#Ryan x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

Prompts 2: kiss me and tell me it's not broken.

With Ryan please?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @Trublu2u @Yousigned-upforthis @queenslandlover-93

Set before:

Romantic Shit - Prequel to Summer - Ryan and you talk about Texas.

Summer (NSFW) - Ryan enjoys a moment with you in the summer sun.

Ryan hates himself. He hates that he’s sitting at the bar watching you slow dance with another man when he knows it should be him.

When the other cowboy kisses you, it feels a branding poker is being driven right through his rib cage and he can’t bring himself to watch any longer. He throws back the whiskey he’s been nursing before he heads outside to get some air.

He doesn’t expect you to follow him, to pin him against the wall, to kiss him like the first time he kissed you. It devolves after that, hands roaming underneath the hem of your dress before you undo his belt, guiding him to just the right place. He fucks you against the wall of the bar, mouth covering yours, drinking down your pleasure as you climax all over his cock.

“I can’t get you out of my head.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek. “I can’t watch you with another man…”

“Then don’t.” You say fiercely as you look into his eyes. “Make me the only woman you fuck.”

He kisses you then because that’s what he wants deep down inside, to belong to you, only to you. The problem is he keeps listening to the voice in his head, the one that tells him that it can’t work out because of all the shady shit he does for the ranch.

“Stop thinking.” You whisper against his lips as your palm comes to rest upon the space where his heart resides. “Listen to this instead.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[dramatic-crying]

just hear me out - being a part of jackass and cky in the 2000s <3

[baezen]

— ❝caught❞

pairing: ryan x f!reader word count: 1297 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], masturbation, shower sex, unprotected sex,

summary: in which ryan's not going to let you get away easily

prompt: sixty-nine / public sex / pet play

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As Ryan exhaled he watched his breath cloud and dissipate into the cold air around him. Winter was no joke, the only thing that kept him going through the day was the promise of hot coffee and an even hotter shower at the end of the day to help thaw his body.

You arrived just before the snow stuck to the ground. You’d proven yourself useful more times than he could count, but he remembered every single instance. You hadn’t experienced a desolate winter yet, but despite that, the snow didn’t hinder you. A lot of hands had come and gone over the years, either the winter was too harsh for them to handle, or they’d been taken to the train station. Either way, you were determined to stick it out. To continue proving you were an asset to the Dutton’s.

You’d tried to fight the chemistry between you and Ryan, and at first he’d let you. He wasn’t convinced you were the real deal, that you’d stay. The connection was undeniable though, and one night drinking after a long day had seen you falter. You’d wound up kissing him, pulling him into one of the empty horse stalls in the barn. 

The kiss hadn’t happened again. You had been careful not to be alone with him. He was aware you were avoiding him. Honestly, he thought it was cute. Endearing. That you wanted him so much you didn’t trust yourself around him. 

So he continued to watch you from a distance, even if it drove him crazy. Your breath clouded around you as you helped unload hay. Technically, he was tasked with helping too, but he knew you’d find a way to get away from him. Even if his help would make the job a lot faster, he enjoyed watching you work. 

Instead, Ryan carried the bales into the barn and stacked them in the corner, sticking close but not close enough to make you skittish.

You couldn’t avoid him forever. You’d caught yourself stealing glances here or there, admiring the way his biceps and forearms flexed whenever he did a strenuous task. You’d caught him staring a time or two, but he was more obvious about it. He wanted you to know your feelings were reciprocated, but he didn’t make an effort to make the first move. The last time he had, you kissed him and ran away. You were sure he was expecting you to strike up the conversation or something, but you didn’t have the words.

The water pressure in the shower had seen better days, but the hot stream did wonders for your aching muscles and cold limbs. You heard Ryan’s laugh amidst the raucous cacophony of everyone else’s and slipped your hand between your legs to relieve some of the pressure. Fingers circling your clit as you braced your forearm on the wall, letting the water wash away the shampoo from your hair as your breath hitched.

A soft moan fell past your lips and you bit down on your arm to muffle the sound. Your ears strained to hear whatever Ryan was yelling about, imagining him instructing you to get off. 

Circle your clit. Apply pressure. Slip two fingers inside your pussy. 

His voice was like an aphrodisiac. You imagined him growling in your ear, pressed up against your back as his hands worked you over. 

You tweaked your hardened nipples, rolling your breasts in your hands. Hips jerking against nothing, thighs clenched together. 

“Fuck,” you cursed lowly, dipping your hand between your legs again. 

You were desperate for release, barely able to think of anything else. Your breath came quicker and you moaned again, biting your lip to stifle it. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you teased your nipple and rode your fingers, clit brushing against your thumb with each roll of your hips.

“Ryan,” you mewled, unable to help it. You moaned a little louder, clamping down around your fingers as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shook and you whimpered as the shower curtain was pulled back, eyes wide as Ryan stared back at you.

His eyes hungrily drank in your body, how you still shook with the aftermath of your orgasm and did nothing to hide yourself. What was the point? You’d already been caught.

Before you knew what was happening, he’d stripped his shirt off and was working on unbuckling his belt. Your breathing was still hard, quick, and watching him strip had your body heating up once again. Slowly, you began teasing circles on your clit, watching with a heavy gaze as he continued to strip. His erection spring free, slapping against his rigid abdomen as he climbed into the stall and placed a searching kiss to your lips.

You groaned softly at the contact, his fingers replacing yours as his mouth muffled your moans. Your hands wandered to his hair, gripping onto the strands as his tongue pried your lips open and he let out a long groan.

“Tell me what you want, Angel,” he panted, forehead resting against yours as his fingers worked you over.

“You.” You breathed heavily. “Want you to fuck me.”

He groaned again as your hand slipped between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his thick cock and pumping him slowly. His other hand skirted up your body, cupping one of your breasts and tweaking your nipple. A delighted moan burst past your lips, one he didn’t care about muffling. 

He jerked his hips, hand grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg around his waist. You positioned his cock at your entrance, the thick head brushing over your clit before settling at your core.

“Take me,” you begged, angling your hips as he pushed into you and let out a string of curses.

“Fuck, Angel,” he groaned, peppering kisses along your jaw and nipping at your neck. Your hands tugged his head closer, arching your back so he could take a nipple in his mouth.

“Ryan.” 

You purred as his hips ground against your own. You dug your heel into his ass, his grip on your thigh punishing as he set a quick pace. The sound of your moans and slick skin slapping filled the communal bathroom. 

Your fingers tugged his hair, his teeth grazing your nipple. You gasped as he moved to your other breast, slipping his hand between your legs to circle your clit. His fingers were rough but nimble, working you over with expert precision.

You clenched down around his cock and he groaned heavily.

“Come on my cock, Angel,” he spurred you on, thrusts becoming harder and more frantic as he delayed his own climax. “Need to feel you come for me.”

“Ryan!” You shrieked, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your moans as your orgasm built and built and built until it came crashing down around him.

His hips were unrelenting as you rode out your orgasm, body shuddering and tightening around him. He grunted as his cock twitched, gripping his shaft by the base as he pulled out and coated your stomach with his arousal. 

You watched with heavy eyes as he continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop of his orgasm as his body shuddered. His next kiss was soft against your lips. It didn’t last long as someone started clapping, both of your heads peeking past the half opened shower curtain to see who the culprit was.

“Dang, that was hot!” Teeter hollered. 

“If you don’t want an audience, at least shut the bathroom door,” Colby said with a laugh.

