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[cilliansmesoftly]

next contestant

joel miller x fem!reader

summary — when your boyfriend, joel, catches a guy with his hands on you, things get messy, and then they get more messy.

warnings — harassment, drinking, joel breaks someone’s nose, smut, p in v, spitting, claiming, creampie, body worship, joel is mid-30s, reader is early 20s

note — no one can convince me that pre-outbreak joel didn’t listen to nickelback

⋆｡˚. ੈ joel sat with his back resting against the bar, his stool swiveled at an awkward angle so he could keep his eye on you. you begged and pleaded for him to come out with you on a warm, texan, friday night and he reluctantly agreed. just for the sake of seeing his woman happy.

he had only one rule for the night: he would not dance.

you had only one rule for the night: he would not fight.

and joel was set on keeping his promise, he wouldn’t fight, if not provoked, of course.

it was nearing midnight when a younger college guy starting inching toward you, not touching, but close enough to piss joel off. he scooted forward on his barstool, his whiskey on the rocks sweating in his hand. no fights, no fights.

your words repeated like a mantra in his head, but it was hard to listen to over the sound of his conscious telling him to beat the guy into the ground.

but he wouldn’t.

unless he touched you.

and that’s exactly what his eyes just saw. the douchebag college boy eased up against your backside, his hands (that have never seen a day of work) grazed the back of your jeans right where the left pocket was. joel watched as you turned around with a warning raise of your brow. you told him something that joel couldn’t quite make out, but the younger guy simply shook his head and tried to pull you toward him.

all it took was one look from you in his direction for joel to firmly set his glass down on the bar top and slide easily off the barstool. his steps were long and loud as he approached, coming up behind the boy and grabbing the back of his shirt to turn him around.

“got a problem, old man?” the college boy, who smelled strongly of cheap beer and axe body spray, scoffed.

“only problem here is you.” he said calmly, but his eyes were lit like a fire inside. his gaze kept sweeping to you, to make sure you were okay. your arms were crossed, but your brows were scrunched in that same way they always did when joel found trouble. “that’s my woman you’re bothering.”

“pft.” college boy tried to turn around to look at you, but joel pulled him forward again.

“you don’t look at her, you look at me.”

“and what’re you gonna do, dad? you gonna ground me? i don’t need this shit.” he shrugged joel off and stepped back before swinging his fist in the direction of joel.

“joel!” you warned, but he had already taken care of it with a swift dodge to the left and a right hook in retaliation to college boy’s nose, which made a gruesome crack and started pouring blood immediately.

“you may wanna go get that checked out, pretty boy.” joel spat, his knuckles already turning dark red and bloody around the skin. the crowd on the dance floor hovered around the boy, trying to help him clean up his mess while he whined. “let’s go.”

you nodded quickly and stepped over college boy, grabbing joel’s hand and leaving the crowded bar.

joel opened the passenger door of his old chevy for you, but didn’t say a word. neither of you did. the ride back was quiet and entirely too long. you only spoke when the house hidden by the countryside peeked into view.

“i’m not mad at you.” you said gently, as if afraid of what he would say back.

joel just sighed, his fist gripping the steering wheel even tighter. an older randy travis song was playing on the crackly radio as you looked at his bruised and bloody hand laying in his lap.

“you did what i would’ve asked for. you know that guy wouldn’t go down with a fi-”

“i broke my promise.” his stern voice interrupted you. he looked to the left, noticing that the corn field had grown since the last rain. “i don’t like doing that.”

“joel,” you turned entirely in your seat, grabbing his hand from his lap gently and bringing his bloody knuckles to your lips. “it’s okay.”

he just shook his head as he pulled up the gravel drive. he pushed the gear into park, opened the door, and walked around to your side to open yours, being the gentleman he was supposed to be, even in his tough moments. you took the hand he offered to you and stepped out of the vehicle.

“you hungry?” he tried to change the subject.

“i could eat.” you kept a firm grip on his hand and leaned your head against his shoulder.

—

he drew you a bath, bubbles and candles fixed to your exact liking. and you knew exactly what he was doing as you were soaking. you could picture it. his reading glasses perched on his nose, his head deep in some sort of horror book. your hands started trailing down your body before you could even think.

manicured nails swirled around the wet skin of your breasts, circling the nub. you bit your lip to contain the sounds you wanted to make. your mind showed flashes of joel’s forearms flexing as he turned the page of his book, of his fingers pushing his little glasses up the bridge of his nose, his sweatpants that hugged his lower half just right.

as the thoughts went on, your fingers trailed lower, and lower, and lower. your index finger found your clit and circled the sensitive bud slowly. as hard as you tried to fight it, the smallest moan left your lips. you stopped.

you heard the book close, the springs of the bed groaning as joel got up, and the footsteps of his bare feet hitting the wood floors as he walked into the bathroom.

“whatcha doing?” he leaned against the doorframe. his arms crossed over his bare chest making his shoulders look even broader. you could make out the faint line of his cock in his pants, you swallowed the saliva that had built up in your mouth.

“nothing.” you smiled innocently, your hands now playing with the suds still left in the bath.

“didn’t sound like nothing.” he stalked forward, dropping to his knees in front of the tub. his elbows were rested on the edge and he laid his head down on his arms, not daring to look away from you.

“what did it sound like?” you fought hard not to fall into his trap, but with the way he was looking at you, like you held the world in your eyes, your body was betraying your mind.

“sounded like you were touching what’s mine.” his gaze turned firm as he just stared. you couldn’t find the words, so you didn’t say any. you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. as he leaned into you, your other hand found the hem of his sweatpants, trying your best to pull them down. “let me, darlin’.”

you had no shame in the way you were watching him. he made a show of slowly pulling his pants down, his cock springing up and hitting his belly. you whined under your breath, biting your lip suppress the eagerness you felt.

“lean up, baby.” you scooted foward in the tub, making just enough room for him to slide in behind you. the water sloshed as he stepped in and you leaned your head back against his chest, sighing in complete content. “i’m sorry.” joel kissed your temple, his left hand tracing circles into your skin, right above your navel.

“for what?” your voice was barely above a whisper, your heartbeat was way too fast, and your poor clit was pulsing with need.

“for breaking my promise.” his hand trailed lower, your breath caught in your throat. “i wanna make it up to you.” his index and middle finger found your clit and rubbed tight, slow circles.

“you- you don’t have to m-make it up to me.” your head dropped lower on his chest, your legs involuntarily spreading wider for him. “i already to-told you i'm not mad.”

“but i’m mad.” he said into your ear, kissing the skin under your lobe sweetly. “i’m mad i let it get that far with you in the first place. should’ve got down there when he walked up to you and got too close to my girl.” his fingers circled faster, your breathing in time with his pace. his thumb took the place of toying with your clit while his middle finger prodded your entrance. “so, i’m sorry.”

you turned around in his hold, your legs straddled his thighs. you could feel his cock twitch at the sudden touch. your skin was on fire. “joel, shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

as soon as he heard the words, his hand cupped the back of your neck and brought your lips down to his. his hands trailed down your back, around your waist and hoisted you with him as he stood from the tub. being as careful as he could, he stepped out and carried you to the bedroom, where he stood you up in front of the bed.

joel dropped to his knees before you and you had to stifle the whimper that threaten to climb out of your throat at the sight.

“would you ever let a guy like that see this perfect pussy? hm, baby?” joel looked up at you through his lashes, his curls wild and hanging on his forehead.

“no, joel. only you.” you brushed the curls back with your fingers, beckoning him closer to where you needed him most.

“say it again, darlin’.” his breath was fanning your center, every word inching closer to your needy pussy. “only i’m allowed to see this body. this perfect,” a kiss to your belly. “beautiful.” a kiss to your thigh. “amazing body.” he hand pushed your thigh firm enough to spread you wider for him, his lips connecting with your clit as he sucked and licked. he pushed your tummy so you would fall back onto the mattress.

“i’m all yours, joel.” your head hit the duvet that had been folded back when joel got up. he crawled closer to you, he licked, sucked, & nipped like he was a starving man. your lips were swollen from how hard you had been biting them, a faint taste of iron on your tongue. joel’s forearm laid firm on your belly to keep you from writhing. every turn of his head, his nose would brush your clit and your mind would swirl and race. “joel, please.”

“please, what?” he mumbled into your core, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through your body as you teetered closer to the brink.

“gonna cum.” your ankles were locked behind joel’s neck. to keep him from leaving or bring him closer, you didn’t know. but what you did know was that joel was not getting up from his knees until you came all over his mouth. he shook his head wildly against you, his nose, his fingers, his mouth all doing wonders to your body. the coil in your stomach snapped tightly when he bit gently at your clit, your body folding in on itself as you approached your orgasm. even then, he didn’t stop.

