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JENSEN ACKLES
SERIES
Soulmates
MINI SERIES
When the Lines Blur
Sauvage
ONE / TWO SHOTS
Coming Home (Two Shot)
Suffocate Me
Remind Me (Two Shot)
Blizzard
Vibrations
Cowboy Boots and Daisy Dukes
Home for Christmas
The Babysitter
Spring in Fall
Take Care of You
DRABBLES
Girls Night
DEAN WINCHESTER
SERIES
The Widow
The One That Got Away
MINISERIES
Can't Fight This Feeling
All She Wants
ONE / TWO SHOTS
Someone Like Me
Those Who Wait
Everything
Forever Hold Your Peace
Just Like This
All She Needs
DRABBLES
Tequila
BEAU ARLEN
ONE / TWO SHOTS
Taken for Granted (Two Shot)
MINI SERIES
The Girls Next Door
SAM WINCHESTER
ONE / TWO SHOTS
The Widow Timestamp: I Love You
The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me?
Summary: Dean’s experience with the wrong hormone suppressants makes him feral. The only person who can get him out of it and save his life is Y/N, the omega he had been mating with for years until she left six months ago. Without a claim and with no prospects of Dean ever giving her one, Y/N finally had enough and broke the bond they’d forged in their years together and left him, but with Sam now begging her to go to Dean and save his life, will she go, or will she leave the green-eyed alpha to his biological fate?
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: Alpha Gone Feral for @j3bingo
Warnings: tw: dub con claiming, omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, feral alpha, agitation, aggression, smut, rough sex, biting, oral sex (f rec), fingering, p in v sex, hair pulling, heavy angst, aftercare, fluff
Word Count: 4.1k
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Y/N’S POV
The knocking on your motel room door startles you, and you grab your gun from the waistband of your jeans and cautiously step towards the door. Flicking the safety off, you place the barrel onto the wood and cautiously open it just enough to see who’s on the other side.
“Sam? Cas?” you gasp, throwing the door open wider.
“You should be more careful, Y/N. We could be demons or shapeshifters or any other kind of monster,” Cas speaks first, and you blink at him, amused, as always, by his directness.
“Nice to see you, too, Cas,” you smirk, opening the door wider to let them in.
“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says as he leans down to hug you. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too, Sam,” you smile as you close the door behind them. You know whatever this unplanned visit is, it’s about Dean.
“You seem healthy,” Cas states, tilting his head to the side and frowning as if searching for something. “And yet—”
“So!” Sam interrupts quickly. “How have you been?”
“Fine…” You narrow your eyes at the alpha’s strange behaviour. “This isn’t a social visit, is it?” You finally ask.
“No,” Cas confirms, and you don’t know if you’re glad he’ll get straight to the point or if you’d prefer Sam to dance around it all a little more.
“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.
“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.
You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.
“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea.
“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.
“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.
“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.
“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”
“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.
“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”
It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.
“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.
“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.
“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”
“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.
“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.
Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.
“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”
“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.
“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”
“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”
“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.
“I do,” Sam responds.
“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”
“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.
“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”
“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.
“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.
You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.
He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.
“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.
“Where is he?”
Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.
You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.
Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.
“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.
Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.
“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.
“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.
“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.
Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.
“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.
Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.
“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”
Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.
“No!” he growls. “Mine.”
Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.
He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.
You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.
“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties.
“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”
Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.
“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.
Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.
As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.
“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.
You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.
Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.
As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.
It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.
It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha.
“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”
His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.
It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.
You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.
“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.
“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.
Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.
When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.
A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.
The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.
The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.
“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.
“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”
You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.
Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut.
As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.
Cry.
DEAN’S POV
Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.
He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.
“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.
Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.
“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food.
When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.
Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.
Y/N’S POV
After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.
“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.
He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.
When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.
Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.
Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.
“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.
“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.
“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”
“I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”
“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”
The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.
“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”
The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.
“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”
You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.
“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”
“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”
“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”
The Round 2 master posts have been reblogged and the bingo is officially on hiatus.
I want to thank everyone - participants, readers, followers - who supported this event and made it so enjoyable.
A special note goes out to the creators who joined. Thank you for forming a lovely and supportive community in the discord server and for sharing your wonderful stories and aesthetics!!
These wonderful participants submitted a combined 340+ fanworks with a total of over 1.1 million words.
If you haven't done so already, check out the amazing pieces they created from the prompts. Show them some love by commenting and reblogging.
Be sure to also check out their individual blogs for even more wonderful stories!
It was such a pleasure being a part of this lovely fic writing community for the past two years.
Well done everyone! Over one million words is PHENOMENAL!!
I’m hoping to keep filling my prompts (I already have some WIPs that fit the unused squares from both rounds!), and maybe I’ll see you after the hiatus in 2026… 👀
The Round 2 master posts have been reblogged and the bingo is officially on hiatus.
I want to thank everyone - participants, readers, followers - who supported this event and made it so enjoyable.
A special note goes out to the creators who joined. Thank you for forming a lovely and supportive community in the discord server and for sharing your wonderful stories and aesthetics!!
These wonderful participants submitted a combined 340+ fanworks with a total of over 1.1 million words.
If you haven't done so already, check out the amazing pieces they created from the prompts. Show them some love by commenting and reblogging.