Ryan flipped them both off and tugged the shower curtain across. “Sorry,” he apologised. “Heard you moanin’ my name and got a little excited.”

You barked out a laugh, pulling his head towards you for another kiss. 

[sorchathered]

Sweet Dreams- Ryan x reader

Day 2-Somnophilia

Summary- Ryan comes home to his girl and gets her ready for him while she dreams of his hands on her body.

Warnings- smut, unconscious reader

Pairing- Ryan from Yellowstone and reader

Ryan had been gone for nearly two weeks, hauling horses to the 6666’s ranch, Colby was driving him absolutely insane whining over missing Teeter, Jake was stinking up the whole truck, and his knee was really starting to act up. He just wanted a good shower, hot meal, and to maybe get his dick sucked by his wife. Definitely the last one more than anything but hell he’d take whatever she was willing to give at this point.

By the time they crossed under the Yellowstone ranch sign it was the middle of the night, you’d long been asleep and he didn’t want to wake you while you looked so pretty all starfished out in their shared bed. It was when he pulled the covers back and saw the red lacy panties you had on that he knew exactly what you were asking for. They had a system, if you wanted him to help himself you donned the pretty red lace and that was his cue to take what he wanted, you’d wake up eventually after all, more than ready to give him the release he was searching for.

Crawling to wedge himself between your spread thighs he sighed in relief as his mouth met the lacy material, licking and sucking on your clit as he ground himself into the mattress. It didn’t take long before you were writhing in your sleep, moaning out his name into the quiet bedroom, still deep in sleep but having what he hoped was the best damn dream. He spread your wetness around his fingers and slipped two inside, watching as you arched off the bed, eyelashes fluttering as you became conscious, body coming alive under his touch. You were so close, but he needed to be inside you, so he moved up your body with soft nips and kisses, your arms wrapping him up when he finally met your lips.

Still groggy you let him explore your mouth and press his cock into you, slow thrusts dragging him over your g spot. Eyes now wide and bright as he brought you to your release you huffed out a laugh when he whined into your neck and flooded you with his own release.

Boneless and sated, pussy still full of him, you wound your legs around his and let sleep take you again. He was finally home.

Tagging- @bobgasm @attapullman @ryebecca

[rhettabbotts]

Any chance you’d consider writing one about Yellowstone Ryan, for smut prompts 10 (“you need a place to stay for the night”) or 21 (“Bite me.” “If you insist”)? I can just picture the war between his snarky humor and being a gentleman!

i started giggling and twirling my hair when i saw this

pairing: ryan (yellowstone) x fem!reader

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only. friends to lovers. drinking. heated make out session. dry humping. ryan’s sexy beard and long hair.

a/n: i know this is very niche but i adore ryan sm and i loved writing for him 🥺

“You’re a dirty little cheater!” You shouted as you threw your cards down on the wooden surface and pointed your finger towards the man sitting at the end of the table.

“And you’re a sore loser,” Ryan muttered, a smug smile spreading across his face as he took another swig of his Budweiser. Teeter was grabbing your arm before you could stand up, pulling you back down into your chair before you could lunge towards the cowboy.

Ryan was one of your best friends, truly, but he made you want to pull your hair out sometimes. He was the first one who welcomed you when you started coming around with Laramie. The one who would keep you company while her and Walker were off god knows where doing god knows what. He was the one that picked at you and took your jabs with stride, usually smarting off right back. To an outsider, it would look like you couldn’t stand each other, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

You never envisioned her little fling would lead to you spending your weekends at the Yellowstone Ranch, playing poker with a bunch of half drunk cowboys. Ryan took the time to teach you how to play, even though he was terrible at it himself. Which is probably why he looks so proud that he beat you, never beating anyone that usually participated in a game. You slumped down in your chair, arms crossed over your chest and a prominent pout on your lips as you looked to Ryan.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that,” he expressed, “I’m not feeling sorry for you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as he shuffled the cards for the next round. You sat and watched Ryan’s hands as they moved along the cards, completely tuning out each voice. He had nice hands, a feature you caught yourself eyeing more often than you’d like to admit. You would never voice this out loud but you sometimes daydreamed about how it’d feel to hold his hand, how they’d feel roaming over your body. How they’d feel grabbing your thr-

“Hello??? Did you hear me?” Ryan’s questioning shook you out of your inappropriate thoughts and you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. You shook your head, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Do you wanna play another round?”

“No. I’m- I’m okay, I’ll sit this one out. Maybe I’ll learn how to win.” You said jokingly, hoping he wouldn’t question why you spaced out. You found yourself doing that more and more the longer you were around Ryan. You had conflicting feelings, you adored him as a friend, but you also couldn’t help the fluttering butterflies in your stomach every time he looked at you softly or when he went out of his way during the week to text or call you. Sure, you teased each other to no end, bickering at every chance you got. That seemed to make your feelings that much worse.

“We’re gonna go out to Bozeman, grab a few drinks,” Colby said as he stood from his seat, “who all wants to come?” Each person nodded in agreement except for you. You were tired, not up for the excitement of what going to a bar in Bozeman might bring. You politely shook your head, getting up to grab a glass of water and busy yourself with putting away some of the empty beer bottles. The others got ready to head out for their night out as you sat on the couch. Teeter stopped before walking out the door to check on you. You told her you were fine, that you’d probably put a movie on and crash. The door shut behind her and you were finally alone - or so you thought.

Ryan plopped down on the couch next to you, letting out a long sigh and spreading his legs just a tad. You sat there and stared at him until he finally acknowledged you.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ I thought you were going out?” You spoke in a hushed tone.

“Eh, didn’t feel like it. You don’t mind me crashing your movie night, do you?” Ryan nudged you slightly, smirking at you.

“I guess I don’t have another choice,” You said, moving a minuscule amount closer to the cowboy. For someone who just watched rodeos, Ryan was very picky about what movie you put on. He claimed he didn’t want to watch any ‘chick flicks’ and you told him he had no opinion since it was supposed to be your alone time. You finally settled on ‘When Harry Met Sally’.

Ryan surprisingly stayed quiet for the majority of the movie, making random comments here and there. You don’t know how it happened but when you realized it, you were pressed into his side. His arm was resting along the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck absentmindedly. At the love confession scene, you couldn’t help but tear up. No matter how many times you had seen the film, it still hit you hard.

“Awe, are you crying, sweetheart?” Ryan asked, tone light mixed with slight concern.

“Oh, bite me. It’s such a good confession, okay!” You exclaimed, pulling away slightly to look at him as the end credits rolled.

“Well, if you insist…” He said, so low you almost missed it. He had a look on his face that you could only describe as wanting. His eyes flickered down to your lips and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Ryan,” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Can I- Can I kiss you?” One big, callused hand cupped your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. You were afraid of your voice failing you so you just nodded, whimpering slightly as his lips attached to yours. It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn needy. Your hand found their way into his greying curls, tugging lightly on them which earned you a groan from the man. His hands wandered down to your hips, pulling until you were seated in his lap. Your mouth opened in a gasp as you felt his hard cock against your core, causing Ryan to slip his tongue inside. Your hips moved on their own accord as his kisses moved away from your mouth and down your jaw, biting at the tendon in your neck.