“gonna milk you for all you got.” he lapped up your wetness, his mustache and beard were well covered in your orgasm. your legs twitched and shook as his swirled his tongue around your over sensitive bud.

“joel.” you warned, but this is what he wanted. your stomach fluttered and your core tightened as you came again. joel’s open mouth swallowed everything you had given, and he lapped up what he missed.

“such a good fucking girl.” he pinched your clit teasingly. he stood up from his place on the floor before you. “could he ever make you come like that?”

“never.” you shook your head. your face was flushed and your chest was heaving, but you’d die if he didn’t fuck you.

“i’ll watch him leave limping next time.” he leaned over you, his lips so close you could feel his words against your own mouth. “open.”

you didn’t argue, your mouth opened in submission as joel spit a string of saliva between your lips. you gauged his reaction as you swallowed, tasting yourself.

“my girl.” his hand brushed the hair that had stuck to your forehead away from your eyes.

“i love you.” you whispered. joel’s head dropped to your chest, kissing the skin of your breast sweetly.

“i love you more, angel.” he caught your gaze and slowly dragged his cock up and down through your folds. “don't look away from me.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” he smiled. your brows scrunched as he pushed all of himself into you, the stretch was always so sickly sweet and you both sighed as he bottomed out.

“this perfect pussy.” he dropped his head back down to your chest, sucking your nipples into his mouth, swirling the bud around his tongue. “you were made for me.”

his words were enough to make you cum on his cock right then, but you wanted to be good for him. his thrusts were slow, but hard. each one had your body pushed closer to the edge of the bed.

“she’s taking me so good.” his lips left bruises all over your chest, claiming you as his. “all mine. no one’s ever gonna have this pussy again. y’hear me?”

“yes, god.” your fingers found solace in his curls, pulling the root when he hit that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. he groaned against your skin, thrusting deeping, faster. “right there. don’t stop, joel.”

“i’d rather die than stop, sweetheart.”

you kissed the top of his head, your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer to you.

“baby..” he warned.

“i know, me too.” his rough hands dug into your thigh, pulling you to meet his every thrust. “cum for me, please, joel.”

“hold it.” he said through gritted teeth. the only sound in the room was the sound of skin meeting and both of your heavy breaths and dirty talk. the bed was creaking with every movement and you wondered how it hadn’t break yet.

“c-can’t.” you could barely keep your eyes open, but you wanted to see joel’s every move. your thighs were clenching around his hips so tight that he could barely pull out.

“where do you want it?” his eyes found yours. his pupils were blown, his face was red, lips swollen.

“inside, please, please.” joel whimpered at the sound of your broken voice begging. his thrusts were sporadic now. uneven, but still a pace that had your core clenching his cock even tighter.

joel groaned, the sound deep in the back of his throat. with one more rough thrust, your legs were shaking around him and he had to hold your thighs apart to keep you from cutting off his circulation. you felt his cum shoot in hot spurts, filling you to the brim.

“sweet pussy,” he praised, pulling out to watch as his seed seeped out of your hole which was clenching around nothing. he gathered his cum with the tip of his cock, fucking it back into you. “taking my cum so good, fucking perfect.”

you lean up, catching his lips in a searing kiss, teeth hitting and tongues meeting, but so perfectly puzzled together.

“you forgive me?” joel mumbled against your lips, his body still flush against your own.

“i forgave you as soon as that prick’s nose started bleeding.” you smiled up at him. joel just shook his head and kissed you again.

“bring on the next contestant.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

pick up the phone

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: someone won’t stop calling after you and rafe left a house party together

warnings: smut, cursing, super short

“if that phone rings one more time, i’m gonna lose it.” rafe mumbled from between your legs. his lips and chin were dripping with your wetness as you writhed beneath the heavy arm laid over your stomach.

“i-it’s fucking topper.” you sputtered between moans. rafe groaned into you, his grip on your thigh getting tighter.

you and topper had broken up months ago, but the dude would not leave you alone. whenever you tried blocking his number, he would threaten you. so all of the hours in your day were spent ignoring texts and dodging calls.

“he can’t have you.” rafe was looking up at you through hooded lids. he was drunk off the taste of you, high off of your touch. “say it.”

“he can’t have me.” your eyes closed in pleasure as rafe’s tongue worked on your clit, circling and sucking while his fingers scissored in and out of you. you were begging for more, he could sense it, but he wasn’t going to give it to you yet.

“only me.” he kissed the inside of your thigh, a stark contrast to his rough grip and fast pace.

“only you, rafe.” your knuckles were white from how hard you were holding onto the bedsheets. you were so close. there were tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you were nearing the peak of this pleasure.

ring, ring, ring.

topper’s contact showed up on your phone for the sixth time in the pass hour.

“god, fucking-” the hand that was holding you down onto the bed reached for your phone, the other hand still working inside of you. rafe brought his thumb to your clit. eyes scrunched, lips swollen, your hips raised off the bed. “hey, man, she’s busy.”

the noises you were making could surely be heard through the speaker as rafe dropped the phone back onto the bed, without hanging up.

“cmon, baby. give it to me.” rafe leaned back down to your core, tongue working alongside his fingers.

“oh, my-” your voice was caught in your throat as you came, arching off the bed as rafe’s name left your lips in a suppressed moan. you could hear topper through the speaker of your phone, cursing and yelling to anyone who would listen.

you reached over and hit the ‘end call’ button.

“think he’ll leave me alone now?” you asked rafe, who was still trying to let you ride out your high. your cheeks were flushed with a pinky hue and your eyes were sparkling under the dim glow of the lamp beside the bed.

“i won’t tell you what’ll happen if he doesn’t.” rafe leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. you wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“need you.” you whispered against his lips. rafe laid his forehead against yours, you could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

“let me show you what you were missing out on while you were with him.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

chase it

pairing: tyler owens x fem!reader

summary: tyler has been harboring a severe crush on the team’s new meteorologist, but he’s scared she’s smart enough to reject him.. why can’t he follow his own mantra?

warning: best friends to lovers, love confession, angst, kissing, one bed trope, virginity lost, steamy smut!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she haunted his dreams, she plagued every thought running through his head. all the meaningless hookups he’s had could never compare to you, and he hadn’t even had you yet. he hasn’t had a kiss, hell, he hasn’t gotten more than a proud pat on the back from you. so why couldn’t he escape the hold you, unknowingly, had on him?

his entire brand was based on chasing fears. to not let it hold you back from the things you want most. tyler had you in some ways, at least. he had you as a best friend, his most trustworthy companion. the two of you got along so well, was it worth ruining?

he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. he’d much rather have a tornado pick him up and throw him into the sky than risk you not being in his life. you were too important to the team, to the cause, and to him. you got offered the opportunity to prove your meteorology skills on the field rather than behind a computer, and you couldn’t pass it up. you risked your career for this, and tyler would be damned to be the one to take that from you just because of a silly, gut-wrenchingly painful crush.

the team was at a local motel in oklahoma after a long day of chasing. dozens of other teams were in the parking lot, tailgating. tyler could hear the strum of guitars, singing, and laughter outside the window of his room. it was small, it had a strange smell that he didn’t want to know the source of. his eyes were fixed onto the box tv sitting on the dresser before a knock was heard at the door.

tyler sighed before getting up, his legs and back sore from how hard he had rode the truck today. the poor red dodge was battered and beaten from debris and tyler’s body was slammed around in his seat, but god, he loved it. he loved the chase, the adrenaline, the thrill. he could do it all day everyday without so much as a thought of fear. however, his breath hitched in his throat when he opened the door to reveal you in all of your gorgeous glory.

“hey.” you sighed out with a small smile. tyler cleared his throat and opened the door wider to let you in from the cool springtime breeze. “the motel doesn’t have anymore rooms. i’ve talked to every employee and every manager i could find.”

“just stay with me.” he spit out fast and without thinking. you’re best friends, you love each other. what could go wrong with sharing a bed for one night?

“oh, thank you.” you sighed in relief and wrapped your arms around him, ty took a step back from the impact, but quickly recovered and took in as much of your touch as you would give to him. “you mind if i shower real quick?”

“no, go ahead. you got clothes?” he asked once she stepped out of the embrace. he would kill someone to see her in one of his shirts. he imagined it baggy on her frame, her legs out on display and barely anything underneath the fabric. he imagined himself running his fingers down the smooth, soft skin of your thigh as you cuddled into him.

“did you hear me?” you snapped yours fingers in front of his eyes with a smile etched onto your face. he shook his head to clear the thoughts and raised his eyebrows, silently telling you he did, in fact, not hear what she said. “i asked if i could borrow one of your shirts, if you don’t mind.”

