I made a very strange observation, which simply... shocked me. My tinhat/j2 heart is bursting with joy 🔥🥹🥹❤️💀
Look at the day of the week and year Jensen got married:
Now look when Jared got married… 🥹😮💨😮💨
And also note the strange choice of ties🔥🥹 Jensen's is black, Jared's is white. Besides, there are even wedding photos where Jensen is touching Jared with his finger and smiling. And, as we know, Jensen has repeatedly stated that this is a gesture of love to his "wife."
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Chapter 08: Caving In
WC: 4.03k
Rain began to fall harder while he sat in his car fifteen minutes after pulling into the gravely parking lot. He recognized the car your friends drove, he didn’t bother figuring out names. Ricky? Elliot? Didn’t matter, any boy around you was trouble, in Beau’s eyes at least. Maybe your dad would’ve been a little more lenient on who you went out with, but knowing there’s a curfew set out there for young adults, disobeying her father’s best friend?
You weren’t any less of a sinner than Beau was, the question that still stood: what would he do, now?
He’d held on long enough, tried to be a God honest man for his best friend, for his town, but he couldn’t take it anymore.
He took his key out of the ignition and threw the butt of his cigarette onto the damp ground, looking up at the sign illuminating above,
GINO’S PUB
Beau grins to himself, sucking his tongue between his teeth like he always does, and walks through the double doors. Country and rock music blares through the bar, groups of college kids have filled the bar, laughing and drinking, dancing and getting lucky in the corner. Where are you, sweetheart? He takes his cowboy hat off before shuffling through the crowd.
Don’t be shy, darlin.’
He spots Shayla first, coming out from the bathroom with messy hair and clarity glowing in her eyes followed by a tall, scrawny man. Beau’s eyes scan the entire building before spotting you–
With a man inches away from your face.
A man your age.
It was a normal sight, nothing wrong with it to the average townie around, but for Beau it was hell. His own personal hell, seeing the one thing he desired for longer than he’d like to admit, gazing into the eyes of another.
You were laughing, biting your lip to some sarcastic comment the man said before taking a longer sip of God knows what. He hated when you drank more than you could handle, he didn’t mind taking care of you but the idea of harming such an angelic figure? Beau wouldn’t have any more of it.
His boots echoed through the music, it was only a matter of moments before you saw his angered eyes your peripheral vision,
Before you know it, Sheriff Beau Arlen, in the flesh, has the stern father stance, hands shoved in his pockets waiting for you to say something. Anything. Shayla and Rodney are peeking from the pool table, while Jeremy just aimlessly stands there chewing on a nicotine pouch. Beau’s pulse thickened, blood pumped through his veins of the thought of where this prick’s hands had been.
“Evenin’ darling,” he starts, rubbing his coarse hands across his beard. You can’t deny he doesn’t look perfect, his hair frames his face perfectly and even when he’s pissed, Beau aged like a Napa wine. “Thought I might find you inna’ place like this.”
Beau takes another step closer to you, but you bat your eyes away before he can say another word. You already know you’re screwed, there’s no denying that.
Jeremy chuckles, a hiccup escaping his throat. “Is this like your dad or something?”
“No–”
“Well I mighta’ ‘swell be,” Beau cuts you off, before pulling you away from the other man by the nape of your neck. You yelp when his cold hands meet the bare skin.
“What do you think you're doing?” You shout, but there’s no use when he’s dragging you out of the honky tonk. He’s silent for the walk out of Gino’s, and to the truck, and by the time his key turns in—he’s still not saying a word.
“Beau this is ridiculous,” You continued, crossing your arms in the passenger seat. He switches gears and turns out of the parking lot, flashing lights onto the main road before speeding up. “What you did back there was uncalled for, I was having a good time and–”
“Darlin–’”
“No, don’t do that. You don’t get to ‘darlin’ I’m just a grumpy ol’ man’ no. No sexy Texan accent, Beau. I’m a grown adult, if I want to go out with my friends, and flirt with meaningless men–”
Before you can say another word his hand clasps your mouth shut from the driver’s seat, making eye contact with you instead of keeping his eyes on the foggy road.