“Been thinking about this for a long time, baby,” He said, words muffled against your skin. You moved against him that much faster, the denim of his jeans causing a delicious friction against your thin panties. The skirt of your dress fanned out below you. You could feel the cool metal of his belt buckle press into your pubic bone, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Ryan, we need- oh, god- we need to talk about this,” your words coming out in near whines. You angled your hips just so and moaned loudly into the empty bunkhouse. Ryan was grunting into your skin, hands roaming up your back and tugging at your hair, causing you to arch against him. You were nearly there, so close you could almost taste it. That was until you heard a truck door slam, and loud laughter coming from outside the door. You froze in Ryan’s lap, panic washing over the both of you. Quickly moving off of him, you straightened your dress and fussed with your hair until you felt like you looked presentable. He grabbed one of the throw pillows and placed it over his very obvious bulge, shooting you an apologetic look as everyone filtered back inside.

“Well, that was a quick trip…” Ryan said, clearly annoyed.

They all spoke at the same time, the only thing you caught was that Teeter suggested body shots and that was their cue to leave. You willed your heart rate to slow down, avoiding eye contact with everyone - especially Ryan. While everyone busied themselves with their nighttime routines, you found your pinky interlocked with Ryan’s on the couch. He looked over to you and smiled, causing you to bow your head shyly. You didn’t know what all of this meant for your relationship, but whatever it was, you were ready to face it head on. What you didn’t see was Colby smiling to himself, eyeing the mark on your neck and the lovesick look in his best friend’s eyes.

[bellarkeselection]

How ryan would react if you told him you were pregnant

Yellowstone ryan x reader

How would Ryan react if you told him you were pregnant??

Ryan would most likely not believe you at first

He would curse quite a lot in shock

He might think that you we’re just messing with him

Think that Colby or Teeter decided to prank him and this is what they came up with

If you start to cry or leave the room he would snap out of it immediately

Afterwards he would comfort you with a hug

And he would just hold you for a while until you calmed down

Once you calmed down he would hold your face in his hands and give you a kind smile

“I’m sorry for not taking you seriously, darling” he would say

You would respond back through some light tears ���It’s not your fault. Ryan…it’s a lot to take in. I don’t expect you to be excited since it was just a one night stand.”

He wouldn’t waste anymore time so instead of answering you with words he just kisses you

You would kiss him back obviously but still be confused over his response

In the end he would give you a verbal answer just in case “I ain’t going to leave you to raise this child by yourself.”

And Ryan would spoil the kid rotten and teach he or she how to be a ranch hand like him

John would offer you and the baby a place to live on the ranch if there was a different cabin available. Since it would be odd to live in the bunkhouse with the others

You and Ryan would get married quickly before the baby’s due date

[biggestxsimps]

could you do the quarry guys reacting to reader getting attacked by werewolves? can you also make it angsty, thank u!

A/N: ofc, thanks for the request! I tried to make it angsty, idk if I did it right though. Also I know it’s been a while since we’ve posted, we’ve both been caught up with our lives. After this, I hope to be able to post a little more frequently. Thank you for your patience!

Please be aware this fic contains: Mentions of blood, gore, violence and spoilers. 

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Ryan Erzahler:

He shouldn’t have let you come with him and Laura, you weren’t already infected like she was and neither had the desire to save Chris.

But no matter how he felt you persisted that you go with him.

You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harmed.

That brings us to now, Ryan’s been infected and you were on the hunt for Chris.

The three of you walked into a dark room, you stopping near the door with Ryan “How are you feeling?” You hold him up.

“I’ve been better.” He muttered.

Laura moved into the middle of the room “I think we found Chris.” she looked into the darkness.

You and Ryan follow Laura, seeing a werewolf Chris tied up to a pole.

Ryan was about to speak when Chris charged at us, breaking through the floor.

Chris was on top of you trying to maul you while Laura had just begun to transform.

Ryan ducked for the table, quickly grabbing the gun.

Laura jumped towards Travis, attempting to attack him.

Ryan looked over to the now werewolf Laura until he heard a blood-curdling scream. He whipped his head over to you, watching as your organs were ripped out of your torso.

He yelled as he lifted the gun, shooting Chris.

He watched as his manager dropped to the ground.

Laura had turned back and begun to thank Travis for sparing her while Ryan just dropped.

He held his now-dead lover in his shaking arms.

“I’m so sorry..” He muttered through broken sobs. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”

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Dylan Lenivy:

Ryan and Laura had just left for the Hackett house and Kaitlyn, Dylan, Abi and I had gone out to check if we could leave with the van.

The four of us made it to the van and Kaitlyn decided that Abi should hide in the bunker.

As she was walking down, the rest of us walked towards the van.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but the van looks like it’s moving?” Dylan points out.

“You’re right.” Kaitlyn lifts the gun “Open the door.” she nudges you.

You cautiously walk over to the van, ghosting your hand over the handle, you look towards Kaitlyn as she nods your way.

You start to push down the handle when the door aggressively opens from the inside, throwing you far into the dirt.

You rush back to try and get behind Kaitlyn as the werewolf jumps towards you. You turn around, face to face with the werewolf as you yell for Kaitlyn.

“SHOOT IT!” Dylan yells.

Kaitlyn shakes as she tries to fix her aim onto the werewolf.

You cry out as its sharp teeth tear into you, ripping through your limbs.

“SHOOT IT KAITLYN!” Dylan screams before it tears into your torso, clawing out your organs.

Kaitlyn shoots the werewolf, a shivering screech being heard before it jumps and runs off into the woods.

Dylan can’t help but stare at your now lifeless and dismembered body. His heart dropping and his eyes watering at the sight.

He mutters a mantra of ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as he drops down beside your mutilated corpse.

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Jacob Custos:

(Maybe a bit too inspired by his interaction with Emma but that's alright)

You were walking around an unfamiliar part of the forest you had run into trying to shake off the werewolf on your tail.

You look around hoping to find someone or something to help you find somewhere safe to camp the night out.

It took a while but you eventually found a figure that looked human.

You ran to the figure, noticing it was Jacob upon getting closer.

He turns your way as you call out his name, remaining still as you hold onto him.

“You’re alive!” You exclaim, pulling away to look at him. Your hand resting on his cold cheek.

“No, I’m not?” He responds dryly. He pulls away, “I’m- I’m nothing..”

“What do you-” “Stop it!”

You take a step back as Jacob starts hysterically cry-laughing, words becoming incoherent.

His voice lowers and words start sounding more inhuman. 

You watch in horror as your boyfriend’s body bursts into blood, the familiar look of a werewolf now charging your way.

You scream as your body’s mauled by the man you loved. All noise stops as the sharp teeth rip into your neck, throwing your head off to the side. 

The sun rises and waking back up in his own body, Jacob sees the bleeding head of his lover, glancing at the torn corpse beside it.

He falls down beside you, moving to rest his head on your chest, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers apologies to your deaf ears.

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Nick Furcillo:

You and Emma never got along but you never thought she would stoop this low.

Everyone knew that you and Nick had something going on, even if the two of you never outwardly said it.

You shake your head, maybe you were overreacting a bit.

You lift your gaze, cursing as you realize you have no idea where you are.

You turn around, trying to retrace your steps before you hear a faint voice calling out your name.

You smile as you recognize the Aussie’s unmistakable voice.

“Over here!” You call back. 

He pants as he stops in front of you.

“Sorry, got a little too serious for me.” You look off to the sky.

“Yeah, I understand.” He shoots a half smile, moving closer to you.

You look his way at the sound of the steps.

Your faces now inches apart and eyes locked together.

You both move closer before-

“HGGRRR”

Your heads turn, now being faced with a terrifying humanoid figure. 

“RUN!” You hear Nick yell before sprinting in the opposite direction of the beast.