Be sure to also check out their individual blogs for even more wonderful stories!
Aw, thank you so much! This has been a really tough year for me, losing both of my parents within a few months of each other, so to have filled any of these squares is an absolute miracle!
Thank you @jacklesversebingo for putting on another fantastic bingo event! ☺️💖
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: domestic fluff, smut, kissing, hand job, p in v, happily ever after
Word Count: 1.7k
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Y/N’s POV
One Year Later
“Time for bed, Mia,” Y/N said as the obnoxiously colourful and loud children’s movie finally ended.
“Okay,” Mia chirped, throwing her blanket off and crawling onto Y/N‘s lap. “Goodnight, Mommy!”
“Sweet dreams, baby! I’ll see you in the morning.”
After Mia had been thoroughly squeezed, she escaped her mom’s suffocating embrace and threw herself at Beau.
“Good night, Beau!” she giggled as Beau tickled her sides.
“Night, night, sweetheart. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite!” Beau tickled her some more until Mia wriggled free and ran towards her bedroom.
“Brush your teeth!” Y/N shouted after her.
“Yes, mommy!” Mia shouted back just as the bathroom door slammed shut.
“I know you hate them, and you’re probably going to laugh at me,” Beau smirked, “but I miss watching these kinds of movies.” He pointed towards the television, where the credits were still rolling and a bubbly teenybopper song was playing.
“I’m somewhere in between being desperate for her to grow out of them, and her watching them forever!” she laughed, and Beau nodded in agreement. “I know when she stops watching this kind of thing, she won’t be my baby anymore.”
“She’ll always be your baby. You can take my word on that!” he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.
“Yeah, I guess. But she won’t be little anymore. I’ll miss that.” Y/N sighed.
Beau’s arms wrapped around her body and he softly kissed her head. Y/N snuggled further into the heat and comfort of his body. She picked the remote up from the arm of the sofa and scrolled down the ‘Watch List’ until she found the movie they’d agreed to watch once Mia had gone to bed.
Y/N stared at the screen, but her attention was far from the film they were watching. Content in Beau’s embrace, and relaxing more and more with every lazy pattern his fingers drew over her arm, she thought of the past year and how her life had changed.
She thought of her future; a future that back then, she never thought she’d have, and—not for the first time—felt an overwhelming love for Beau. She was safe and happy and loved. But more importantly, Mia was safe and happy and loved. And that was all she could ever ask for.
“We could have one together,” Beau said, and it took Y/N a minute to fully understand what he was saying.
“A baby?” she asked, sitting up and facing him. It wasn’t something she’d thought much about. He was older than her and his child was almost an adult, and she’d just assumed he wouldn’t want to go back to diapers and sleepless nights.
“Yeah. If you want,” Beau smiled, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear.
“Do you want more kids?” she asked. “Because it’s kinda something we both need to want.”
“Well, not kids plural, but yeah, I’d like to have one with you. Not right now, obviously,” Beau clarified. “First we’d move in together and then get married. After that,” he paused thoughtfully, his lips tugging up in a small smile, “a baby.”
“Oh.” Y/N gawped, stunned into a temporary silence as her brain slowly processed what he was saying..
“If you don’t want to do any or all of those things, that’s fine, we won’t. I’m just putting my cards out on the table.”
“No, I do!” she rushed to reassure him. “It’s just…” she trailed off, her brain still struggling to process everything he’d told her in the last few minutes.
“It’s just what, darlin’?” he pushed. “You’re not gonna offend or upset me, I promise.”
“Okay,” Y/N took a deep breath and took hold of his hands. “I assumed —wrongly, it seems— that you wouldn’t want to get married again after Carla. And I was okay with that. As long as I was with you.
“I also wrongly assumed that because Emily is grown and going to college next year that you wouldn’t want to be a father again.”
“I’m gonna be a father to Mia, there’s no questioning that. And yeah, I never thought I wanted to get married again or have another kid, but I do. With you.”
Beau’s voice was filled with certainty, and one look into his eyes confirmed to Y/N that he meant every single word.
“I want that with you too, Beau. But first, I think you should move in here,” Y/N smirked, watching his face as it registered what she’d said.
“You want me to move in?” he grinned.
“I mean, you’ve only spent one night at your place in the last three weeks. You practically live here already. Why not make it official.” Y/N shrieked with laughter as Beau’s lips crashed against hers.
The long-forgotten movie continued to play as Y/N and Beau made out on the sofa like a pair of lovesick teenagers.
“Bedroom,” Y/N mumbled against his lips when their hands began to wander under clothing and grasp desperately at bare skin.
“Uh huh,” he responded, standing up, gripping her around her waist and lifting her from the sofa. She wrapped her legs around him and he swiftly walked them to her—soon to be their—bedroom.
Once the door was closed behind them, Beau laid her gently on the bed and stripped himself, then watched as Y/N did the same.
“You’re so beautiful, darlin’,” Beau rasped, trailing his eyes over her naked body. “So perfect.” Y/N’s smile spread wide and her face burned with heat.
Beau took his time kissing and sucking every inch of her exposed skin. They had all night and he wasn’t in a hurry. His hands squeezed and massaged, and he revelled in the whimpers and moans his touch pulled from her throat.