“i don’t mind at all.” he said, walking around the bed to his duffel bag. he pulled out one of his favorite shirts, it was worn and comfortable, and he tossed it to you. you caught it with feeble hands, giving him a death stare. he knew you were clumsy and he used it to tease you any chance he could. he chuckled at you, watching as you just shook your head and walked into the small bathroom.

if his thoughts were running before you got here, now they were sprinting a full on triathlon. racing and branching off into a million different scenarios for how this night would go. maybe it wouldn’t go anywhere. maybe he’d put out the fire that was burning him alive, eating him up with desire. but maybe it would turn into something more. maybe he’d chase his feelings, maybe he’d ride this fear and turn it into everything he’s wanted since he met you.

if you feel it, chase it.

he repeated his tagline more than a hundred times in his mind. telling himself over and over and over. and in the middle of telling himself one last time, you stepped out of the bathroom and his breath was stolen from his lungs. your hair was wet and it was dripping onto his shirt that fit you so well. it suited you, wearing his clothes. it felt good, it felt normal.

“i feel so much better.” you smiled, climbing into bed. tyler was sat on the chair in the corner of the room and you frowned at how far away he was. “you coming to bed?”

tyler nodded and stood up, he pulled his shirt over his head and you swallowed. his abs were carved and chiseled, a deep v-line at the end of them, just above his belt and leading into his blue jeans. you had to stop yourself from staring before he caught you. he sat on the edge of the bed, his back facing you, as he pulled off his boots. you almost reached out to graze your fingers over the tanned skin of his back, but you caught yourself. you can’t fall for the face of your team, you told yourself. even if, at night when you were all alone, you imagined the two of you together. you thought about living together, chasing storms for a living and making the most out of chasing your fears, making the most out of life.

you thoughts were interrupted as tyler started to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down. you smiled when he caught you looking, so you tucked your face into the pillow on his side of the bed so he could undress.

“you can watch, darlin. you know i don’t mind.” you could hear the smirk in his voice and you shook your head against the soft pillow with a giggle.

“shut up.” your voice was muffled by the pillow, making tyler laugh under his breath. he pulled a pair of grey sweatpants out of his bag and slipped them on, collapsing on top of you on the bed. you groaned under his weight, trying to toss him off, but he wouldn’t budge. “ty, i can’t breathe.” you laughed out. he only snuck his hands around your waist, tickling your sides. you shrieked, your knees trying their best to buck tyler off of you. your laugh was music to his ears and his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. he braced his legs to straddle you, so you couldn’t escape his unrelenting hands. you were wheezing, trying to toss and turn away from him.

tyler suddenly stopped and as you were trying to catch your breath, his lips met yours in a soft, but quick kiss. your eyes shot open and you gently pushed him off of you. tyler sighed, opening his mouth to apologize, but you cut him off.

“i can’t do this, ty.” the nickname falling from your lips made tyler feel like a child getting scolded for coloring on the walls.

“why not?” his voice was pleading, his eyebrows were pinched, making a cute little wrinkle appear on his forehead. you sighed, bringing your knees to your chest.

“because you’re my boss. you’re the leader of our team. i don’t want to jeopardize our relationship.” you shook your head. your brain was thinking clearly, logically. but your heart, on the other hand, was screaming at the top of its lungs, trying to get you to confess how you feel, how all you’ve ever wanted in life was someone like tyler. someone who makes you feel safe, secure. someone who would push you to live life to the absolute fullest, never letting fear take the wheel.

“we wouldn’t jeopardize it, y/n. i-i like the shit out of you, baby.” he dropped his head onto the bed in slight defeat before looking back up at you. “we can make it work.” his heart was pounding out of his chest, he was begging you to let this happen. he couldn’t face you if you didn’t.

“i-” you sighed, shoving your face into your hands. in and out, you breathed. thinking of every possible outcome that this could bring. “what about all of your other girls? the ones you take up to your room at night and never speak to again? are you gonna do that to me?”

“y/n, i would never to that to you.” he said lowly, taking your hands away from your face. your eyes were slightly watery and red-rimmed. his heart broke at the sight and vowed in his mind to never be the one to make you look like this again.

“how do i know that? you’re tyler owens. tornado wrangler, and known lady killer. how can i be sure that you won’t leave me for someone better?” you asked. you were honest in your questions, voicing every doubt you had, though there were only a few.

“there is no one better. there is no one that knows me better than you, y/n. no one who makes me laugh more, no one who makes me smile more, no one who can ground me like you, even in the face of a disaster.” he climbed to your side, taking your face in his hands to make you look at him. a slight tear fell down your cheek and tyler thumbed it away. you sighed, looking down while shaking your head.

“what if this isn’t a good idea?” you asked, your voice small and full of trepidation. he scoffed and pulled you closer, practically sitting in his lap now.

“i haven’t had an idea this good in a long time. you can vouch for that. most of the choices in my life aren’t very smart, but this one?” he tilted his head to meet your gaze. “i’ve had to build up so much courage and strength to even hint that i wanted this. i was scared.”

“you? scared?” you scoffed. “what’s all that talk about riding your fears then?”

“i guess i felt it… just took me a while to realize if i didn’t chase it, it’d slip from my fingers.” he kissed the top of your head and you leaned up to capture his lips. it was slow, gentle, telling him everything he needed to know about how you felt. you wanted this.

“you know, you took my breath away when i first met the team.” you said against his lips, and he groaned, leaning his forehead onto yours.

“all these months we’ve wasted, we could’ve had each other on the first day. i thought my legs were gonna give out when we picked you up at the airport. you were the most beautiful thing i had ever laid eyes on, baby.” his words made your heart ache, no one had ever said anything so sweet to you before and you knew were in good hands.

“no day with you is wasted.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him down to kiss you. you swiped your tongue on his bottom lip, begging to explore him. he didn’t even think before opening his mouth wider and intertwining his tongue with yours, massaging all around. he groaned into the kiss like this is all he’s ever wanted, which is true. his hands found your waist and pulled you under him. one of his knees were between your legs and the other was braces beside your right leg. he brought his knee up higher, allowing you to grind down on the soft fabric of his sweatpants. your mind was racing again, trying to find the right time to tell tyler. as if he could sense your thoughts, he pulled back slightly, panting.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he hand came up to caress your cheek and you leaned into his touch before hiding into his forearm. “what is it?”

“i’ve- i’ve never…" you trailed off with a frustrated huff. tyler didn’t catch your drift, looking at you with confusion, but also patience and admiration. “i’ve never done this before, ty.”

“oh,” he replied, and you sighed into his skin. “we can wait.”

“what?” you looked back at him, your brows furrowed slightly.

“if you want to wait, that’s okay. we don’t need to rush.” he said gently.

you thought for a moment. you trusted tyler with every bone and fiber of your being. there was no one else you thought would be more careful and gentle than him.

“can you teach me?” you looked at him with hopeful eyes and tyler had to hold back from bucking into you at your innocent expression. so cute, so sweet.

“yes, baby.” he sounded so sincere, proudly honoring the fact that he would be the first you trusted enough to guide you through this. “as much as i love how you look in my shirt, can i take it off?”

you nodded, but he tsked with a shake of his head.

“gonna need your words, sweetheart.”

“yes.” you breathed out, your body tingling in arousal and slight anxiety.

“relax.” he said into your ear before kissing your cheek. his fingers grazed your sides where his shirt had rode up on you, he slowly slid it up your body and over your head, tossing it onto the motel room floor. “i got you, okay?”

“okay.” you nodded.

“you’re breathtaking.” he whispered, leaning back to take you in. the valley between your breasts was beckoning him to kiss the skin, to mark his way all the way down the length of your body and all the way back up. “never seen anything so pretty.”

you blushed at his words, covering your face with your hands, but tyler whined and brought them back down.

“don’t hide from me, darlin.” he toyed with the hem of your panties. a simple cotton pair that had lace trim at the top, he looked up at you for approval before sliding them down your legs and into the pocket of his sweats. his body shivered at the sight of your perfect center, glistening in arousal. he brought his index finger up to gather some of the slick and spread it around your core, unabashedly licking the rest off his digit.

you moaned as he kissed your clit, swollen and pleading for attention. tyler cooed as you writhed underneath him. “gotta be still, honey.”

“can’t.” you breathed out, feeling his breath hovering right over you was torture. tyler laid his forearm over your belly, a firm pressure to keep you from moving. his mouth was all over you, sucking your clit, kissing the inside of your thighs. you were a whining, moaning mess. as you leaned up a bit to watch him, you caught him rocking his hips into the mattress. a filthy, heavenly sight that had you falling back with a cry of pleasure. he was getting himself off on eating you out and you couldn’t take it anymore. “ty, i’m close.”