“Sweetheart,” his voice got lower, eyes still focused on you, now moving down to your thighs. “You keep it up with the attitude and I’ll make that pretty throat of yours aching and sore by the morning–you hear me?”
Beau never spoke to you that way, never in that tone either, not since the day at the lake, with what almost could’ve been. You nodded quickly, thighs squished together to keep yourself from shaking.
You’d never admit it aloud, but his tone, talking to you like he was your father, made your panties wet.
“Who was he?” He takes his hand away from your lips, moving down to your thighs.
After a swallow you answer. “Nobody. Just someone I met while I was there.”
“I told you not goin’ out past this damn curfew, sweetheart. That meant no honky tonks, no partying, no going out without my knowledge.” Beau was passionate in his anger, his grip around the wheel tightening along with his grip around your thigh.
You didn’t say anything for the rest of the drive, not with a dizzy head and soaked panties from a man twice your age, your father’s best friend. Instead, your head rested on the window with eyes closed shut. Beau continued to look over at you, felt his jeans grow tighter just from looking at you.
Neither of you knew what would’ve happened when you got home, your home. Beau practically was your father for the time being, and he took his role very seriously, except for the occasional remarks.
Those remarks, the comments he’d give you, whether you were asleep or just too naive to figure it out, he wanted you.
Your head shot up when Beau pulled the truck into park, shutting it off and opening your door for you. With one hand extended, you took it and followed him inside the house. Beau makes his way to the butler’s pantry and pours himself a glass of bourbon, brushing the flavor across his lips and keeping his focus on you.
“Go ahead and lean on that,” he points to the marble countertop.
Without a second thought you follow his orders, making your way to the counter, resting your arms above your head against the cold surface. Footsteps trailed behind you, unable to see him in the corner of your eyes. Beau’s hand brushed up the back of your leg, racing up to your thigh slowly snaking both hands around your waist, going for the button of your shorts.
With a gasp escaping, Beau pulled the denim past your knees, he let a whistle out from the sight of your panties. This was now the second time he’d seen you like this, bare and now aching for him. A man you used to get piggyback rides from as a child, who’d tie the laces of your shoes and make fun of the broccoli in between your braces.
That same Beau was throbbing beneath his jeans, the fire inside him only grew hotter, flames out of control.
“Look at you,” he hums. “Such a pretty little thing, who could ever corrupt such a beautiful girl?”
Your eyes peered up, all big and glossy trying to make out what was going on inside his head. This wasn’t the Beau you once knew, he had become domineering within a matter of moments – and there was no complaint.
Cheeky and laced, he massaged your skin, threw the fabric, before a hard slap came across your butt. You yelp, in an attempt to move your head up Beau’s hand entangles your hair and keeps it down, another slap followed after.
“You wanna keep behavin’ like a child?” He growls, another slap, this time it leaves a red mark on your bare skin. “This is what bad girls get.” With every wince a wave of pleasure rushes through the burning sensation, it’s nothing you’ve ever felt before. A single tear runs down your cheek, all the air sucked in comes out in a single exhale after he lays the final blow.
Beau raises the shorts back up to your waist, turning you to face him, zipping and buttoning up the shorts. He raises your chin up to look at him, a sly smirk painted across him.
There are no words to convey what’s going through Beau’s head right now, by the look of lust in his eyes, the hunger, a million thoughts raced through your head.
“I’m sorry,” was all that rasped out. In an attempt to look away, his grip around you tightened, keeping direct eye contact with each other. Tears began to form in your eyes, there was no explanation as to why.
Was it his demeanor towards you changing? The strikes against your skin, how it felt to be controlled by a man? The man in front of you, Beau, the person you thought you knew was not the same man.
“It’s alright, sweetheart.” he pulls you close into his chest, rubbing your messy hair with his big, charcoal stained hands, each finger running through a different strand.