You stand for a second before your legs find the strength to run.

You start turning and twisting through trees to try and trick it, somehow catching it off guard a couple times.

You drop down behind a rock, trying to hold your breath as you hear the ragged breathing and scratchy growls approach. 

Your head feels airy and your lungs feel like they’re going to explode, you can’t hold it any longer.

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you attempt to silently let your breath out, failing as you choke on the collected saliva in your mouth.

You hear a screech before it starts crawling towards you. 

You stumble on your feet before eventually pulling yourself up and running towards Nick.

You were so close.

Your body hits the ground as it jumps on your back, it’s clawed hands slamming your head into the dirt. 

“Y/N!” Nick screams, running towards you as the beast rips into your body.

The beast leaps onto him biting a chunk out of his leg before the sound of a gunshot echoed into his ears. 

He watched as it ran away, quickly glancing at your unmoving body before pushing himself backwards and wobbly running to the campfire.

Tears flowing as he collapses in front of the other counselors.

“Nick?! What hap-” “Y/N!” He frantically bawls. “I- He’s- Help him!” His choked out sobs becoming incoherent.

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A/N: Sorry if the pacing is weird or if it doesn't flow that well, I wrote these half-asleep. 

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[junkdrawerfics]

the flustered detective

Kevin Ryan X Reader

Listen, I know this isn't Twilight, and I know this is like, a super random character that probably has such a small following, but I love him sooooo much, and had to write for him. So sue me, I'll probably write more for him.

Summary: You make Detective Ryan very nervous and everyone knows it. Even you. So yah, that's it, just a cute little fic about flustered Ryan.

Word Count: 1001

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“Just go talk to her, man.”

Ryan jumps, jolted from his thoughts as his partner slaps him on the back. He casts Esposito a scowl, straightening his ruffled vest.

“I can’t just…talk to her,” he sighs out, defeat burning behind his tone, “I can barely get a word out when she’s around me!”

“I know,” Esposito snickers, “it’s pretty pathetic, actually.”

The glare leveled at him is deadly. Esposito holds his hands up defensively, inching away with a smirk still glued to his face.

“Sorry. Just saying. You need to man up and grow a-“

“What does Ryan need to do?” 

The sound of high heels clicking along the precinct floor makes both men go stock still. Beckett rounds the corner of her desk, fine brow raised as she lets her gaze drift between the two detectives. Castle pops up behind her, smiling ear to ear, which is never a good thing.

“I believe Espo here was trying to give our friend, Ryan, a little advice on his women troubles,” he hums, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Don’t worry, Ryan, I’m sure we can-“

“No, no no,” Ryan jumps to his feet before Castle can come up with another wild concoction of a plan. “I do not need advice from you-“ He points a finger at Javier and then spins to Castle. “And I definitely don’t need help from you, mister three divorces.” 

“It was two actually…” the writer mutters, looking at his shoes like a kicked puppy. 

Ryan gives him a pointed look, as if what he said sounds any better, “My point exactly. Listen, guys, I’m fine! I am perfectly capable of talking to (Y/n) myself.”

“Talking to me about what?”

The group freezes. Except Kate, who watches over the rim of her coffee cup, eyes dancing with amusement as Ryan goes beet red. You glance between the four, eyes wide with confusion as the men pass each other “looks”. They’re always so secretive, like they’re kids trying to carry out an awful plan. It’s more endearing than it is insulting, though. Esposito makes a show of shoving Ryan’s shoulder, making him face you before he saunters off to the break room.

“What’s going on, Ryan?” You ask as Beckett drags Castle off by the ear, against his dramatic protests.

“Oh, uh, with, with us? Nothing, we just um,” he coughs, blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. How cute. You fight back a smile, settling with a look of amusement that only seems to fluster him more. “We were just talking about a case! Yah a case. And I was going to…ask for your help?”

“Really?” You hum, head tilting ever so slightly. Ryan’s jaw clenches and he nods, lips pressed together tightly. You almost want to tease him a little more, see how far the blush goes, but you’re afraid his poor heart might give out. “Okay. I can help with your case! As long as Kate’s onboard.”

“Yah, yah, she, um, she’s totally onboard.” Ryan cringes at the lie. Hopefully Beckett won’t mind. 

“Great!” You smile, sticking out your hand. “I look forward to working with you, Detective Ryan.”

He nods again, rushing to take your outstretched hand. You giggle as he fumbles. Heat creeps up Ryan’s neck, and man, he wishes he could just say something smooth like Javier, or witty like Castle, but all he can do is laugh awkwardly, heart racing a mile a minute. Just because he’s holding your hand.

He’s a grown man, he chastises himself, a detective for the NYPD. He can break down doors and take on criminals, hell, even face torture, but the feeling of your hand in his? That’s what makes him crumble.

The man looks to be seconds from passing out, you realize, chest aching with something fond. You give his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“Hey,” you whisper, and those gorgeous blue eyes snap up to yours, wide and uncertain in a way you’ve never seen. It makes your chest ache even worse and your smile turns uncharacteristically soft for just a moment. “Easy tiger. You're doing great.”

That seems to help. Ryan forces his muscles to relax, taking a deep breath and nodding slowly. You give his hand one final squeeze. Your hands are so small compared to his, and not covered in calluses or scars, a thought he tries not to linger on as you slip away back to your desk. Just in time for his team to make a reappearance.

“Sooo?” Javier leans in front of him, eyebrows wagging, “What did you say, mister ‘I can talk to her myself’?”

“I um.” Ryan passes a hand over his neck, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation in his palm. Or maybe trying to lock it in his memory. “I may have…invited her onto the case?”

His partner's face falls. Esposito shakes his head, muttering disappointment under his breath, “Are you serious, man?”

“Yah, are you serious?” Kate presses, faking a frown. It’s impossible to be mad after watching that…ordeal play out. But she’s not one to miss an opportunity to mess with them. Just a little payback.

“It just-“ Ryan slumps back into his desk, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. “-happened. I didn’t know what else to say, okay? I just- I have the words in my head, and then she’s in front of me, and it’s like-“ He purses his lips, blowing out a sigh of frustration.

“It’s like everything gets scrambled and nothing fits together anymore,” Castle murmurs (casting a knowing glance towards Beckett, who returns it with a warning glare).

“Exactly. I just…I like her so much, you know?”

“Nope.”

Ryan just about socks Esposito in the face, glowering up at him, “Very helpful, Javi.”

“I understand, Ryan,” Kate offers.

“You do?” He perks up hopefully.

“Yah. I remember I had a hard time talking to this one guy I really liked…you know, back in middle school.”

Ryan groans, “I have no sanctuary.”

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When I tell you I would die for this man-

[animelosers]

Hey hey hey! How are you? How was your day today? I was the one who asked if you're requests are open! Before I request anything, I just wanna say that I really enjoy what you write and it really relaxes me yk. But anyways, I wanted to request a smut for Oliver, Ryan & Sebastian reacting to their girlfriend wearing a lingerie!of course if you're not comfortable writing it you don't have to, just add some spicy scene and that's all, you don't have to do the "thing" if you're not comfortable!

Thank you so much, have a lovely day/night!!!

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I am greatful that you love my writing.

I am doing well, sore from dance.

I would love to write this.

This is 100% fine by me, I am okay with writing smut and spice but the limits are different kinks that are just a HUGE no to me.

For future reference, if they have significant others. I will NOT write spicy in general. (Like Regie Macalino)

This goes for anyone who wants to submit requests.