“hold it, darlin’.” he ordered, prodding his fingers against your hole. “gotta get you ready for my cock, doll.”

you could’ve sworn you saw stars in your vision. the stretch was beautifully painful and your hands white-knuckled the sheets at the sensation. tyler was still working your clit and it took every ounce of strength you had not to come. he slowly let you get used to the feeling then added a second finger and you hissed, trying to pull back. “she’s a tight little thing,” tyler looked up at you. “not sure if i’ll fit in there.”

you gasped as he started to rut his digits into you, scissoring and stretching your walls to get you better fit for taking his cock.

“ty,” you breathed his name, already working up to your orgasm again. you were drunk off of his touch. it only got harder to hold off your climax as tyler brought your legs to sit over his shoulders, completely drowning himself in your slick. his eyes were closed, looking like the face of a man who hadn’t eaten in days. with a few more thrusts of his fingers and his lips working wonders on your clit, your walls clenched around him and your back arched off the bed. tyler groaned into you as you came, bringing you impossibly closer to his face. he worked you through your orgasm, licking up your slick and making he sure he got every last bit, almost too precious to waste.

“you taste like fucking candy.” he muttered, crawling up your body to plant a messy kiss to your lips. you could taste yourself on his lips and you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip before indulging in him. everything about tyler, you loved. you loved how the stubble of his cheeks felt against your chin and cheeks. you loved the way you could feel his cock against your tummy in his sweatpants.

“take them off.” you said against his lips, woozy from your orgasm and only driven by pure lust. your heels pushed back on the hem of his sweats and tyler laughed at your impatience.

he made a show of undressing. teasingly climbing off your body and tugging the material down his legs before stepping out of them. your mouth watered at the sight of him through his boxers, looking painfully hard. he smirked as he watched how your face dropped when he finally slipped off his underwear. you recovered quickly, sitting up on your elbows to beckon him to you.

he leaned down, kissing your ankles and dragging his tongue all the way to your belly before pressing a kiss there too, he made his way all the way to the valley of your breasts. his lips and tongue sucking marks onto your skin and his hands caressing your breasts.

“you’re such a tease.” you whined collapsing back onto the pillow in frustration. tyler laughed, laying his head down on your chest.

“i’m just enjoying this.” you raked your hands through his sandy blonde hair, relishing in the way he gazed so deeply at you. “need to cherish this.”

“if you don’t fuck me in the next two seconds i’ll call boone to come do it.” you said it with a straight face, fighting the sides of your mouth to not quirk up.

“don’t say that ever again.” he rumbled seriously, his big hands spreading your legs wider for him. “this is mine.”

“prove it.” you challenged. your dominance wavered as ty let the tip of his cock gather your arousal, hitting your clit as he rocked against you. he bent down to kiss you, trying to distract you from the stretch as he slowly pushed into your heat. “oh, dear god.”

“you got it, baby.” he pushed back the hair on your forehead, kissing your cheek sweetly. your hands found solace in his hair again, pulling at the root when he bottomed out. tyler groaned at the pain, already holding back from his own peak. “you feel so good.”

“y-you can move.” you encouraged, panting as if you were running a marathon. tyler slowly pulled out and pushed in, cherishing the sweet little sounds you let out before rocking into your hips faster.

the sounds of your wetness, the joint moans and groans coming from both of you, skin hitting skin, it all had your head feeling dizzy. you were so high on the moment. the adrenaline was coursing through your veins, you wished this could happen every night after a day of chasing.

“you’re doing so good, angel.” tyler’s voice broke you out of your thoughts and you cupped his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back. the new angle forced him even further into you. tyler nipped at your bottom lip, his hips moving to the rhythm of their own song. “i’m getting close.”

“turn me around.” you gasped against his lips. tyler didn’t think twice before pulling out and turning you, hoisting you up so you were on your hands and knees for him. he marveled at the sight, slipping back into you easily. you both moaned at the feeling. ty was hitting your spot with every thrust and you had to muffle your loud noises with the pillow under your head.

“you’re all mine.” he growled into your ear, his hand gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. his left hand reached around your body to circle your clit and you had to fight the urge to collapse back onto the bed. your bodies had a slight sheen of sweat to them and the room started to feel stuffy and hot. “say it.”

“i’m yours.” you mumbled.

“look at you, cock drunk.” he teased, your walls were clenching him with every thrust and he was losing his pacing. you felt so good, better than he imagined. “you wanna ride me?”

you didn’t have to say anything, you felt him pull out and suddenly you were on his lap, rubbing his cock through your folds, your head thrown back in bliss. tyler could come right then. to know he was the one making you feel like this while looking like that. you looked like an angel had just fell down from heaven and landed in his lap. you lined him up with your entrance, the two of you watching as his cock disappeared inside of you. you started to bouncing on your feet, the spongy spot inside of you getting abused with every movement you made. your knees were buckling from the pleasure and tyler caught on, matching his thrusts with your movements. his hand was rubbing up and down your back, the intimacy of it all made your heart ache.

“i love you.” your lips spewed the words faster than you could think. tyler flipped the two of you back over, kissing your lips before leaning back. his rough hands, calloused from work, dragged up your thighs, to your calves bringing them up to rest on his shoulders, he hugged your legs so that his face was all cute and smushed between them. his hips never wavered and you were so, so close to your peak.

“i’ve always loved you.” you came just as soon as the words left his lips and he was right behind you. his cock twitched as he emptied everything he had inside of you, your legs fell off his shoulders and he collapsed onto you.

the next few minutes were spent catching your breath, fingers tracing skin, and sweet kisses.

“i’ll be right back.” tyler whispered against your lips, getting up and going into the bathroom. you cuddled against the duvet and watched him in awe. he came back with a wet rag, and he carefully spread your legs to clean up the mess you two had made. you hissed at the overstimulation and he kissed the inside of your thigh in apology. he threw the rag into the bathroom without even looking to see where it went and cuddled back in bed with you.

“i meant what i said.” you said quietly, you cheek pressed into his warm chest. “i love you, ty.”

“i meant it, too. ever since i first saw you, i knew it.” tyler’s fingers traced the skin of your back, drawing unknown shapes. “i’ve always loved you.”

“how in the hell are we gonna explain this to the team”? you shook your head against him. you could only imagine the looks on their faces when the two of you walk out of your room in the morning. the once best friends turned to lovers overnight.

“i’m pretty sure they all know.” he laughed under his breath. “i overheard boone and lily making a bet about when we would get together.”

“that’s what they were talking about?” your head shot up in shock and tyler smiled at the expression on your face. “well, lily knew i had a crush on you, like, months ago.”

“yeah?” he asked. “i told boone about mine, too.”

“i wonder who won the bet.” you giggled into his chest.

the room fell into a comfortable silence, you and tyler just enjoying each others presence before sleep finally took over you. tyler fell asleep soon after, your bodies intertwined and hands laced together.

the morning after, you and tyler got a text from boone about a huge cell forming a few miles from where you were. scrambling to get ready, the both of you walked out of the motel room to greet the team who all looked at each other with knowing smiles.

“don’t say anything.” you scowled at the team, who all shrugged like they didn’t know what happened. tyler smiled, his arm wrapping around you and slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jeans.

“sorry about the room thing, y/n.” boone apologized to you, but your brows furrowed.

“how did you know about that? you were asleep.” boone smiled and took a few steps back.

“i might’ve slipped the manager fifty dollars to tell you there weren’t any rooms so that you and ty would hookup.” he said sheepishly, his feet turned to be ready to run at any time. lily shot up from her seat on the tailgate of the truck.

“what?!” she shrieked. “you cheated, asshole!”

“you owe me some money, lil.” boone stuck his tongue out, but sprinted away as lily started running after him.

“welp,” tyler watched as his team went into full defense mood, trying to get each member on either boone’s side of logic or lily’s. “think the tornado will wait on them to stop fighting?”

“fat chance.” you leaned against his chest, looking up at him. tyler looked down and his heart melted at the sight of you. finally his girl is in his arms. he could swoon. “i think we owe boone a thank you.”

“how long do you think they’ll fight?” he didn’t even look over the bickering friends. his eyes were solely focused on you. “can i sneak you back into the room for a few minutes?”

you thought for a moment, watching boone and lily cuss each other like siblings before looking up at tyler. “yes sir.”

the two of you ran off, back to solace of the room, tornados to be wrangled, but you couldn’t care less. if you feel it, chase it.