“Beau, please,” Y/N begged, her small hand reaching for his hard and heavy cock, pumping it the way he liked with little flicks of her thumb over his swollen and leaking head. His hips rutted involuntarily, grateful for the friction, and a loud, low guttural rumble left his mouth.
“Please,” Y/N said again. “I need you, Beau.”
Beau pulled away from her grip and pushed her legs wider. His eyes fixed on her dripping pussy and he took hold of his cock and rubbed it over her slick folds. He growled at the feeling of himself sliding easily over her pussy, spreading her wetness over them both.
When he finally caught the tip of his cock with her entrance, he pushed his hips forward with a groan, seating himself fully inside her in one thrust.
Beau’s POV
A light knocking on the bedroom door woke Beau from a peaceful sleep. He glanced at Y/N, smiling at how beautiful she looked in the hazy morning light, and decided she deserved to sleep a little longer.
When he’d started staying over at Y/N’s, he’d learned quickly how important it was to be wearing something before falling asleep. The first time he stayed, Mia came bounding into Y/N’s bedroom the next morning and immediately jumped on the bed.
Y/N laughed it off, and told Mia that she should knock on the door before coming in, but he’d been traumatised for a solid month after it happened.
“Mommy?” Mia said, peeking her head around the door.
“She’s still sleeping, sweetheart,” Beau whispered. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “I’m hungry!”
“Alright, kiddo. How about I make us both breakfast and we let Mommy sleep for a little longer, huh?” Mia nodded her head excitedly. He’d done this a few times with Mia, and she always told him how much fun she had.
Beau quietly got out of bed and joined Mia in the hallway. With one last glance at Y/N still sleeping soundly, he smiled fondly and closed her bedroom door.
“So,” Beau said as he lifted Mia up onto a stool at the kitchen worktop. “What do you want with your pancakes?”
“Bacon and syrup, please!” she answered, clapping her hands in excitement as Beau put the mixing bowl in front of her. He added the dry ingredients for pancake mix to the bowl and handed her a spoon.
“Do you live here now?” Mia asked as she stirred in the milk and eggs Beau had added to the bowl.
“No, I don’t. I’d like to, if you and your mom want me to.” It wasn’t his place to tell her that Y/N had already asked him to move in. For all he knew, it was said in the heat of the moment and she’d changed her mind.
“I know I’ve been here a lot, but I love spending time with you and your mom, so I come over as much as I can.” Mia nodded thoughtfully, but Beau knew she had more questions and waited patiently until she was ready to speak again.
“When you do live here, will you become my dad?” she asked with a childish innocence that melted his heart.
“I will be whatever you want me to be, Mia. If you want to keep calling me Beau and being friends, that’s what we’ll do. But if you want me to be, and your mom’s okay with it, I would be honoured to be your dad.”
He’d never seen Mia smile so wide, and knowing he made her happy and wanted him to be her dad made him realise just how much he’d fallen in love with the girls next door.
“Morning, you two,” Y/N said from the doorway. “Is this a private party or can I join?”
“Mommy! I want Beau to live with us so I can call him dad!” Mia declared excitedly.
“Is that so, baby?” she replied, kissing her daughter’s messy bed head and wiping some flour from her cheek before going to Beau and pecking his lips.
“And what do you say to that?” she grinned at him.
“I’m all in, darlin’. I have been since the day we met.”
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: General
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, heart to hearts
Word Count: 3.7k
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Y/N smiled hearing Beau’s footsteps fade from her porch as soon as she turned the key and locked her door. He’d been so much sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined tonight, and the fact he was willing to go at her pace for as long as she needed him to had truly touched her.
She knew Mia being so young had a lot to do with it, but it proved to her that he cared about her daughter, even though he had one of his own that he’d protect just as fiercely as she’d protect Mia.
Taking her high heels off and leaving them at the door so they wouldn’t wake the silent household when she walked over the hardwood floors, Y/N went into the kitchen to make a cup of chamomile tea.
“How was your date?” Her mom’s voice startled her, and she turned towards the door, chuckling at being so jumpy.
“Good,” she grinned. “Really good!”
“I can see that!” her mom smirked. “You’re glowing, sweetheart! I cannot wait to meet the man who put that smile on your face!”
“I’m going to talk to Mia about everything tomorrow on the drive to kindergarten, and if it goes well, I’ll invite him over for dinner before you go home,” Y/N suggested.
“So, things are going well enough to tell Mia?” her mom smiled.
“Yeah, I think so. Do you want some tea?” At her mom’s nod, she busied herself making two cups of tea before elaborating further.
“Beau is great, mom. He’s sweet and charming; he loves Mia, and she loves him back. He won’t hurt either of us.”
“He has a daughter, too, right?” her mom questioned.
“Emily,” Y/N nodded, wrapping her hands around her steaming mug.
“Does she know about you and Beau?”
“Not yet. Her mom and stepdad are going out of town tomorrow, and Beau said he’d talk to her then.”
“And how do you and Emily get on?” her mom asked.
“Good. Emily’s an amazing young woman. She babysits Mia when I’m working at the bar. They get on like a house on fire!” Y/N laughed, thinking of the Disney Princess movie marathons in expertly crafted blanket forts that happened weekly.
“So there shouldn’t be any reason for either of the girls to be upset by you and Beau dating?”