Warnings: Dirty-talk, Orgasms, hand-jobs, smut, unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS YALL), sub-dom relationships.

Summary: You are wearing Lingerie and these are the boys' reactions.

Authors note: Ngl... last time I fucked was like last year... LMAO also I only did Oliver and Ryan in this cause I got lazy, I'm sorry.

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OLIVER: I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa

As you walk out of your guys' bathroom and into the bedroom. Oliver is leaning his palms on the bed, shirtless, in grey sweatpants, manspreading, staring so helplessly at you. The way your laced set fits around your body so well, your hair is down and slightly messy. This man was ready to just go feral for you but he agreed it's your turn to control tonight.

"Hi my love," You say gently as you walk closer to him.

"Hey sexy," He says while looking up at you once you finally stand in front of him. His eyes seemed so beautiful when he knows he has to beg for what he needed. You slowly scan his body, his hair fluffy as usual, his soft abs showing so perfectly, his V-line deeper than usual in this sitting stance, his erection showing so easily through his gray sweats.

"Needy my love?" You ask as you lean in, showing your cleavage as he stares. He gulps a bit before answering your question.

"Yes.." He admits. How can he not be needy? You in his favorite color lingerie set, having a dominant aura radiating from you, he was ready to just cum by looking at you.

You finally kiss him passionately making him moan softly as he kisses back, cupping your face. You palm his cock through his sweats. He whimpers from this action making you smirk a bit.

"...so fucking needy for you," he practically whimpers out. You guys are each other's weakness, especially in the bedroom. The way your guys' bodies touch so swiftly and elegantly. You feel him getting harder as you guys kiss deeper.

You slowly start kissing him down his neck making a lustful noise coming out of his mouth. His hands squeeze your hips while you continue your actions, slowly grinding against him, palming his crotch softly, teasing him so he can lose his mind and that is what exactly is happening.

Taking off what you were wearing in a needy matter, Oliver can't help but to stop and look at you body.

"God," he whispers before kissing your neck, "I am... so fucking lucky."

You grab lube from the night stand as Oliver takes off his boxers.

"Lay down," He nods and lays down. You start putting lube onto his throbbing erection making him moan loudly. You start jerking him off while rubbing his left nipple. He starts squirming under your touch, his face having a dark red hue, sweating from the pleasure, his back arching a bit.

"I-Imma cum-"

"Not yet," You say and completely stop. Times like these are pay backs from what he does to you so him squirming under your touch and precum already oozing from his tip, "Can't cum so soon baby.."

He whimpers as your thumb rubs over his tip, "Please.."

"Please what my love?" You tease feeling him thrust into your hand more.

"Please let me cum.."

You start stroking him fast after he says that, making him into a moaning mess. He starts cumming all over your hand as you continue to go as fast as you can so he can ride out his high.

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RYAN: Shut up and Listen by Nicholas Bonnin

"Can I walk in now?" Ryan asks gently. Tonight was not so usual, most of the time when you guys want to do the deed, you guys don't have foreplay or anything. It was rare for the two of you to do foreplay but when you guys do its.. intense. It isn't like you guys were vanilla both of you guys didn't really understand the point of foreplay when you an just do it when you want to do it.

"Yes," You respond. He opens your guys' bedroom door, you in lingerie panties, his shirt, messy hair, and laying down on the bed.

"Fuck baby," He says while walking in and closing the door behind him, locking it.

"I saw that,"

"Saw what?" He smirks a bit before hovering over you, kissing you deeply and slowly.

"You naughty boy," You whisper. He kisses you deeper, holding onto your hips for support, making you whimper by his sudden force.

Ryan pins your arms above you while he kisses around you neck, mumbling about how beautiful you are with each kiss. Once he gets to your collar bone, "Can I fuck you with my shirt on?"

"It wouldn't be the first but you haven't seen what I have underneath," You explain to him. He looks at you, intrigued. He takes off his shirt off of you to reveal a corset lingerie top, your boobs showing so much yet so little.

"I need you," He says and starts kissing you so passionately, "Fuck, baby.. I need that pretty mouth of yours around me.. right now."

You cup his face kissing ever so gently, wanting to tease him as much as you can in this moment. He moans you name as you pull away a bit. You sit up all the way making him start laying back. He lays on the other side of the bed, making you straddle him.

"You either have my insides pleasure you or my hand, I am not in the mood for swallowing tonight," You set the boundary before taking off your panties.

"... Ride me," He looks up at you, scanning your beautiful body. His breathing starts getting deep as he imagines you riding him.

"You sure baby?" You ask him in a seductive yet reassuring voice to make sure that he is okay with everything. He nods in response, nothing is wrong with making sure your partner is okay with everything. "Okay baby."

You start taking off his pants as he takes off his shirt so quickly while he kicks off his sweats, you start palming his dick through his boxers. Him being underneath you, whimpering as you touch him, a blush across his face, his hands squeezing your thighs.

You lean down and start to lick his nipple, making him thrust against you. Your hand that was palming him moves away making him let out a deep sigh. You continue to lick around his neck and chest making marks all on him.

"Enough teasing..." He lets out a breathy grunt.

"I'm just doing what you do to me, my love," His grip gets tighter around you hips, most likely going to make marks the next morning but neither of you care. "Okay love."

You take off is boxers to see precum start to flow, you jerk him off a bit so it can ride out before you put it in yourself. He slowly throws his head back letting out deep groan as he fully enters you. He guides your hips to start moving up and down right away.

His lustful moans, your erotic whimpers, skin slapping against each other with a hit of wetness echoes the room. As you both listen to each other going absolutely crazy for each other.

"C-Close.." You say as he starts thrusting up, his thumb rubbing you clit quickly making you clench around his dick so tight.

"Cumming~" He says as you let out the most pornographic moan you've ever made. He finishes inside as you finish all over his cock.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

prompt from @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic

prompt: “I don’t like riding motorcycles when it’s sunny, you really think I’ll ride with you now that it’s storming?”

prompt requested by and images from @illiana-mystery

tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing

I was sitting on my balcony with the awning out when Ryan rode up. I rolled my eyes at the motorcycle. He flipped up the visor but left the helmet on to keep dry from the rain. By the time he was opening my door, I had already made a cup of coffee for him.

“hey.” He greeted me as he took off his helmet. “Mmm. Thanks.” Ryan took off his jacket and went to change his pants before coming over and hugging me. “Fair warning my pants are hanging in your shower to dry.” I laughed and shook my head.

“I’ll try to remember that but no promises.” I said, leaning into him as he kissed my head.

“I’ll take them before I leave. Gotta change back into them.” He assured me. “Didn’t want to miss date night.”

“you never miss date night. Even when you think you’re going to.” I whispered as he nuzzled into my head. I sighed happily as he kissed my throat. I buried my face in his hair as he tugged me closer. “Why you’re riding that damn thing in the rain is beyond me.” Ryan chuckled before pulling back and kissing me deeply.

“hi.” He whispered when we broke apart. I laughed as I ran my fingers through his hair, brushing it off his face. “That damned thing is my only transportation at the moment.”

“what?” I asked, eyebrows shooting up. “What happened to the Cadillac?” Ryan smiled at me sheepishly.

“Brad crashed it.” Ryan said, wincing at the face I pulled. “Drunk. He’s alright. But he wrapped the car around a light pole.”

“dammit Brad.” I moaned, leaning back slightly as Ryan laughed at my reaction. “So you just have the bike?” Ryan nodded.