“You’re alright,” he repeats and pressing his lips on top of your head, continuing to kiss all around your head while you breathe in his smokey pheromones. He smelled of cedarwood and tobacco, a hint of spice flooded the nostrils with each inhale.
You picked your head up, hesitant with glossed eyes focusing on his expression. Unreadable, there was no telling what could go on in a filthy mind like Beau’s. With a bitten lip you reached up on the tips of your feet, and took the aching awake with a press against Beau’s lips.
An electric charge graced through the both of you, his hands raced towards your back to tighten you into the kiss. Muffled grunts and whimpers escaped when gasps of air were needed, he was hungry, for almost twenty-something years he’d been hungry– for one thing, one girl only.
You sank deeply into the kiss, Beau bit your bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth, letting a yelp out. There was no denying he didn’t like a little pain with his pleasure, and maybe you seemed to as well. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging him as if there was any space left to fill.
“Jesus, baby,” Beau mutters, gasping for air.
You whine, hands holding his scruffy beard in each palms. “Why did you stop?”
Beau sighs, and desperation caves over both of you in the dim kitchen. The cicadas buzz out in the muggy night, he breathes then says, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ right now, honey,” the confession echoes with a crack in his voice. “You’re…I….” He takes a step back. “This isn’t right.” Reality began to set in for him.
You frown, taking a step forward interliking your fingers in his belt loops. “Please, Beau.” What am I even asking for? Practically begging, for God knows what.
Your eyes were full of desperation, pupils dilated from the guilt washed over his face. His cock twitched in his jeans, boots scuffing the wooden floors.
“You know exactly why this is a bad idea, honey, don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” You bit your bottom lip, lipstick fading from his touch.
Beau breathed heavily, contemplating his devilish thoughts, racing back and forth in his head. Dopamine clouded his brain, adrenaline rushed through his veins–
Picked her up, scolded her, bent that pretty waist over the counter and–
All of it began to hit at once–no pun intended.
“If your father knew–”
“He won’t,” you reassure him and place your hand on his wrist, veins popped from beneath his skin.
“If your father knew,” Beau repeats, louder, sterner. “Knew the damn things I wanna do to you, that pretty lil’ face of yours. ‘Be a dead man by the morning!" He paces back and forth, unable to look at you.
Maybe this was a mistake, you thought. I kept telling myself this was nothing, some stupid school girl crush, this is nothing. You were a terrible liar after all. Maybe you had too much too drink, it was a full moon, perhaps, there was nothing that–
“This would’ve been easier if you were anyone else,” he takes another step closer, your eyes flicker up. “You keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart,” he lets out a low whistle, then adds, “I won’t be able to pretend I’m a good man no more.”
As if he was pretending, he’d just bent you over and spanked you as if you were a child.
“Just this once, Beau,” you whisper, breath hitched from a hiccup. “Please, let me be yours.”
His eyes widened, brows furrowed. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re askin’ for–”
“But I do,” another step forward, “I do know, I’m not a little girl anymore.” I’d be your girl, if you let me. “I know what I want, and…” Your gaze lingers off to the darkness, he holds onto your chin again, keeping your head straight and focused on him.
“Say it.”
You swallow.
“I want you, Beau,” a whisper, voice breaking as the words spill out. “Please, I need you. No matter the age difference, no matter how wrong it is, just this once, Beau.”
There was no further conversation, in a swift movement you were pulled into his arms, faces smashed against another as he tumbled his way up the rackety stairs. This was it.
He’d thought about it countless times, of course he thought about it, about you. You were more beautiful than ever, sprawled out across your bed, stuffed animals pushed onto the floor laptop hidden under the bed. Beau looked down at you, arms scrambled in your tangled hair and eyes full of desperation and lust, he couldn’t get over the way you looked at him. A sudden, dark force casted over his face before he could lay his hands on you.
“From now on, you’re my girl, you understand?” You nodded quickly, earning a smirk. “Atta’ girl.”
Beau took off his leather jacket and unbuttoned his flannel before making his way back towards your bed. He started with your jean shorts, snapping the button off across the room, pulling them off against your hips and below your boots, kicking them off after.