[cilliansmesoftly]

talk too much

pairing: glen powell x fem!reader

summary: you’re glen’s makeup artist for twisters and he won’t stop talking

warning: based on that one tiktok of glen getting his makeup done for hit man and his mouth is nonstop moving, kissing, glen being a professional yapper

ੈ✩‧₊˚ working with glen was seriously a dream. he was kind, smart, funny, hard-working. he was everything a man should be and you loved being his makeup artist.

the only downside was his lack of understanding when to shut the hell up.

you loved his stories, you loved hearing about his life, but when you’re trying to perfect his skin prep and makeup, it’s a little difficult to focus when all glen can do is distract you.

“oh, y/n,” glen groaned in disgust turning his head away and wiping at his lip. “you got primer in my mouth.”

and what you wanted to say was, “then shut your damn mouth while my hands are near your lips.” but you didn’t, you just quietly apologized and got back to work. he had to be on set in twenty minutes and you were no where near being done because of glen and his indestructible vocal cords. you and him got into a lot of trouble on set for being late to shoots, but what could you do? tell your boss to be quiet and risk being fired? absolutely not, so you just kept quiet and tried to get his makeup done quickly and as best as you could.

glen was talking away about this dog he wanted to get and you were listening, truly you were, but you were also color correcting the slight bags under his eyes and a few blemishes near his chin. suddenly, glen laughed at something and you smudged concealer all on his bottom lip and down his chin.

“shit!” you cursed, getting a makeup wipe from your desk and carefully wiping away the mess on his face.

“it’s okay.” he said carefully, grabbing the wipe from your hand to wipe it away himself so you could take a break. “you don’t have to rush, y/n.”

“yes i do, you only have,” you checked the small watch on your wrist. “13 minutes until you have to be on set and i haven’t even blended your concealer yet. they’re gonna get rid of me, i just know it.”

“it’s kind of hard for them to get rid of you when you’re my personal makeup artist.” he cockily reminded you. you scowled at his smirking face and took the wipe from his hand. your index finger and thumb held his chin while you gently swiped his bottom lip. glen started to talk again and you sighed in frustration as you had to concentrate even harder to not get the wipe into his moving mouth. “i don’t quite like the taste of makeup remover, babe.”

“then shut the fuck up!” you finally lost it. you finally snapped at the nicest man on earth and you immediately stepped back. “i’m so sorry, glen.”

“it’s okay.” he said, reaching for your hand. “you know, you can tell me you need me to close my lips. i just get so nervous around you, my mouth goes a thousand miles a minute.”

you perked up immediately. glen doesn’t get nervous around anyone. why would he get nervous around you? before you could speak, glen beat you to it, as usual.

“i hired you on personally because i think you’re seriously talented, first of all, but also because you’re the most beautiful, kind, and caring girl i’ve ever met.” he turned to you in his swivel chair. “and it’s okay if you don’t want me back, i completely understand and i’ll never, ever, ever bring it up again, but please don’t quit. i couldn’t take losing you as a friend, y/n. i wouldn’t even know what to do-”

you don’t why you did it. maybe it was because you were annoyed at his ramblings, or perhaps it was because you realized you had always liked him too, ever since you got put on your first job with glen, years ago. but you leaned and captured your lips with his. glen reacted immediately, bringing you closer to him by your hips. your hands went into his hair and you’re sure you were probably messing up almost all the work you had just tried so hard to finish, but you didn’t care.

as you felt glen’s hands round your ass, you pulled back slightly breathless with a smile on your face. “you talk too much.”

“well, put your lips on mine and shut me up.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

like a wrecking ball

pairing: john/buck egan x fem!reader

summary: you send buck sensual photos while he’s stationed

warning: talk of nude photos, dirty talk, sensual letters, inaccuracies about war, smut, oral (first time munching box 🐱) (fem! receiving), overstimulation, etc.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what started off as marge taking pictures of you getting ready for a party, putting on lipstick and fluffing up your hair, ended with you asking marge if you could borrow her camera for a couple of days to take some photos for buck.

it was all in good fun. some ones with you crossed eyed, smiling, goofy and carefree. however, something possessed you to slip the strap of your dress off your shoulder click take the clip from your hair, letting down your loose, soft hair click and snap the clasp from your bra click.

you don’t know what came over you. you took over fifteen pictures in sensual poses, as if posing for a professional boudoir photoshoot. gosh, if anyone ever saw these, you thought. they’d have me carted off to the brothel or put into an asylum.

and what’s worse than that, you’d mustered up the courage to actually send them! with your stationary neatly stacked at your desk, your ink pen furiously wrote to your deployed lover.

My Love, I hear the war is getting harder. There’s no telling what you have to attest to that statement, they say Germany is killing our Air Force and I can’t help but to think of you. Fighting your hardest, having trouble sleeping at night, losing friends, losing family.

And even in all of this, I still feel sorry for myself for missing you. Everyone notices how miserable I am without you here. Without your touch, your smile, your kiss. Golly, even my mother visits! And you know how she is with me and boys, totally mentally insane.

Anywho, how is my love? And how is Gale? Marge misses him terribly. She has a sneaky suspicion that he is going to ask her to marry him.. though I think she may be going a bit stir crazy from not being with him, but who am I to talk?

Our girls are doing our best here, I work the soup kitchen most days for the people out of jobs and soldiers who have come home injured. My classes are going terribly, my focus only seems to train on you and what you’re doing, and if you’re safe.

I’m sending some pictures for you, John. Marge let me borrow her camera and the film just got back to me today, so I hope you enjoy. I miss you, love. I can’t wait for you to be back in my arms and within my reach. For now, take these photos and do with them what you like. Imagine me there, John. Just how I imagine you here with me. Oh, and please, please, please, do not let anyone see these!

Your Girl,

Y/N

you kissed the letter with scarlet stained lips, enclosed the envelope set with your photos, and sent it off, staring out of the window as the mailman carried it off to be shipped overseas, in the air, and into john’s trusted hands.

★

“mail!” a soldier shouted in the quiet cafeteria. men, all in matching green uniforms, scrambled to get up and horde the poor guy. he passed letters and packages around, assigning them with a last name shouted before he handed it to the rightful owner. “egan.” he said, dropping a single envelope signed with pretty cursive writing on the front.

“who’s it from?” gale asked sarcastically. he knew his friend was smitten with his girl from back home and she was one of the few- or rather only- person he took the time to write to.

“take a guess, clevens.” john replied smugly, tearing open the letter quite clumsily, the tear all jagged and the envelop ripped down the corner. out of that tear, a photo caught the eye of john. he squinted. “she sent photos.” he told gale.

“really? marge never sends me photos.” he mutters jealously. gale watched his friend’s face blush a bright red, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “what? what is it?”

“that’s for me to cherish, and for you… to never find out.” john smiled up at his friend. he took one of the many pictures out of the envelope completely and turned it many ways to look at all perspectives of your beauty. the way your hair fell over your eyes as you gazed lustfully at the camera lens. the way the intricate lace of your bra strap led down to the see-through fabric over your breast. he could see you perfectly. though the camera isn’t the most expensive and definitely not the most defined, john could tell you took your time making sure these photos were worth his while.

“damn, major. who is this beautiful dame?” lieutenant curtis was peaking over john’s shoulder and john slammed the picture down onto the table before he could see anymore of his girl.

“that’s mine, curt. you’ll have to find your own.” curtis made a booing sound and walked off playfully glum. “god, this girl’s gonna be the death of me.”

“are you gonna explain or am i gonna have to snatch the picture while you aren’t looking?” gale asked, running a hand through his blond hair.

“you ain’t seeing the pictures, nobody’s seein’ them but me.” john shook his head, a light blush still creeping up his neck, up his ears. “she sent nudie pictures.” he laughed under his breath, shoving the pictures deep into his pocket.

“what? let me see!” gale leaned forward, smiling from cheek to cheek.

“what?” john scoffed. “hell, no. i’m gonna marry this girl.” he leaned back away from the table, so gale couldn't grab him and force the photos out of his pocket. “hell, i ain’t even read the letter yet.”

“better get to writing a hell of a response. she won’t send anymore if you send some half-assed letter back, man.” gale laughed, taking a sip of coffee.

john finally took the letter out of the envelope, it still smelled like her. he brought it up to his nose and thought fondly of his beautiful girl back home. he missed her more than anything. unfolding the parchment, he smiled at her greeting, her penmanship was unlike any other. curling, twirling cursive letters filled the page and he caught a glimpse of the lipstick mark at the bottom of the page. oh, to kiss her lips again, buck thought.

his eyes scanned every word more than twice. he could hear her voice within the written words.

“she asked how you were doing.” buck told gale whose eyebrows lifted in gratefulness. “she also says that marge thinks you’re going to ask her to marry you.”

“damn it!” gale huffs, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. “how does she know?”

