught with it but he's encouraging you, "no, no baby, that's what i got it for. don't get all shy on me." when dean finds out you were planning to use it after your shower, he's picking it up and smirking at you while muttering, "you know, i've never seen you play with it."

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hi honey!

LISTEN. listen.

Beau meeting a girl (younger preferably? at a bar?) and theyre flirting and it’s fun. but then she asks if she can try on his hat cause she doesn’t know the good ol’ sayin - you wear the hat you ride the cowboy 😬 BUT. he explains it. thoroughly, if you catch my drift. (maybe she has freckles? just a cute lil cinnamon sugar accent?🫣)

I’ve been ovulating for Beau lately

anyway have a nice day!!!!!

NO BCOS HE'D definitely let her try it on but he'd be like "don't ask just anyone" while explaining it to her so sweetly. i will keep this idea in mind when i have time to write up some beau drabbles!

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Beau Arlen is so healing 😭 epitome of soft ‘n sweet in LITERALLY ALMOST EVERYTHING

HE IS EVERYTHING !!!!!

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I might be in my ben era but I can always talk about beau also I will binging your works after this so like I'm a quite person irl and we know daddy beau is a canon yapper.

so my prompt is : yapper!beau x quiter!reader!!!

HI!!! this is such a good idea. i will try to get around to this soon omg <3

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getting beau arlen a father’s day card bcos he’s daddy

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also planning to catch up on all my moots' writing soon !!

HI I HAVE BEEN SO MIA BC I AM ON VACATION. i'm gonna answer some asks rn!!

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beau arlen fucks you in his truck than adjust your lil sundress like nothing happens n goes on w his job.then gets all soft again.then fucks again

omg wait i love this. here's a tiny little drabble.

NSFW. MDNI.

It didn't take long for Beau Arlen to throw his truck in park and usher you over the center console. Peeling your panties to the side, he felt your slit with his middle finger, gathering enough of his arousal on his fingers to coat the base of his cock. Using just the tip, he teases your clit for a moment, impatient moans falling from your mouth. "I know," he'd say, "My eager girl." Sliding into you with his legs on either side of you, he used his hands to grip under your ass and bounce you on top of him. Guttural noises sounded from you, the feeling of his tip bumping that special spot inside you forcing your walls to clench around his dick. "Feels too good," you told Beau, pressing against his chest with your hand as if to get some distance. "I know," Beau commented, "Just a few more minutes for me. You can do that, right, baby?" Beau slowed his movements down, now gently sliding you up and down his shaft as if to not overwhelm you. If you were at home, where your sounds were contained between your walls, then Beau wouldn't care. With Beau gently ushering you back down on his cock one last time, you threw your head back, the overwhelming feeling of him filling you up bringing you to your climax. Head falling against his chest, he petted your hair as he worked himself through his own orgasm. Beau's dick was still tucked inside of you as he adjusted your sundress, making sure the straps straddled your shoulders accordingly. "Maybe we should just go back home, sweetheart. We've got some stuff to get out of our systems."

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HI I HAVE BEEN SO MIA BC I AM ON VACATION. i'm gonna answer some asks rn!!

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if yr having a beau era write for him i beg you

honestly one of his hottest roles.stable.hot.daddy

DADDY BEAU. papa beau

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beau arlen x younger gf in her 20s who happens to be troublemaker who he bails out every once in a while

and the age gapppppp daddy beau

need him to lecture me on how crimes ain't good while fucking me slow

WARNINGS: MDNI. 18+ / p in v / fem!reader / shower sex / implied age gap / reader is slightly troubled / praise LOVE NOTE: ty ty anon

“M’not mad,” Beau shook his head, opening the door to the airstream. His place was neat, tidy, just like it had been when you left last night. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you really weren’t sure what to say to him. A couple times your mouth had opened and closed, the idea of how to apologize dancing on the tip of your tongue, but it wasn’t the first time he had to bail you out of some sort of trouble you managed to wrap yourself in which made the encounter even more shameful. “Just disappointed.”

He placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the shower. Turning the dial for hot water, Beau let out a few huffs in what seemed to be frustration as he peeled the clothes off your body. With makeup smeared down your cheeks, and your clothes covered in what could have been vodka or tequila, he just wanted to get you both in the shower to wash away the mistakes you made last night.

Your eyes wandered as Beau stripped his own clothes off— first his shirt, then his belt… The sight of him was mouth watering, and it felt like if you didn’t have skin-to-skin contact with him soon, you might actually combust. Hands laced together, he guided you into the shower, slowly shoving you under the water to rinse the blackened makeup from under your eyes. “There she is,” Beau commented, using his thumb to wipe the eyeliner stains from your face. “When I picked you up, you looked like a mess.”

“Sorry,” you whined, leaning forward to press your head against his chest. Gently, with the tenderness only someone like Beau Arlen had, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. “I know I messed up big time. Let me make it up to you?”

Beau furrowed his brows, causing a small indentation in his forehead. It felt a little… morally corrupt that you were trying to make it up to him through sex, but sometimes he felt like the only way to get through to you was to gently rock into you, whispering sweet praises into your ear. With ease, he lifted you up, pressing your back against the shower as he lined the tip of his cock with your slit. Pushing into you, he held back the groans that accumulated in his throat, instead offering, “What you did was wrong, darlin.”

Your breaths came out uneven, sucking in gasps as he bottomed out. Gripping the muscles of his shoulder, you mumbled small apologies, ‘sorry’ falling from your lips over and over again. Maintaining eye contact with him was hard when you knew he was disappointed, and the worst part of it all is that you knew he wasn’t doing this to make himself feel good. He was doing this for you. 

“Why are you always gettin’ into some sort of trouble?” Beau steadied himself, hitching you up further as he slowly pushed into you. Somehow, sex in the shower— the space so confined— was even more intimate than sex in bed. “You need a little attention?”

Deep shame swirled in your stomach, feeling called out by his words. There was some truth to it; being in trouble got you attention, especially from Beau. With your lips pressed to his shoulder, avoiding eye contact as he thrusted in and out at a leisurely pace, you could only nod your head in response.

“Next time you want a little attention, just tell me, baby. Don’t have to put on a show like this. You’re doing so well for me.” Beau said softly, treading the waters with you lightly. It was hard to miss the way you tensed up as he offered soft praise, the way your walls contracted around him, your orgasm on its brink. He didn’t want to push you too far, not when you were so susceptible to shutting down on him, but he truly thought that maybe he was the first person to actually care for you— maybe that’s why you didn’t receive it so well. And Beau was more than happy to chip away at you. “I know you can be a good girl.”

And that is what sent you over the edge, walls clenching around him as you finished.

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