“I don’t think I can be 100% sure of that, but I’d be surprised if it upset Mia. Like I said, she loves Beau, and Emily is the best babysitter in the world, apparently!”
“Well, I’m happy you’re happy, sweetheart. You deserve it,” her mom hugged her tightly, cupping her cheeks when they parted. “With Beau being the sheriff, I understand if I can’t meet him before I go home, but I would love to if he has the time. From everything you’ve told me, he is a wonderful man, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
“Mommy, can I have pancakes for breakfast?” Mia asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she walked into the kitchen.
“Sure, honey,” Y/N smiled. She’d woken in a great mood after her night with Beau, and she didn’t want it to fade by arguing with her daughter that pancakes were a weekend treat and not for Thursdays.
She watched her daughter’s confused frown, knowing she was considering questioning having pancakes on a weekday or just letting it go.
“Do you want chocolate chips and strawberries, or bacon and syrup?” she asked, pulling the ingredients for pancake batter from the cupboards and chuckling at the suspicion her daughter surveyed her with.
“Grandma? Something’s wrong with mommy,” Mia frowned suspiciously. “She’s too happy and she only lets me have pancakes on a Sunday.”
“Well, maybe mommy’s making an exception because I’m visiting, huh?” Y/N’s mom grinned at her knowingly and ruffled Mia’s tousled hair.
Mia looked thoughtful for a moment, like she was considering what her grandma had said before shrugging and skipping over to the table and taking her usual seat.
Y/N busied herself making breakfast, humming along to a country song playing on the radio. Her night with Beau wasn’t the only thing responsible for her joyous mood, as she enjoyed the sounds of her daughter and mom’s chatter and laughter. The only thing that would’ve made her morning better, is if Beau and Emily were there too.
“So, you know mommy went out for dinner last night with a boy?” Y/N said to Mia while pulling out of her driveway. She couldn’t help glance towards Beau’s house, and smiled as she saw the blinds were still closed over.
“Did you have fun?” Mia asked.
“I sure did!”
“Does that mean he’s your boyfriend now?” Mia’s intelligence for her young age never ceased to amaze her and was her sole motivation for working two jobs; that girl would be going to college and every spare cent Y/N had was being put into a college fund.
“Well, it’ll depend on you, baby.” It wasn’t a lie. If Mia wasn’t on board with this, it wouldn’t happen. “If you don’t want me to have a boyfriend, I won’t.”
“You said I’d like him.” Mia said thoughtfully as she gazed out the car window. “Does that mean I already know him?”
“Yeah, baby. You already know him.”
“Is it Sheriff Beau?” Y/N glanced in the rear view mirror, meeting Mia’s curious gaze that gave nothing away.
“Yes. It’s Beau,” she said after rolling to a stop at a red light.
Mia’s face burst into a wide, joyous smile and she giggled with glee, making Y/N chuckle.
“Does that mean Beau will be living at our house?” The four-year-old bounced in her car seat with excitement.
“No, Mia. At least not for a while. But, it does mean he’ll be over at the house more. He’ll be having dinner with us more, and maybe, if you want him to, he’ll join us for some movie nights. Would you like that?” Y/N asked her daughter, already knowing the answer from the huge grin on Mia’s face.
“Yes!” she cheered. “Can he come over for dinner today, Mommy? Please?” It wasn’t often that Mia’s puppy eyes got to her, but Y/N could always tell when something would make her daughter truly happy versus her trying her luck.
“He’s busy tonight, baby. But, I’ll tell you what. I’ll call him once I’ve dropped you off at kindergarten and see if he wants to come over tomorrow, okay?”
“Yay! Thank you, Mommy!”
Y/N sighed with relief as she got back in her car after the kindergarten drop off. Telling Mia about Beau had gone even better than she’d expected. She knew her daughter loved Beau and she’d be happy that Beau was going to be an even bigger part of her life, but the sheer joy she exuded was more than she could’ve hoped for. Keeping her promise, she picked up her phone and called Beau.
“Well, good mornin’, beautiful,” Beau rasped down the phone. Even though it sounded as if she’d woken him, she could hear the grin in his voice and it made her heart flutter.
“Hey there, handsome. Did I wake you?”
“You did, but what a wake up call!” he chuckled, and she giggled despite herself. “You doin’ okay?”
“I’m doin’ great!” she grinned. “How are you?”
“Fantastic!” Beau replied and again, she could hear the grin in his voice. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“You know what? I should probably call back later once you’ve had a chance to wake up and have some coffee,” Y/N rambled, suddenly aware that telling Beau all about her and Mia’s conversation this morning may be best when both parties were fully alert.
“Y/N, darlin’. Is everything alright?” The way Beau’s tone quickly shifted from playful to concerned, made the butterflies swarm in her stomach and she chuckled.
“Yeah, Beau. Everything’s fine!” Y/N waved to one of Mia’s kindergarten classmates and their mother before returning her attention back to Beau.
“It’s just that I talked to Mia this morning. About us, and I was calling to tell you how it went, but since you’ve just woken up, I don’t want to bombard you with the details before you’ve had a chance to wake up properly and have some coffee.”
“Well, that is mighty considerate of you, but you’ve got me all worried,” Beau chuckled nervously. “Was it good or bad?”