“don’t know, man.” john laughs as he takes out a piece of paper from his pocket, always on hand for something like this, when he has to get to work immediately on writing you back.

My Beautiful Girl,

There’s nothing I want more than to be with you right now. In my arms, in my bed, all alone. No one but us, my sweet girl.

When I get back, I’m going to keep you to myself for a whole week. And those pictures? I never knew you to be so dirty. You should’ve seen my face when I opened up the envelope. I was about as red as a ripe tomato.

I long for nothing more than to kiss those sweet lips, your shoulders, your smooth legs, all of you. I am going to come home to you. I’m gonna crash through the front door and hold onto you until forever falls apart. There’s only a few more months until we’re together again, for good, hopefully.

And to answer your questions, I’m doing okay. we’re losing a lot of men, really quickly. I can’t help but to keep offering to go on missions, just so it doesn’t go haywire. Gale is also planning on asking Marge to marry him, but don’t you dare tell her. He was doing great until I told him about her correct accusations. He is currently laying his head down on the table and holding his hands to his head in despair.

My girl, I love you so much. Trust in this, I am always yours and no one will see these pictures but me, admiringly. I always imagine you with me. You’re with me when I sleep at night, when I’m up in the air, and especially in my heart. You keep me safe without even knowing, angel.

Love, John

★

just as john said in his letter, a few months and he’d be home. months turn into weeks, weeks turned into days, and days turned into hours. today was the day and you had been preparing since the sun first rose in the morning.

marge had also been on edge, their plane was to arrive at the tarmac at three in the afternoon. you and marge spent the day scrubbing, shaving, spritzing, and dressing. after that, you spent a few minutes straightening up the house and making sure there was some food warming up for him when he got home. even so, the hangar was only a few minutes down the road.

it was about a quarter past two now and marge was supposed to be with you about fifteen minutes ago. to say you were antsy would be a major understatement. you couldn’t keep the ball of your heel from bouncing on the floor, your poor nails had been chewed off hours ago.

a knock on the door knocked you out of your anxious daze and you sprang up from the couch to answer it.

marge’s glowing face entered your sight and you sighed in relief.

“you’re late.” you hugged your best friend tightly, then ran into the kitchen to grab your purse before meeting marge on the porch, closing and locking the door.

“i know, i’m sorry. i really don’t have an excuse, i was just so anxious so i drove a bit slower.” she admitted, which helped you feel a lot better. at least you weren’t alone.

“we shouldn’t be this nervous, really.” you sighed, walking down the sidewalk to marge’s car. you opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. marge followed suit and sat in the driver’s side, quickly cranking the key and speeding off to the airport. the plane was due to arrive at three, so you only had about fifteen minutes until you got to see your favorite person in the world.

"should we stand at the gate or try to get onto the actual tarmac?" marge questioned, looking around at all the other wives and girlfriends standing around.

"there's a guard at the gate, we'll just ask him if we can get in." you pointed at the man in a vest, a security badge pinned to his chest. you and marge waltzed up to the man with kind smiles painted on your lips. "hi, sir. how are you today?"

"just fine, and yourselves?" the man smiled warmly.

"absolutely dandy." marge grinned. "so, listen, we were just wondering. are we allowed to go onto the tarmac or do we have to wait behind the gate?"

"i can allow you on the tarmac, but do you see those cones over there?" he pointed behind him to bright orange cones lined up down the asphalt. the girls hummed in agreement. "you can't get more than thirty feet near them. that's where the plane will land and roll in and i will not be taking responsibility for a bunch of soldiers' wives getting run over because they decided not to listen, understand?" the man looked back to the women who nodded with wide eyes. "okay, let me open this." he fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked the gate, pushing it open so the girls could come in and await their loves.

marge checked the gold watch on her wrist. "should be about five minutes, y/n."

"i feel like i need to puke. do you feel like you have to puke?" you sputtered out quickly and marge placed her hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

"hey, there's nothing to be nervous about. john is a good man, a good man who misses you, okay? you have nothing to worry about except getting pregnant in the next twenty-four hours." marge giggled when you gasped.

"marge! watch your mouth or they'll carry you away." you two laughed before the distant sound of a plane rattled the ground beneath your feet. you looked up and there it was. the plane that carried your john back to you, safe and sound. you sighed, saying a quick prayer, before watching the plane land safely and roll into the hangar.

the wives were muttering relentlessly. it had been a few minutes since the plane got here and no soldiers had yet to step out. but finally, finally, a group of men all dressed in matching green jumpsuits and carrying the same bag came running out of the hangar in search of their reasons for fighting as hard as they did. marge spotted gale, his golden blonde hair flowing in the wind as he ran to her. he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her like it was from a movie. y/n laughed and clapped for her best friends, but she couldn't help but wonder where john was.

"hey, y/n. how are ya, girl?" gale walked up to the worrisome girl with his arm around marge's waist.

"i'm fine, gale! oh, we've missed you and john so much." she sighed as he wrapped his free arm around her in an embrace. "where is john, by the way?"

gale looked behind him and there he was, almost as if in slow motion. he was just as dreamy as the day she met him.

before she could stop herself, her feet picked up a quick pace and soon enough she was running to him, grinning and laughing. when she reached him, he dropped his duffle bag onto the floor and pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

“oh, my sweet y/n.” john muttered into her hair. she smelled so good. she smelled like home. he missed her like hell. and if she wasn’t half of his heart, there’s no way he would’ve survived. “i missed you so much.”

he let her down so her feet could touch the ground, but made no move to let her out of his embrace. y/n cupped the sides of his face and brought him into a searing kiss. a kiss that said everything she couldn’t. how grateful she was that he was home, that he’s safe, back in her arms. “i missed you so much more.”

“not possible.” he said against her lips.

“hey, if y’all don't mind i’d like to go home!” gale shouted at the couple, teasingly. marge playfully slapped him against his chest in scolding. he just laughed and grabbed her hand, leading her back to the gate.

“i guess we should go.” y/n sighed against him. john pouted and whined dropping his head to her shoulder. “the faster we get home, the faster you get to see all the new pictures i have.”

with that, he grabbed his bag off the ground and y/n’s hand, leading her to marge and gale, albeit very quickly.

★

marge dropped y/n and john off at her home, speeding off with a wave out of the window.

“i missed this place.” john said, looking up at the small house. y/n grabbed his hand gently and led him up the stairs of the porch. when they walked in, it smelled of a home cooked meal and pure love to john. “what’d you make, angel?”

“some steak,” she replied, walking in front of him to open the oven that was keeping the food warm. she felt john’s presence behind her, warm and inviting. “potatoes,” john wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips tickling the nape of her neck. her breath hitched as she leaned back against him. “and i baked a pie.”

“mmm, what kind?” his lips were right near her ear and he kissed the skin behind it, a light gasp leaving her pretty lips.

“cherry.”

“my favorite.” he turned her around and captured her lips in a kiss, lost in her already. she was breathless. this is all she had been waiting for, yearning every day and even worse at night. she missed his touch, his kiss, his everything. “those photos you sent drove me crazy, baby. took everything i had not to just tape it to the windshield of my plane.”

“there’s more.” she whispered, his lips all over her neck, sucking bruises that she would have to hide with a turtle neck. “you wanna see?”

he growled against her skin as she dragged him into the bedroom. she pushed him to sit on the bed, noticing the already prominent bulge in his green army pants. she kneeled down between his legs, eye contact heavy between them. john shifted where he sat, ready for anything she was about to give him. instead, she reached for the black box under her bed and placed it on his thighs.

“open it.” she sat back on her calves, watching him open the box with a brow lifted quizzically.

inside were more than 30 developed pictures, in all their vulgar glory. john let out a sigh and sat up straighter. he picked up a few and sorted through them, y/n was posed with a white lacy set adorning her body and light makeup on her face. she was in front of a mirror, playing with herself. she could hear his breath catch in his throat. he stared at each photo, getting harder by the second.

“do you like them?” she asked, he brought his attention back down to his girl. her big doe eyes looking pleading and seductive at the same time. she was still sitting back on her legs and the way she had her hands clasped in front of her made her arms push her breasts together, giving john a teasing view of her cleavage.

“like them? b-baby, i want these burned into my memory.” he stuttered over his words and that’s how y/n knew she had him wrapped around her finger. the usually stoic, firm, but kind man she fell in love with is gradually falling apart at the seams, all because of her. “y’know what, though?”

“hm?”

“i think i prefer the live action version.” the smirk on his face was deep, setting smile lines onto the left side of his face.

“well, good thing you got it for the rest of your life, baby.” she sat up on her legs, placing her hands on the tops of his thighs for stability. john leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. he groaned, his mouth open and waiting for her to crash into him.