“yep.” He confirmed. “Thought we could take a ride tonight. Maybe go out to the lake. Skinny dip in the rain.” Ryan teased, slipping his hand under my shirt. I grabbed his wrist and shook my head with a smirk.

“down boy.” I teased back. Ryan winked at me and I rolled my eyes. “I don’t like riding motorcycles when it’s sunny, you really think I’ll ride with you now that it’s storming?” Ryan leaned in and kissed me again.

“oh come on. It’s safe. You know I can handle that thing.” He pouted. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“oh yeah?” I said. “Tell that to the medical bill you got when that bitch tried to run you off the road. Or the repair bills. Or the fact that we had to find a lawyer to sue her for damages and all that other crap.”

“(Y/N)…” Ryan moaned, breaking away to sip his coffee now that it was cooling off. “Come on. That was a few years ago. I’m fine. I got a new bike. And she lost her license for a year. I don’t go up there anymore.”

“no.” I agreed with him. “But I was supposed to go with you. To see Brad and Janet. At the cabin remember?” Ryan’s expression fell and he nodded.

“yeah i remember.” He said, taking my hand and drawing me close again. He rested my head against his shoulder and hugged me tightly. Ryan kissed my head and rocked us slightly. “If you’d been on the back of the bike you woulda gotten the brunt of the damage.” Ryan said quietly. His voice had gone hollow. We stood in silence for a second. “Hey. None of that. Come on. Let’s order dinner and watch some toons and maybe I’ll spend the night.” Ryan pulled back to look at me. “How does that sound?”

“sounds pretty good.” I agreed quietly. Ryan nodded.

“ok.” He said, keeping his arm over my shoulder as he moved to grab my phone. He started dialing our usual take out place while moving towards the couch. “Hey.” He waited until I was looking up at him, arms wrapped tightly around him as we cuddled up waiting for the food. “I love you. And I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you. You know that right?” I nodded and kissed him softly. Ryan cupped my cheek and smiled at me.

“I know.” I assured him. “I love you too.” We smiled at each other before going back to cuddling.

[bullet-prooflove]

Romantic Shit: Ryan x Reader (Yellowstone)

Tagging: @hatersaremymotivators justsimplyme93 knick3rbock3r anticxrrupt 

Prequel to Summer (NSFW)

Every morning that Ryan wakes up with you is a gift. He’s thought that ever since you decided to take this cowboy to bed. This morning though, this morning is bitter sweet because he’s leaving in a couple of days for Texas and the two of you still haven’t discussed what that means for the relationship.

When he finds you, you’re standing on the porch of your house, watching the sunrise in the distance, a mug of coffee clasped to your chest. You’re clad in nothing but his plaid shirt and cowboy boots. The tattoo of his name stands stark against your upper thigh, a symbol of your love for him, your commitment.

This thing between the two of you was never meant to have a future.

In the beginning he didn’t see how it could work, you were a deputy in the sheriff’s department and he was a land enforcement agent/cowboy who did some goddamn shady shit. The secrets you kept from one another should have strangled the life out of this thing but instead it had flourished, because there has always been a mutual understanding. He’s got shit he can’t tell you and you’ve got shit you can’t tell him.

“We should talk about it.” He says quietly as he comes to lean against the wooden strut that supports the gable.

You set your coffee cup down on the railing before you turn your attention towards him. His jeans are slung low on his hips, the orange light from the sunrise plays over his bare chest, highlighting the brand that’s seared into his skin.

“I guess I just wasn’t ready for this to end just yet.” You say as you lean against the pillar opposite him.

Ryan wants to tell you it doesn’t have to, that he’ll be true to you out there in Texas but he can’t ask you to wait a year for him, no matter how much he may want it. His fingertips trace over your name, the italic scrawl inked into his inner forearm.

Katalina…

The love of his life.

The woman whose about to become Sheriff of this county.

You can’t go with him and he can’t stay…

“I love you.” He says quietly as he looks out across the landscape. “I will always love you, the distance doesn’t change that.”

“I know.” You say softly as you come to stand beside him. “I keep asking myself what’s one year in the space of a lifetime?” 

“And what’s the answer?” He asks you, the back of his hand brushing lightly against yours.

Your fingers capture his, entwining them and for the first time since this conversation started he allows himself to hope.

“Marry you.” You say, squeezing his hand a little. “So you’ll know you’ll always be mine, wherever you go.”

If that isn’t the most romantic shit he doesn’t know what is.

“Are you asking me that honey?” He murmurs, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he backs you up against the strut. He can feel the heat of your body through the shirt, he wants to unbutton it, take it off, fuck you right here on the porch. “Are you asking me to marry you before I head off to Texas?”

Your fingers lace at the base of his neck, fingertips brushing over the light curls. His hair has gotten a little long this season. He’s been meaning to cut it but he likes the way your fingers feel when you tug it just right.

“I guess I am cowboy.” You whisper against his lips. “So is that a yes or a no?”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[dramatic-crying]

just imagine being ryan's girlfriend and participating in all of the crazy stunts in jackass <3

[baezen]

— ❝pierce❞

pairing: ryan x reader word count: 1167 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], ryan receives a blowjob, no use of pronouns, established relationship, road head, a brief bar fight,

summary: in which ryan's hiding something

prompt: piercing / double penetration / voyeurism

kinktober | masterlist

Ryan was tense after the fight at the bar. His knuckles were bloody and when he caught his reflection in the rear view mirror, he knew he needed to ice his eye. His eyebrow was split and the bruising had already spread across his cheek.

You sat quietly in the passenger seat, eyes focused on Ryan. The way his jaw was clenched, the way he tightly gripped the steering wheel. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” 

That was what had started it. A cowboy too green to know better than to hit on a taken woman, especially not one who was wearing her man’s hat. 

Ryan heard you shutting the man down. Saw you pointing towards him, but he was already making his way to you. He knew you could handle yourself, but he didn’t like the way the man continued to linger. How he grabbed your hand and kissed it, refusing to acknowledge his presence as he came up behind him.

“Go get in the truck, darlin’. We’re done,” Ryan said.

You’d started to move but the man grabbed you around the waist. He’d pulled you into his side as he faced Ryan with a cocky smirk.

“Don’t worry, man. I can share,” he said. You’d stomped hard on his foot, crushing his toes. Giving you enough time to get free from his grip before Ryan’s fist was swinging.

“Ryan, let’s go!” You raised your voice to try and get his attention, but the fight was only getting started. 

The man threw a punch of his own, catching Ryan by surprise. His head snapped to the side, eyebrow trickling blood from the open wound. It only spurred him on, both men throwing punches left and right until the man was on the ground and you stepped in front of Ryan. 

“Enough, let’s go.”

“I told you to get in the truck,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bar. 

He’d opened your door, helped you into the truck, and closed the door with a slam that caused you to startle in your seat. Now, you could cut the tension in the cab with a knife. 

You knew he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at the situation. Mad at the other man who didn’t listen to you. Mad he’d been forced to react. 

You reached over and placed your hand on his thigh, a comforting gesture, but that wasn’t your only motivation. You always found it hot when he defended your honour, and tonight was no exception. Tonight, you wanted to thank him with your mouth, rather than your words, and he was in no position to stop you.

You slowly inched your hand higher on his thigh.

“What are you doing?” He asked you, his hand covering yours and stopping it from moving any further.

“Thanking you,” you replied. “Put your hands back on the wheel, cowboy.”