“It was all good,” Y/N giggled at hearing Beau’s sigh of relief down the phone.
“I really wish we could talk about this in person over breakfast, but I know you have to get to work.”
“I’ve got a little time,” Y/N smiled. “I’ve already had breakfast, but I wouldn’t say no to joining you for coffee.”
“Meet me at The Uphill Grill?”
“I’m on my way,” Y/N confirmed as she turned the keys and started her car.
The Uphill Grill was close to their neighbourhood, so Beau was already parked and leaning against the hood of his truck waiting for her when she pulled into the parking lot. His hair was still damp from the shower he must’ve thrown himself in to get here so quickly.
The smile involuntarily grew on Y/N’s face as she pulled into the free space across from Beau’s truck. His slow and confident stride towards her set the butterflies in her stomach swarming.
“Mornin’, Beautiful,” Beau greeted as he opened her car door and held out his hand to help her out of her vehicle.
“Good morning,” Y/N grinned, taking his offered hand. It had been a long time since she’d felt like anything other than a mother and a friend, so her stomach was flip flopping violently at Beau’s simple chivalrous gesture.
He kept hold of her hand as they walked across the parking lot, only letting go to open the door for her. She stepped into the diner and smiled as she felt his hand rest on the small of her back. She’s always known Beau was a gentleman, but now that they were dating, his gentlemanly tendencies were tenfold.
Y/N moved through the diner, choosing an empty table by the window and sliding into the booth. They’d barely sat down when two steaming mugs of coffee were put on their table.
“Thanks,” they said at the same time, making them chuckle.
“So,” Beau spoke, keeping his gaze locked on his menu. “How did Mia take the news of us?”
Y/N smiled patiently, waiting for him to raise his gaze to hers before she spoke. His shyness about the situation was cute and endearing, making her stomach flop for the thousandth time that morning.
Eventually, he looked up from his menu, his cheeks colouring slightly at her staring at him.
“Don’t look so worried!” she grinned. “Mia adores you, Beau. She has since the day you met! And I already told you it’s all good.” Y/N giggled a little as Beau’s shoulders shrank and he huffed a long breath of relief.
“Good. I’m relieved to hear that!” he chuckled. “You have no idea the scenarios running through my head about what could go wrong!”
“I meant what I said a few weeks ago…” Y/N quickly trailed off as Beau ordered his breakfast from the waitress, and she accepted the offer of a refill of her coffee.
“About what?” Beau asked, bringing his full attention to Y/N.
“About being a father figure to her.” Y/N glanced down at the table, not wanting to see a look of horror cross his face at bringing this up again. After all, he didn’t say anything about it to her at the time, and they hadn’t spoken of it since.
“Hey,” Beau assured, grabbing her hand from across the table. “It doesn’t worry me, and it won’t scare me off.”
She felt his gaze intently on her and finally, she looked back up at him. “I was — and I still am — honoured that she sees me that way and I hope she always does.”
“Really?” Y/N questioned, finding it hard to stop the smile.
“Yes, really,” Beau laughed. “I didn’t say anything at the time because you were opening up to me and telling me how you felt. How Mia felt. And I didn’t want to interrupt you,” Beau’s thumb rubbed soft circles over her hands.
“Then you didn’t bring it up again, so I thought it best to let it be. But I’ve thought about that conversation a lot since then, hoping it wasn’t something that was said in the moment.”
“It wasn’t,” Y/N assured him. “I didn’t want you to pull away from us, so when you let it go without questioning it, I didn’t bring it up again.”
“Alright, let’s make a deal,” Beau said, taking both of her hands in his and staring so deeply into her eyes, she was sure he could see into her soul.
“No more of this. My first marriage failed epically because there was no communication. From me or Carla. I won’t do it again. We have feelings, thoughts, concerns—anything, we talk it out. Deal?”
“Deal,” she agreed quickly. Beau raised her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“Good,” Beau winked. “I’ll talk to Emily about everything when I pick her up from school.”
Beau’s POV
Beau wasn’t meant to be working today, but he was carrying so much nervous energy that he felt like if he didn’t get rid of it somehow, he’d implode, and what better way to calm down than doing something as mundane as paperwork.
It’d been a long time since he’d felt this nervous. He knew there was nothing to worry about in telling Emily. She liked Y/N and Mia, and had been the one who talked him into asking his neighbour out in the first place. Emily wasn’t the issue, and he knew that.
Carla had moved on a long time ago. So long ago Beau forgot what number husband Avery was. And he meant what he’d said to Y/N about them not being good at communicating. It was just that he felt he was the most responsible for the end of his and Carla’s marriage and the fear he had that he’d mess things up the same way with Y/N made him feel nauseous.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Deputy Sheriff Jenny Holt said as she stopped outside his office door. “I thought you were off for a few days.”
“I am,” Beau nodded. “I just thought I’d stop in and catch up with some paperwork while I had some time.”
“Right,” Jenny frowned, her voice laced with scepticism. “How was your date with Y/N last night?” She asked as she took the empty seat across from him.
“It was great,” Beau grinned, unable to hide how well it had gone. “And she told her daughter about us this morning.”
“How’d she take it?” she asked, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable.
“Really well, apparently.”