“i’d rather you not tease me right now, angel.” he breathed against her lips. y/n just giggled and took the box from his lap, placing it back under the bed. she stood to her full height and john wrapped his arms around her hips, letting her sit herself on his lap. she gasped when she felt how aroused he was. “kiss me.”

“not yet.” she smiled, leaning away from his lips. “let me undress you?”

john agreed and let her pull his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants. she flung the fabric somewhere behind her and giggled. his toned chest was warm and soft, she grazed her fingers over every freckle and mole that she had missed so much, kissing over every one she saw. she let her hands drag down to his belt that she skillfully unbuckled while maintaining eye contact with her lover.

john was going absolutely insane, he had never seen this side of her before. so powerful, so in tune with both of their bodies, and ever so confident. he was enchanted.

“can we try something?” he asked suddenly when she pulled his belt through the last loop.

“what’s that, baby?” she started to kiss his neck, licking and sucking all over the soft skin and john moaned while trying to get his words out.

“the g-guys were talking about- fuck, how good it is to eat pussy.” he whined when y/n stopped in her tracks. she detached her lips from his body and leaned back to look at him.

“you wanna try that?” she looked shocked.

john nodded submissively, blush rushing to the tops of his ears and creeping down his neck.

“just lie down, i’ll take care of you.” he cradled her neck in his large hand. he brought the other one to the buttons of her dress, slowly taking each one out. when he caught sight of the bralette adoring her figure, he brought his head down to kiss at the top of her skin and the lacy fabric. “i’m liking all this new underwear, baby.”

“all just for you.” she whispered. she carded her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back in pleasure at the magic he was working on her body. she was soaked and he had barely even done anything.

john took the rest of her dress off and lifted her to stand, it dropped to her feet onto the floor and she stepped out of it. he laid her back down, propping a pillow behind her head.

“you still okay?” he asked, kissing down her belly. her answer was breathy and barely audible, but he heard it, so he continued. his fingers grazed the hem of her white panties, a pink bow adorning the middle. the innocence of it all made john’s head feel dizzy. he slowly dragged her underwear down her legs, savoring every moment with her. “let me know what feels good, honey.”

“oka-” her voice failed her as john brought his lips up to her swollen bud. if he was new at this, he sure was a fast learner. his tongue was circling her clit, but trailed down to her entrance that was sopping with arousal. as soon as he got his first taste, john wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs and brought her closer to his mouth. “oh, my god.”

“feel good?” he muttered quickly, going back to licking and slurping as if his life depended on it.

“fucking unreal.” her head was thrown back, fingers digging into the pillow behind her. her hips were bucking onto john’s face, forcing his nose to bump her clit. she felt his fingers prodding at her and she mewled, her back arching against the bed. “won’t last, if you do that.”

“that’s the whole point, sweets.” he was smiling against her. her overstimulation was amusing to him.

“wanna come on your cock, baby.” he groaned against her core, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. her eyes were clenched so tightly, she wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up wrinkled on the lid.

begrudgingly, he pulled back, kneeling in front of her. he made sure to look into her eyes as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning around them at the sweet taste of her. “tastes like honey, baby.”

“i’m sure you taste better.” she flirted back, her eyelashes fluttering. and as much as he would love to shove his cock down her throat, her cunt was much more appealing at the moment.

“maybe tomorrow. tonight’s about you, doll. and how much i missed you.” his belt had already been undone by her, so all he had to do was unbutton them and let them fall to the floor. “do you wanna know how i spent my nights?” he mounted his sweet girl, a knee between her legs and his arms holding himself up to look into her eyes. “i had a room to myself, y’know.. bein’ major comes with some perks. i’d take out those photos you sent me.. every night. like fuckin’ clock work.” she could feel him lining himself up with her entrance. the head of his cock prodding at the greedy hole that was oh so eager to take him. “i’d picture you there, running your hands all over me, like you always do. latchin’ yourself onto me. lovin’ me so good…”

her eyes were sparkling under the warm lights of the lamps on the beside tables. her bottom lip was quivering with need, her back arching up to try and get him to slip into her, but every time she bucked her hips, he would pull just inches away. she was writhing beneath him, aching to have him in her. “bucky, please.”

“hang on, darlin’.” john was smiling ear-to-ear. he knew what he was doing to her, he loved to see her all riled up just for him. “i’d fuck my fist every night to those sweet pictures.. just counting the days until i’d see you again. til i could kiss you again, til i could fuck you again.”

he kissed the side of her neck before thrusting himself all the way into her cunt. the stretch was euphoric to her after not having anything but her fingers, that she could not work as well as john could. she hissed in pleasure as he pulled out, just to the tip, and thrusted in harder, setting a nice and steady pace.

“faster.” she breathed against his lips. he obliged quickly, pressing into her harder and faster than he had before. she was clawing her nails down his back, and he whimpered into her neck. he thought his fantasies were good? this was a hundred times better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. she was squeezing so tight he could barely pull out, but god was it amazing. he couldn’t make his mind think about anything but her. “you feel so good, buck. better than i dreamed.”

“you been dreamin’ about me too, sweetheart?” he kissed her cheek, chin, and lips. he swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth wider, letting him taste all around. she could faintly taste herself on his tongue and she moaned at the vulgarity of it all.

john snuck his fingertips down her belly, tracing her skin on the way down to her swollen clit, he circled it in slow, smooth movements. y/n threw her head back with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“cmon baby. give it to me.” he growled in her ear. his hips were losing their rhythm and he refused to come before her. “come for me, darlin’.”

she held her hand to the back of his neck, keeping him latched to her chest. john sucked and bit over her chest, leaving dark marks all along her skin. her thighs were trembling in pleasure as john worked himself faster against her hips. the only sounds in the room were the couple’s lewd and borderline pornographic curses falling from their swollen lips and skin slapping against skin. john could feel her core clenching tighter and tighter and he knew that coil in her belly was about to snap.

“john, i’m coming.” her voiced was pinched as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his lower back. she moaned even louder as he hit even deeper, hitting that spot inside of her so well, she was seeing stars.

“give me all you got, baby.” he whispered against her chest, his fingers still working circles against her clit. she pressed her nails into his skin, surely leaving bloody red marks all over his freckled back. her climax hit her like a train and then it hit her again and again in the most intense aftershocks she had ever had, she was leaking all over his cock and john look down to where the two of them were connected, wet and slick in both of their arousal. the sight alone had him coming inside of her with a loud groan, and collapsing onto her.

while the two of them caught their breath, john’s head perked up with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“what?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“you still got that camera from marge? i’d love to take some pictures of us that we both can enjoy.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

sore

joe rantz x reader

summary: what’s a girl to do when her man comes in groaning in pain besides give him a much needed massage?

warnings: joe being a lil shit, reader providing everything he needs, implied smut, massage, whimpering

ੈ✩‧₊˚ y/n was completely zoned into her homework, she had a huge final coming up and she refused to give into any distractions.

until..

“damn it.” she heard joe groan out, trying to lower himself onto her bed.

“what is it?” she asked, not even turning around. she continued to furiously scribble onto her paper, mapping out equations for her engineering class.

“rowing.” he said through gritted teeth as he leaned down to untie his shoes. “shit’s gonna end up killing me.”

a beat of silence went through the room, only joe’s heavy breathing and the sound of pen writing on paper.

“baby, can you help me?” joe hated to bother her, but every time he tried to lean down to untie the other lace of his shoe, he felt a shooting pain go from the lower part of his back all the way up to his neck.

“yes, one second.” she answered absentmindedly, her tongue was slightly poked out of her lips in concentration and joe would’ve awed in adoration if every muscle in his body weren’t cramping.

“baby.”

“coming.” she said, but made no move to get up. so, joe, not without difficulty, stood to his feet and bent down to look over her shoulder. her paper was absolutely covered in writing. notes were in the margins, quotes and equations that she thought important were underlined or had a cute star next to it.

y/n could feel his breath on her neck and she subconsciously leaned into his presence.

“you need to take a break.” he said into the side of her neck, kissing the skin sweetly. she giggled at the feeling and sighed, turning around in her desk chair to face him. he looked tired. his hair was disheveled, the bags under his eyes were heavy, but she thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. she leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss. “come lay with me.”

joe grabbed her hand and brought her to her feet, watching her plop onto the bed with a sigh. he took a much slower approach, trying to squat into a sitting position on the side of the bed. his groans were loud and y/n was sure the other girls in her building would suspect they were doing something more than just laying down together.

“here, let me help.” she sat up, swinging her legs onto the floor and walking to his side. she kneeled down, untying the laces of his worn out boots and pulling them off his feet. “lay on your belly, if you can.”