Beau’s eyes met your panties, the same lacy ones you wore when you caught him in this exact room; what was only days ago felt so much longer. They were pink, almost an ivory pink from being faded and worn for so many years.
His hands pinned down to lock you in, he started with the neck. Kisses running up and down sending shivers down your spine, thighs brushing up against each other. With each kiss he left a trail of saliva, your mouth gaped letting out gasps and weak moans. He could have eaten you alive for all it mattered, but the feeling alone was worth it.
Beau’s lips, Christ his lips; they were softer than you could ever imagine. Soft like snowfall, like the sun touching bare skin for the first time–he melted you. His lips, so sweet, the sweetest nectar one could ever lay their hands on.
“I…” you gasp out. “... more, Daddy…”
He looks up, licking his lips with a hungry smile. The comment only made the tent in his pants grow tighter. “Yeah, baby? What do you want from Daddy?”
You look down at your bare legs, panties beginning to soak just from the touch of his lips before looking back at him. Beau chuckles and sits up to unbuckle his belt before tying it around your wrists, tightening before locking through the loops.
A puzzled look comes across your face while he pulls his starchy jeans off, throwing them across the floor.
“Don’t worry, darlin,’” he reassures. “You’re with me, now. I’ll take good care of you.”
He pulls your top over your head, revealing a lacy black bra above, only for him to pull it off with it. You bat your eyes away with a wince, flustered and full of embarrassment. He was seeing you at your most vulnerable, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
Legs spread open, Beau made his way between them, kissing the center of your panties earning a whimper from you. He inhaled deeply, before letting his tongue escape his lips to flick your folds between the silky fabric. You let out another whimper, louder this time, voice cracking from his hands digging into your thighs.
“Jesus,” you whispered. “Please, God.”
He looked up between your thighs, “he ain’t here to save you, baby.” Beau met the hem of the fabric, bit the seam before tugging it down below your weakened knees.
Beau kissed the center of your core, warm and soft to the touch. Your thighs began to shake when his tongue slivered his way inside you, lips sucking the folds swollen. He pumped in and out, licking the bud before entering back inside.
“Daddy, please,” you breathe out. “It feels…it feels so good…”
It’s no feeling you’ve felt before; the few times you were intimate with your ex weren’t memorable times, only being able to recall staring at the wall and dissociating, waiting for it to be over with. But with Beau? Jesus Christ. It was almost like he’d blessed you, and all of the women who came before took this man for granted.
Beau took his time with you, letting his mouth explore the warmth and sticky opening before him. He flicked his tongue deeply inside, with every kneejerk, he went harder. A pit began to grow inside your belly, tied wrists began to fight the restraints.
“Beau, wait,” you gasped out. “I–” A moan took your words for you when he traced your clit with the tip of his tongue, rolling it around the edges.
With another gasp for air, your legs quivered when a sudden release of pleasure rolled through your body, Beau kept himself pressed on your core as your remnants dripped from his lips.
After a few moments he looked back up with you with a proud sheepish smile smeared across his face before wiping his mouth.
“Please don’t look at me like that,” you whisper.
“Like what, sweetheart?”
Like I’m a trophy, or like I’m some Goddess bestowed upon you to worship. Like you could love me.
“I don’t know,” you say instead, and Beau ignores it for now.
His arm snakes back around your thigh, sliding his fingers up back to your core twirling them around the entrance. Your cheeks heat up, the room feels ten times hotter than before.
“Have you been touched here before, baby?” You shake your head, he knows you’re not a virgin, just not as experienced as your peers may be. That hungry smile smears upon his face again before inserting a finger deep inside, massaging the center of your g-spot. With only just one finger you threw your head back from pleasure, moans and gasps of air when he added another.
“Such a good girl for me,” Beau hums, voice so intoxicating watching him pump his fingers in and out of your core. Like an angel before you, can’t help but stare in infatuation at the man before you. Aged skin, gray hairs peaking from his beard, lips pressed together to hold back any grunts.