“That’s great, Beau! So, what’s the real reason you’re in here doing paperwork on your day off?” Jenny smirked. She was a great cop, and reading people’s body language and listening to what they weren’t saying were two of her best qualities.
“I’m scared that I mess this up like I did with Carla,” he finally admitted.
“You know I like Carla and I’d never bad mouth the mother of your child, but Carla has been divorced how many times? I gotta say, Beau, that tells me more about her than it does about you.”
Beau knew it wasn’t completely true. Yeah, Carla had her faults and was responsible for some of their marital problems, but the fair share of their failed marriage had been his fault.
“Look,” Jenny continued. “The fact you’re so worried about history repeating itself says that you’ve changed a lot since then, and will do anything for it not to happen again. I cannot stress enough that I’m saying this as your friend, Beau. Can you honestly say the same about your ex-wife?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Beau wasn’t completely convinced on that, but he was smart enough to see the truth in what Jenny was saying.
“Have you told Emily?” Jenny asked, and he was relieved she’d changed the subject.
“Not yet. Carla and Avery are out of town for a couple of days so she’s staying with me tonight. I’ll tell her when I pick her up from school.”
“So, you’re here doing paperwork until school gets out because you’re nervous about telling her.” It wasn’t a question, and she’d hit the nail on the head about why he was really here. “Are you worried about how she’ll take it?”
“No, I think she’ll be happy. Especially because she convinced me to ask Y/N out in the first place,” Beau chuckled. “It’s just that I’ve never had this conversation with my daughter yet because I’ve never dated someone long enough to tell her about them.”
“I get that,” Jenny nodded. “But knowing she encouraged it and being sure she’ll be happy about it are good indications the conversation will go well. And she’s not a little girl anymore, Beau. She’ll understand adult relationships a lot more than you realise. I’m sure the talk Y/N had with Mia this morning was way more difficult than yours will be with Emily.”
“Yeah, absolutely. I’m just hoping Em isn’t jaded about relationships because of how many step-fathers she’s had.”
“That sounds like the perfect father-daughter learning opportunity to me!” Jenny laughed as she stood from the chair and turned to leave his office.
“Just don’t stay here too long, Beau,” she said before opening the door. “The more you overthink it, the worse you’ll feel.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Beau saluted as Jenny left his office, closing his door behind her.
Beau took Jenny’s advice, finishing the case file he’d been working on before heading out. There were errands to run and things that needed doing that would make time go faster than being at work shuffling paperwork when he didn’t need to.
And he’d been right. By the time he’d run all the errands, gone grocery shopping, cleaned his house and done the laundry, it was time for him to go and pick Emily up from school.
Sitting in the parking lot waiting for his daughter to come out of class, he went over what he was going to say one last time. He knew he was overthinking it, but he’d spent years as a first class detective, and now he was a sheriff. Thinking of, and planning for, every outcome is what he was trained to do.
“Hey, Dad!” Emily chirped as she climbed into the passenger seat of his truck and shoved her school bag on the back seat.
“Hey, baby girl. How was your day?”
“Good. I aced my math test,” Emily announced proudly.
“That’s great, Em!” Beau grinned.
“And that’s not all. Remember I told you I applied to be a writer for the school newspaper?” she asked and Beau nodded, giving his daughter his full attention.
“Well, they loved my mock article and asked me to start writing for them next week!”
“That’s my girl!” he exclaimed, hugging Emily. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl!”
“Thanks, Dad,” Emily cringed, looking out the windows of the car and checking none of her friends could see them.
“Well, you’re not the only one with some good news,” Beau said as he pulled away from the hug and started the truck.
“At least, I hope it’s good news,” he chuckled, checking his mirrors and pulling out into the road.
“It’s good if you think it is,” Emily smiled, catching Beau off guard once again at how grown up she was.
“It is good for me. But it involves you, too, Em,” he swallowed nervously.
“If it matters to you, it’ll matter to me, just tell me.”
“So, here’s the thing. For the last six weeks or so, I’ve kinda been seeing Y/N.” Beau glanced at Emily from the corner of his eye, feeling his cheeks warm up at his daughter’s grin.
“Kinda?” Emily snorted.
“Yeah, well, you know… traditional dating is difficult with my shifts, her bar job, and Mia, so we’ve been having dinner dates and movie nights at home.” He knew he didn’t need to explain the whole thing to her, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.
“Y/N’s mom is in town, so last night we had our first proper date and agreed to make it official.”
“I can’t believe you doubted me!” Emily laughed. “I told you she’d go out with you if you asked!”
“Alright, alright! I can admit when I’m wrong, and I was wrong with Y/N. Thank you for pushing me. I don’t think I’d ever have done it if you hadn’t.”
“I’m glad you took the chance. And, not that it matters, but I am totally fine with you and Y/N. Thrilled, even. I do have one question though.”
“Shoot,” Beau said, glancing over at Emily.
“Why did you wait so long to tell me?”
“We wanted to make sure it was something before potentially disrupting yours and Mia’s lives. Particularly with Mia being so young and you with everything Mom and I have put you through.”
“Dad, for as long as I can remember, I’ve just wanted you to be happy. Y/N makes you happy, and that makes me happy,” she smiled.
“I love the young woman you’re becoming, baby girl. But I really wish you’d stop growing up so quickly.” Beau’s smile was bittersweet.