“You don’t have to do that, darlin’,” he said, swallowing thickly as your hand inched higher and palmed him over his jeans. 

“I want to,” you told him, unbuckling your seatbelt and shifting in your seat before reaching for him again. He groaned as you palmed him, clearing his throat as he glanced down at you while you unbuttoned his pants.

“Baby,” he said. “Really, you don’t have to.”

You hummed, fingers toying with the waistband of his boxers. “I know,” you answered simply. “Think you can keep your focus so we don’t end up in a ditch?”

His laugh was strained as your hand wrapped around his hardening length. “Fuck, okay.”

He nodded furiously as you freed him from his constraints, shifting a little in his seat as you gasped. The glint of metal through the tip to the underside of his cock caught your eye.

“How long’ve you had this?” You asked curiously. 

Each time you’d been together, you’d never noticed the piercing. Between the heat of the moment and the condom, you hadn’t even imagined he’d be the kind of guy interested in one. The bar had a slight curve in it, metal balls at each end. You curiously stroked his cock, fingers lightly tracing the piercing.

“In my 20’s. Lost a bet to a few of the ranch hands,” he said breathlessly, glancing down to watch you lick a stripe from his balls to his tip. 

Your tongue teased his tip, delving into his slit and sliding over the metal ball. “I like it,” you replied, earning a groan of approval as you took more of him into your mouth.

You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, guiding you as you took more and slowly dragged your mouth back up. Each time you reached his piercing you traced it with your tongue. His breathing was ragged, soft grunts and moans falling past his lips.

“Take me all the way, darlin’. Know you can do it,” he spoke breathy words of encouragement, voice thick with desire. 

You followed his instruction, taking him further into your mouth until you felt the steel ball hit the back of your throat. You hummed as you pushed yourself to take him deeper, his hand tightening in your hair as he rolled his hips. Your eyes watered and your throat threatened to close, but you hummed again before slowly picking up the pace. Inhaling deep through your nose before taking him all again, finding a comfortable rhythm. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he praised, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Look so pretty with your lips around my cock, hm?”

Pleasure coursed through you at his words, spurred you on. He got more vocal the closer he was to coming undone and you were determined to see it through. Feel him explode in your mouth. 

The truck swerved slightly and you dug your fingers into Ryan’s thigh. You’d sooner stop before he crashed, but the truck steadied and he groaned.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he huffed. “I’m so close.”

You continued working him over, slipping your hand into his pants to cup his balls while taking him deeper into your mouth and swallowing. 

“Christ, you’re tryna kill me.” He groaned as you hummed wickedly, a ‘what are you going to do about it?’ taunt. He gasped as you gave his balls a slight squeeze, rolling them in your hand as he fisted your hair. “I–fuck.”

His balls pulled tight as his cock twitched, his seed coating your tongue as you sucked his tip. He cursed as you toyed with his piercing, tongue flicking against his slit. Your hand stroked his shaft, milking the last of his orgasm as his hips jerked and he hissed. 

“You relaxed enough now, cowboy?” You asked with a smile, wiping some spit and cum from the corner of your mouth with your thumb before sucking on it as you sat back in your seat.

“I’m seeing stars, baby.”

You laughed breathily as you buckled your seatbelt again. “Next time I’m getting on my knees for you.”

[bonmotrunawaydetective]

Juliette walked along the beach, the cool ocean breeze tousling her hair as she stared out at the waves crashing against the shore. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the figure approaching until he was almost upon her.

"Hey," a voice said, drawing her attention.

Startled, Juliette turned to see a young man standing a few feet away. He had an air of confidence about him, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her.

"Hi," she replied, offering a tentative smile.

"I'm Ryan," he said, taking a step closer.

"Juliette," she replied, studying him curiously. There was something familiar about him, though she couldn't quite place it.

"Mind if I join you?" Ryan asked, gesturing to the empty spot beside her on the sand.

Juliette hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure."

They sat in silence for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. But there was an unspoken connection between them, a sense of understanding that transcended words.

Finally, Ryan broke the silence. "You seem like you have a lot on your mind."

Juliette sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, you could say that. Just trying to figure some things out, you know?"

Ryan nodded sympathetically. "I get that. Sometimes it feels like life throws everything at you all at once."

Juliette couldn't help but smile at his words. "Yeah, tell me about it."

They talked for hours, sharing stories and secrets as the sun dipped below the horizon. And in that brief moment in time, Juliette and Ryan found solace in each other's company, two lost souls brought together by chance on a deserted beach.

As they watched the stars appear one by one in the night sky, Juliette couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was something special, something she would never forget. And as she looked at Ryan, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they were meant to find each other in the vastness of the universe.

[countrymusiclover]

Ch 3 - Wasting All These Tears On You

Part 4

Cowgirls Don't Cry

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Ryan’s POV

Ryan was talking to his girlfriend, Laramie as he had been seeing her for a few weeks as he heard her ask about Y/N “oh her, she was a dumb fling. I just used her and got what i wanted from her then i met you honey” He says softly, kissing her cheek gently and lovingly because he was happier with her and loved her more than anything which made him forget about the girl who had been in love with him for a while but he had taken her virginity then he left her after he had done so “She is the foreman’s kid, so that’s why i slept with her. Just so that she would leave me alone, and stop being around me” He says softly, unaware of Y/N listening to the conversation

Ryan kissed Laramie softly, his hand resting on the small of her back because he loved spending time with her and everything else before they started on their work for the day “Love you cowgirl, gonna take you up to the river after we finish doing our daily work. Now go on and get your pretty self up on that horse and head out. I will be there soon enough little darling, love you” He repeated, his hair was tucked under his cowboy hat which was a black stetson that he had bought with his first check from working the ranch

Ryan was mounting his horse, running a hand through his hair as he swung his leg over the saddle as he wasn’t paying attention when he mumbled under his breath “Stupid girl, thinking that she would even have a chance with me. She’s just the foreman’s kid and she was just a quick lay to me.” He says, not knowing that Y/N had been listening since he wasn’t exactly quiet about it as he rode his horse out of the barn quietly as he didn’t even pay attention when he left the barn after he got his horse saddled and the tack put on correctly as he rode over to Laramie and kissed her despite Y/N being there and seeing everything after he had said those things about her without a single ounce of remorse and care in the world as he rode off to the pasture where he was usually working with the other hands. He wasn’t working with Rip because Rip had decided to take a break from work, and spend some time with his family as he sighed softly while he rode the horse at a medium speed and trot.

Y/N’s POV

Standing outside the bunkhouse I started to go inside until I heard Ryan talking with someone. Actually he was doing much more than talking from what I heard. Wrapping my hand around the door knob I opened the door seeing him tangled up in the bed with one of the barrel rodeo girls. "Son of a bitch, Ryan!" I cursed making them both break away.

"Well, well, guess she didn't agree with you, she was just another lay." The girl lying with him scoffed.

Ryan attempted to get his pants that were laying on the ground. Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I felt tears starting to fall down my face. "You are a sick liar…I never should have trusted you."

"Y/n, come on. I didn't mean anything like that." He attempted to explain but I wasn't going to hear it.

"Go to the train station!" Turning on my heels back towards the door more tears were falling down my cheeks at this point. I couldn't believe that I was so stupid to think he cared for me. Grabbing his boots off the floor I chucked them harshly towards his face where he had to duck. Then I slammed the door behind me running up to the main house and into the living room closing the door to cry on the wooden floor.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[rhettabbotts]

handle the heat - ryan (yellowstone)

pairing: ryan (yellowstone) x fem!reader

summary: ryan finds your vibrator and teases you about it. based on this ask i received. tysm for the request <3

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only. use of a vibrator on reader. dirty talk. slight degradation. overstimulation. slight age gap (not mentioned).