The tender flesh wrapped around his fingers tightly, aches began to grow inside of your abdomen, Beau could tell how impatient you’d become.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
You whine, jerking knees and squirming on the mattress, Beau meets your gaze at his boxers, and looks back up at you.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
You nod quickly, “Please, I–”
“I know, baby, I know.” He coos, before slipping his boxers off…
No. Absolutely not. No.
Your eyes began to wide at the sight before you, throbbing and dripping at the tip with precum, his hand cupped the base of his shaft before pumping his thick length slowly. He let out quiet pants, keeping his focus on you, dark blue eyes never leaving yours. Beau spat in his hand before lubricating himself off, positioning himself to be within your center.
“Now it may hurt,” he starts, grunting when his tip meets your folds. “But it’ll only be for a little, I promise ‘ya I’ll make you feel good.”
With a racing heart, all you could do was nod.
“You trust ‘yer daddy, yeah?”
Just from hearing him call himself that, after you called him that, it made your nipples harden. Another nod followed.
“Good girl, I’ll be gentle with you.”
In a swift movement Beau thrusted himself inside you; pressure formed deep inside as you laced your legs around his bag, tightening the grip.
“Jesus, baby,” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight, so wet for your daddy too, I see?”
You buried into his neck, eyes shut when he thrusted himself deeper this time, still keeping his promise of being gentle.
It was slow, but the pain subsided into pleasure like he said. It was warm and wet the deeper his tip went, filling up the walls with his throbbing dick.
Moans filled up the silence along with faint music in the background as his arms snaked around your back. Your arms still above your head shook with the pattern of Beau’s thrusts, gasping for air from the ecstasy reeking from each body.
He glistened in the darkness, muscles flexing as he buried himself into you, beginning the pickup the pace of the thrusts.
“You’re such a good girl,” he bucks his hips, you arch your back for him to pull himself deeper. He’s pounding into your g-spot, over and over again maintaining his eye contact with you, he wants to remember this moment. Remember how you resemble a beautiful maiden, taken away by a harsh man who can only love in vulgar, hellish ways.
“Daddy, you feel so good…” Your words trail off when Beau smashes his lips on yours, tongue sliding all around your mouth exploring each crevice.
“Tell me,” his southern drawl escapes. “What would that boy from the bar think of all this, huh?”
There’s no use to answer when the only thing coming from your plump lips is moans and cries from the thrilling sensation.
“He’s… not…”
“Huh?”
“Not… my boyfriend, Beau please I’m–”
“No, no no,” he starts to slow down, taking his length in and out of your folds, in and out. You were soaking wet, dripping onto the mattress, tightening around his tip. Beau leaned down and drew your bottom lip before pushing himself back into your g-spot, rubbing his thumb against your clit.
“No man,” he grunts in between pants, “will ever touch what belongs to me, ever again. You hear me?” His voice begins to raise, another whimpering nod.
“I want you to say it,” Beau growls louder.
“I’m yours,” voice breaking into a sob, squinting eyes and a pit inside your belly only growing more, “I’m yours, Daddy, I promise.”
In a desperate moment with tightened muscles, his throbbing dick withdrawing back inside your swollen pussy, drenched with aroma and juices that filled his senses, with each thrust he matched your breathing, held your restricted hands, interlinking each finger.
“Baby,” he pants, and knows it’s coming. “Fuck, I…”
In and out. Harder and faster. Your legs gave out as you fell into another orgasm, shaking limbs as you sang out the pleasure. Beau came long and hard after you, filling himself with his seed and milky nectar, marking you as his own.
He looks down at you, messy legs with cum spilling out of your core. With a soft voice and a touch to pull messy strands away from your face, Beau whispers, “you’re the biggest risk I’d ever taken, you know that, sweetheart?
“And yet, the greatest reward.”
A/N:
hi! i tried keeping my promise of longer chapters, so hopefully this is worth the wait! i spent most of yesterday and the beginning of this morning finishing it up, also please bear with me i haven't written smut since... middle school, so yay! hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter :)