“Does Mia know?” Emily asked, changing the subject to avoid a sappy moment in a space she couldn’t escape if it got too much.
“Y/N told her this morning,” Beau nodded.
“I bet she’s super happy!” Emily grinned.
“She is.” Beau’s smile was so big, he could feel it pull uncomfortably on his cheeks.
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
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Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
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Beau’s POV
Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.
Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.
Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.
Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.
Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.
“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.
“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”
Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.
His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.
“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.
It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.
Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.
Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.
He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.
Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”
“I am, Beau. I promise.”
Y/N’s POV
At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.
It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.
Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.
His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.
Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.
Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.
“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.
Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.
“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.
“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.
Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.
When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.
Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.
He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.
“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.
“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.
Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.
Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.
In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.
Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.
It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.
“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval.
“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.
“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.
Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.
“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.
“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”
“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.
“No. Not a single one.”
His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.
“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.
“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.
“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”
“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.
“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.”
He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.
“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”
“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”
“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”
“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.
“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.
“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”
“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.
“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”
“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”
“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.
“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”
“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.
“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”
“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.
“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”
“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: Nipple Play for @jacklesversebingo
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
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Beau’s POV
Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.
Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.
Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.
Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.
Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.
“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.
“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”
Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.
His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.
“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.
It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.
Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.
Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.
He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.
Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”
“I am, Beau. I promise.”
Y/N’s POV
At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.
It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.
Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.
His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.
Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.
Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.
“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.
Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.
“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.
“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.
Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.
When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.
Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.
He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.
“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.
“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.
Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.
Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.
In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.
Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.
It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.
“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval.
“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.
“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.
Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.
“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.
“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”
“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.
“No. Not a single one.”
His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.
“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.
“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.
“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”
“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.
“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.”
He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.
“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”
“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”
“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”
“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.
“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.
“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”
“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.
“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”
“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”
“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.
“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”
“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.
“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”
“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.
“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”
“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: Nipple Play for @jacklesversebingo
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: Consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It truly fuels a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖
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Beau’s POV
Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.
Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.
Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.
Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.
Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.
“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.
“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”
Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.
His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.
“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.
It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.
Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.
Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.
He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.
Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”
“I am, Beau. I promise.”
Y/N’s POV
At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.
It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.
Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.
His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.
Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.
Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.
“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.
Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.
“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.
“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.
Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.
When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.
Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.
He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.
“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.
“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.
Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.
Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.
In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.
Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.
It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.
“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval.
“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.
“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.
Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.
“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.
“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”
“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.
“No. Not a single one.”
His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.
“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.
“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.
“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”
“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.
“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.”
He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.
“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”
“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”
“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”
“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.
“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.
“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”
“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.
“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”
“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”
“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.
“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”
“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.
“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”
“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.
“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”
“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: Nipple Play for @jacklesversebingo
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
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Beau’s POV
Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.
Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.
Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.
Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.
Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.
“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.
“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”
Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.
His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.
“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.
It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.
Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.
Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.
He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.
Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”
“I am, Beau. I promise.”
Y/N’s POV
At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.
It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.
Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.
His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.
Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.
Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.
“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.
Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.
“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.
“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.
Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.
When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.
Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.
He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.
“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.
“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.
Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.
Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.
In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.
Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.
It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.
“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval.
“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.
“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.
Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.
“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.
“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”
“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.
“No. Not a single one.”
His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.
“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.
“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.
“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”
“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.
“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.”
He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.
“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”
“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”
“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”
“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.
“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.
“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”
“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.
“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”
“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”
“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.
“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”
“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.
“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”
“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.
“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”
“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: Teen
Bingo Square: “Just kiss me. We can talk later.” for @jacklesversebingo
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, first date, a meddling mother, flirting, embarrassment, talking about sex, kissing
Word Count: 2k
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Six Weeks Later
Y/N’s POV
“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Mia sighed, her eyes wide with awe as she watched Y/N apply her makeup.
“Thank you, baby,” Y/N smiled, putting down her blusher brush and fussing with her hair again.
“Grandma said you’re going for dinner with a friend.” Mia was swinging her legs off the side of the king-size bed that swallowed the four-year-old, and Y/N chuckled.
“I am,” Y/N confirmed. “Grandma insisted she have some time with just her and her favourite granddaughter while she was in town.”
“Are you going out with a boy?”
“What makes you ask that?” Y/N chuckled.
“Because you look prettier than usual, and I heard Grandma say yesterday that it was about time you found a man,” Mia stated matter-of-factly, making Y/N laugh loudly.
“Yes, Mia. I’m going out with a boy,” she smiled at her daughter. “How do you feel about that?” It didn’t hurt to try and find out how she felt about it.
“Is he nice?” she asked, her innocence shining through.
“He is.”
“Does he make you laugh?”
“All the time,” Y/N giggled.
“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.
“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy,”
“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.
“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.
“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”
“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”
“I promise, Mommy.”
“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.
“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”
“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”
“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.
“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.
“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.
“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.
She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.
“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.
Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”
“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.
Mom:
Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx
“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.
“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”
“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.
“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.
“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.
“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.
“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”
“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”
“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.
“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.
“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.
“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.
“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.
“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”
“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.
“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”
“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.
“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”
“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”
“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.
“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.
“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.
“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”
“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.
“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.
“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.
“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”
“The last person was Mia’s father.”
“Four years,” Beau guessed.