Ryan wouldn’t consider himself a particularly nosy person. His curiosity would just get the best of him occasionally.

It would get him in trouble sometimes. He would poke around until he would see or hear things he definitely did not want to hear.

He didn’t mean to snoop around your room, he was just trying to occupy himself while you got the wine glasses. He looked at the pictures you had sitting on your dresser; one of you and your mom when you were a kid, one of you and Teeter from high school, a picture of your childhood dog. Your vanity held all of your makeup products and perfumes.

He sat on the edge of your bed, picking up the picture you had framed on the nightstand. It was from your third date – a blurry picture that you took as you leaned across the console of his truck. You had his cowboy hat on and the cheesiest grin on your face. That was nearly four months ago, which he could hardly believe.

When Teeter told him she had a friend moving to Montana, he groaned. Not another Teeter, someone he could barely understand half the time. But then you walked into the bunkhouse and he swore his heart nearly came out of his throat. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The complete opposite of Teeter. Where she was loud and unapologetic, you were meek and non-confrontational. He never understood how you and Teeter of all people were best friends but when he saw the two of you together, it made perfect sense.

It took a few months of dancing around each other before he finally asked you on a date and the rest is history. It has been the happiest time of his life. You brought out the best in him, you always made him laugh. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear you step into the room.

“Whatcha doing with that, cowboy?” You asked teasingly. Wine bottle in one hand, glasses in the other. He returned the frame to its spot on the table and wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how I’m the luckiest man alive,” Ryan expressed. He made his way over to you, hands settling on your hips. You sat the wine and glasses on the dresser before wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twisting in his curls.

“You’re a sap, Ry. Will you light that candle over there while I pour the wine?”

“Trying to set the mood, huh?” He said, cocking an eyebrow as his lips curved up into a smirk. You rolled your eyes and nudged him away, turning your attention to the drinks. You heard Ryan going through the drawer in your bedside table, searching for the matches most likely before he went quiet.

“They should be in the-” You stopped speaking as you faced him and saw he had your pink bullet vibrator in his hand, an unreadable expression on his face. You felt your entire body flush at the way his dark eyes stared deep into yours.

“What do we have here?” He asked, voice dropping an octave. It had that slight rasp to it that always made your thighs press together involuntarily.

“Ryan… That’s-”

“Oh, I am well aware of what it is, sweetheart.”

The quiet buzzing sound of the vibrator being turned on made your body jolt slightly. Ryan hummed and studied the machine in his hand, playing with the settings and looking up at you when he made it to the highest one. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and he hadn’t even touched you yet, he was still ten feet away from you.

Ryan stalked towards you slowly, testing the waters. Giving you enough time to stop him. But you didn’t. You weren’t going to.

As he stood in front of you, he pressed the vibrator against your collarbone. He slowly dragged it down your arm before going back up again. You weren’t sure if it was the tension in the room or the rapid vibrations, but your whole body was beginning to shake.

“Wanna play a little game?” Ryan asked in a low tone, his breath washing over your heated face.

“What kind of game?”

“Wanna see how long you can last while I’m using this on you.”

Ryan started circling the vibrator around one stiffened nipple, causing you to mewl and grip at his shoulders. Your knees weakened as he continued his ministrations to the other breast.

“Lay back on the bed, baby. Pull that pretty dress up.”

Your feet carried you to the mattress, your mind in a hazy state. Ryan’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze locking onto that spot between your thighs as you did as he instructed. Your underwear already had a wet spot that was noticeable even in the low light of the bedside lamp. His lips twitched into a smug smile.

“Already soaking through your panties. What are we gonna do with you?” His question was slightly condescending. In the months you had been together, you had been learning what each other likes. Turn ons and things you’d never want to try. You had mentioned offhandedly that you wouldn’t mind him to be a little mean, teasing you and using degrading words. And you knew from the way his eyes were squinting slightly, you knew you were in for it.

“You okay with this, honey? If it gets too much, we can stop at any time.”

“M’good, Ry. Really good.”

He braced one knee on the bed to lean over you, lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. His tongue teased at your bottom lip, but pulled away before you got the chance to deepen it. He pressed firm against your sternum until your back was flush with the bed.

Ryan turned the vibrator back on, this time with the lowest setting. He repeated his actions from before, starting at your jaw and working his way down to your breasts. He didn’t spend as much time there before he continued down the length of your body.

He teased along the insides of your thighs, biting his lip as that wet patch grew with every passing second. Your legs shook, whimpering and pleading for him to touch you where you needed him most.

“I bet you use this all the time, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.”

He pressed the tip right against your swollen clit through the cotton of your underwear, turning it up a couple of notches and relishing in the way your back bowed and your knuckles turned white against the comforter.

“Ryan- oh god, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” Your hips bucked into the sensation, searching for that friction you so desperately needed. He wasn’t having that. He turned the vibrator off and gripped your cheeks firmly before you could protest.

“You’ll take what I give you, understand?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good little slut.”

Ryan patted your cheek lightly before returning the vibrator to your clothed pussy. You bit your lip to stay quiet, to suppress your pleas. He moved it between your lips gently, barely applying any pressure. He turned it up again before prodding at your dripping hole through your panties. It makes your eyes roll back and a guttural moan escape your throat.

“I bet you wanted me to find this, didn’t you? You weren’t really hiding it. Listen to you whine so prettily. Can I take your panties off, baby?”

You nodded eagerly, raising your hips in anticipation. He pulled them down slowly and you felt a flush run over you at the way they stuck to your cunt.

Ryan groaned at the sight of your glistening heat. He spread your thighs impossibly wide, opening you up for him.

“So pretty… and so, so wet.”

“Ry- sir, please.” You pleaded, voice nearly unrecognizable to your own ears.

“Shh, honey. I’ll take care of you.”

He turned the vibrator on to the highest setting once more and pushed it inside you without preamble. Your hand shot down between your legs to grip his wrist, your head thrown back in blinding pleasure.

You let out a shriek of what you only assumed was his name. You weren’t sure what you were babbling at the moment. He alternated between the speed of his thrusts and the speed of the vibrator, keeping you right on the edge. His graying curls fell out of place and onto his forehead, his once bright blue eyes impossibly dark as he watched the way you clenched around the toy.

“Sir, I’m- oh fuck- I’m so- I-“ you whined pathetically.

“Yeah, you gonna cum? Do it. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

It overcomes you in an intense way. Galaxies explode behind your eyelids, you feel like you’re floating and drowning simultaneously. You can’t stop your whole body from trembling as Ryan slows his movements. A satiated feeling washes over you and you’re trying to control your breathing as you come down from your high.

Ryan presses a soft kiss to your burning cheek, gently massaging your hips as your body jerks involuntarily.

“So good for me. You okay? Was that too much?” His voice was laced with slight concern at your silence.

“That was- Ryan, that was- I don’t even have the words. You’re so fucking hot, oh my god.”

Your fingers tangled in his curls as you pulled him into you, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his scent. He pulled your dress down to cover you, a sweet gesture compared to what he just did to you.

“I really didn’t mean to find it. You gotta put those matches somewhere else.”

You laughed at his statement, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I’ll remember that next time,” you said as you moved him to mold your lips to his in a passionate kiss.