“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”
“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”
“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.
“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”
“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.
“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”
It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.
Mom
I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx
You
Mom, we’re just talking xxx
Mom
Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx
“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.
“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”
“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.
“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”
“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”
“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.
“Can we focus, please?”
“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”
“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”
“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”
“What if I am ready?” she whispered.
“You are?” Beau checked.
“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.
“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”
Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.
They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: Teen
Bingo Square: “Just kiss me. We can talk later.” for @jacklesversebingo
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, first date, a meddling mother, flirting, embarrassment, talking about sex, kissing
Word Count: 2k
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Six Weeks Later
Y/N’s POV
“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Mia sighed, her eyes wide with awe as she watched Y/N apply her makeup.
“Thank you, baby,” Y/N smiled, putting down her blusher brush and fussing with her hair again.
“Grandma said you’re going for dinner with a friend.” Mia was swinging her legs off the side of the king-size bed that swallowed the four-year-old, and Y/N chuckled.
“I am,” Y/N confirmed. “Grandma insisted she have some time with just her and her favourite granddaughter while she was in town.”
“Are you going out with a boy?”
“What makes you ask that?” Y/N chuckled.
“Because you look prettier than usual, and I heard Grandma say yesterday that it was about time you found a man,” Mia stated matter-of-factly, making Y/N laugh loudly.
“Yes, Mia. I’m going out with a boy,” she smiled at her daughter. “How do you feel about that?” It didn’t hurt to try and find out how she felt about it.
“Is he nice?” she asked, her innocence shining through.
“He is.”
“Does he make you laugh?”
“All the time,” Y/N giggled.
“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.
“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy,”
“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.
“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.
“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”
“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”
“I promise, Mommy.”
“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.
“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”
“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”
“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.
“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.
“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.
“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.
She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.
“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.
Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”
“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.
Mom:
Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx
“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.
“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”
“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.
“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.
“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.
“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.
“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”
“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”
“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.
“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.
“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.
“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.
“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.
“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”
“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.
“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”
“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.
“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”
“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”
“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.
“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.
“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.
“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”
“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.
“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.
“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.
“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”
“The last person was Mia’s father.”
“Four years,” Beau guessed.
“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”
“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”
“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.
“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”
“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.
“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”
It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.
Mom
I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx
You
Mom, we’re just talking xxx
Mom
Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx
“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.
“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”
“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.
“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”
“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”
“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.
“Can we focus, please?”
“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”
“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”
“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”
“What if I am ready?” she whispered.
“You are?” Beau checked.
“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.
“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”
Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.
They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Rating: Teen
Bingo Square: “Just kiss me. We can talk later.” for @jacklesversebingo
Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, first date, a meddling mother, flirting, embarrassment, talking about sex, kissing
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It truly fuels a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖
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Six Weeks Later
Y/N’s POV
“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Mia sighed, her eyes wide with awe as she watched Y/N apply her makeup.
“Thank you, baby,” Y/N smiled, putting down her blusher brush and fussing with her hair again.
“Grandma said you’re going for dinner with a friend.” Mia was swinging her legs off the side of the king-size bed that swallowed the four-year-old, and Y/N chuckled.
“I am,” Y/N confirmed. “Grandma insisted she have some time with just her and her favourite granddaughter while she was in town.”
“Are you going out with a boy?”
“What makes you ask that?” Y/N chuckled.
“Because you look prettier than usual, and I heard Grandma say yesterday that it was about time you found a man,” Mia stated matter-of-factly, making Y/N laugh loudly.
“Yes, Mia. I’m going out with a boy,” she smiled at her daughter. “How do you feel about that?” It didn’t hurt to try and find out how she felt about it.
“Is he nice?” she asked, her innocence shining through.
“He is.”
“Does he make you laugh?”
“All the time,” Y/N giggled.
“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.
“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy,”
“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.
“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.
“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”
“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”
“I promise, Mommy.”
“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.
“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”
“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”
“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.
“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.
“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.
“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.
She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.
“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.
Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”
“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.
Mom:
Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx
“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.
“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”
“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.
“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.
“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.
“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.
“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”
“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”
“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.
“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.
“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.
“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.
“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.
“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”
“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.
“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”
“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.
“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”
“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”
“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.
“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.
“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.
“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”
“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.
“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.
“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.
“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”
“The last person was Mia’s father.”
“Four years,” Beau guessed.
“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”
“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”
“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.
“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”
“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.
“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”
It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.
Mom
I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx
You
Mom, we’re just talking xxx
Mom
Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx
“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.
“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”
“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.
“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”
“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”
“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.
“Can we focus, please?”
“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”
“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”
“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”
“What if I am ready?” she whispered.
“You are?” Beau checked.
“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.
“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”
Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.
They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”
Summary: Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. The problem is he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s too little too late and it’s over between them.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, language, marital strain, brief mention of infidelity, smut, oral sex (f rec), fingering, unprotected p in v.
Word Count: 3.9k
A/N: This is one of my most favourite things I've written. Based on the song Remind Me by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood, this is an angsty one, so buckle up, buttercups!
Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader
Series Rating: 18+ Only
Series Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, angst, smut, kissing, fondling, language, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), p in v, hand job, domestic fluff, happily ever after
Series Word Count: 15k Approx.
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