“what are you doing?” he asked, clenching his eyes shut when his muscle tweaked as he laid on his stomach. he felt her climb over his sore body and straddle him, sitting on the back of his thighs.

“i’m gonna give you a massage.” she said matter-of-fact. joe couldn’t help but smile in excitement, god, he needs one.

“do i need to take my clothes off?” she could hear the smirk in his voice, but she just rolled her eyes with a smile.

“just your shirt, rantz.” she pushed the back of his head playfully and watched as he grabbed the back of his crewneck over his head, tossing it to the floor. at first, she just scratched his back. he always loved when she did that. whenever they would sleep together, she would always run her nails through his hair, which would end in him asking her if she’ll scratch his back.

“feels so good, baby.” his deep voice grumbled into the mattress. she hummed, rubbing her hands harder to try and relax the taut muscles of his back. his shoulders were broad, and him being on the rowing team was just adding onto the bulk there.

when she hit a particularly sore spot, joe whimpered into the mattress. y/n hated herself for enjoying the sounds he was making, her legs involuntarily clenching around his. joe could feel her action, to her dismay, but not to her knowledge. he knew she liked when he was more vocal in bed, it spurred her on like nothing else to know that he was feeling so good, just from her.

so he did it again.

and again.

y/n worked her hands against his skin, working the tops of his shoulders since that seemed to be where he was hurting the most. every time the heel of her hand dug into the muscle, he would let out a groan, whine, whimper, or praise. she was practically soaked by now.

“are you doing that on purpose?” she halted her hands and leaned down to his head to hear his answer.

“doing what?” the smug bastard knew was this was doing to y/n.

“you are!” she stood up from the bed with tinted cheeks.

“aw, cmon, baby!” he sat up, sitting on his knees in her dorm bed. it was funny, really, how small her bed looked compared to him. they could barely fit on it together, but they liked being close anyways.

“no, you’ve made me mad.” she turned her back to him and looked out of the window. she wasn’t really mad. embarrassed? perhaps. but she just wanted to see how well he would apologize.

“seriously? i- okay.” he stood from the bed, taking into account how good his back felt now. he circled his arms around her waist, tucking his face into the crook of her neck. “i’m sorry.” she stood her ground, though it was hard to hide just how much she loved his body being this close to hers. “y/n…” she didn’t move an inch, so joe braced his hands and spun her around to face him. so quickly, in fact, that she lost her footing and fell into joe’s strong chest. she looked up at him with a smile and blush rising from her neck to the tips of her ears.

“i’m not mad.” she giggled. “but i would like a better apology.”

“but i wasn’t doing anything.” he was slowly leaning down, hoping to get a kiss, but she brought her fingers up to his puckered lips.

“first, you get me all flustered and embarrassed and then you make me trip onto you! joe rantz, i’ll need flowers, and chocolate, and a homemade card-” her sarcastic rant is cut off when he pulls her hand away from his mouth and entraps her lips with his.

“hush, and lay down. i’ll show you how sorry i am.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

worst way

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: riley needs you after a long month of tour and missing you

warnings: smut!, pining, yearning, breaking stuff, multiple rounds, etc.

wc: 4.4k

tonight was the night riley was coming home. after a month long of not seeing each other, well besides facetime. he couldn’t wait another minute. tour was long. and it isn’t even over, he just has a few weeks before he’s out on the road again and he intended to spend every minute of his time off with his girl. his y/n.

he could picture her now.. standing in the kitchen, or maybe even the living room, comfy clothes on with her favorite show playing on the television. she’d be chewing on her bottom lip, no doubt leaving cherry red imprints from the pressure, just itching to be back in his arms.

at least, he was itching to be back in hers. he didn’t know what had gotten into him. on the ride from the airport, his sweatpants had been doing no good hiding the excitement he was feeling. to shield from even more humiliation, he took his carry-on bag and held it in front of the growing need. his hands were sweaty and he kept pushing his hair back with his hands, a nervous habit he’d picked up since growing it out.

why was he so nervous?

it’s not like you haven’t been together for about a year now, and friends longer than that. but, god, he was feeling like a teenager going on a first date.

the ride was shorter than riley anticipated, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he got out the truck and hauled his bags and guitar case up the steps to the farmhouse he got built a couple years back.

home never felt so good.

and he knew it would feel even better once he got y/n back in his grasp.

however, when he opened the front door, no television was on, no sounds were heard, and no beautiful woman was standing there waiting for him. he sighed, setting down his bags in the middle of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

he clicked y/n’s contact and brought his phone up to his ear.

ring…. ring…

he was starting to get worried. did she meet someone while he was away? no, she’d never do that. maybe she’s out getting some groceries, because god knows what was left in the fridge from the time he left to now. right as his heart rate picked back up, he heard a click and then her gorgeous voice through the speakers.

“hey, baby.” she said softly. “what’s up?”

“hi, honey. well, i came home expecting you to tackle me to the ground and shower me with love and kisses like you normally do, but there’s not a soul here.” he walked to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. it was made, but he could tell where her pretty little head had been laying on his pillow.

“oh, shit. i’m so, so sorry. i went to pick up some food for us. you’re a little earlier than what i was planning for.” she sighed into the phone, he heard a car door shut and then an engine ignited. “i’m on my way back now, though. i’ll be home in, like, 10 minutes?”

“okay, baby. i can’t wait to see you.” riley had a small smile glued to his face, a blush coating his cheeks all the way down to his tanned chest. “be careful, i love you.”

“i love you, more. bye.” he could hear the shy grin in her voice and he could feel his heart clench at the sound.

he figured he could kill some time by taking a quick shower and washing off all the dirty airport germs off of him. so, he stood to his sore feet and grudged into the bathroom. he stripped himself of his sweatshirt, then his sneakers and sweatpants. he looked at himself in the mirror while the shower water ran. he’d worked out a lot during the times he wasn’t performing, just out of boredom and partly because he hated being in that cramped bus for 10, maybe even more, hours a day.

as he stepped into the shower, he let the water run down his face and back, washing off his worries and stress down the drain along with it. he was so happy to be home. so happy to have a break. and so happy he was about 7 minutes away from being with his best girl again.

y/n walked into the house with bags of takeout in her hands. she huffed as she tripped over riley’s bags in the room.

“riley?” she called through the house, setting the bags onto the counter. when she didn’t hear a response from anything but water running and humming, she knew exactly where to go. she tiptoed into the bathroom and started to take off her clothes. she could see riley’s silhouette through the white curtain hung up and even from that, her body ached for him. she quietly pulled back the curtain, he was facing away from her, so she slid her hands around his body. from his back to his torso, she ran her fingers all over the soft, tan skin. he jumped at first, but quickly turned around and gripped her cheeks in his hands.

“hi, baby.” she smiled up at him. he had shaved his beard into just a mustache and she could feel her stomach flutter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind. she pictured that mustache on her lips, kissing her wildly and so loving that her mouth would be bruised. she pictured that mustache kissing down her body, going between her legs and loving on her like she hadn’t felt in so long.

she was broken out of her fantasy by riley’s lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. the bathroom was filled with hot fog and was suffocating her lungs, but that kiss allowed her to take a deep breath that she hadn’t been able to catch since he’d left.

riley laughed as she squealed when he picked her up so her legs would wrap around his torso. his cock was already hard at the thought of having her right then. against the cold tiles of the shower. “my girl.” he breathed into her neck once they had broken the kiss. “you don’t know how much i missed you.”

“don’t i?” she was scratching the back of his head with one hand and clinging onto his back with the other. riley groaned into her skin as she pulled his hair gently. “take me to bed.”

he didn’t have to be told twice. he shut the water off and stepped out onto the cool floor. he laid y/n down gently on the bed and leaned back, captivated by the sight of her. her hair, a little wet from stray water droplets, was splayed behind her head onto the sheets. her body was tanned from the summer sun, no doubt taking advantage of the deck out back.

“see something you like? just take it.” she kicked her feet up to place them on his chest as she giggled. she admired his body, too. strong arms with veins running all the way down to his forearms and hands. tanned chest with a thin gold chain dangling from his neck. his body was work of god.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, honey.” riley grabbed her ankles and kissed each leg before leaning down against her. her skin against his felt like heaven. this was better than what he imagined. he pushed the hair against her forehead away, taking in every part, every detail of her face. it was an intimate moment, one that neither of them took for granted. it’s like they were falling back in love all over again.

“you seriously have no idea how much i missed you, riley green.” y/n sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, melting into her touch.

“how much did you miss me?” he was already panting, trembling even. y/n was so turned on she could barely stand it she kept trying to rub her legs together to ease some of the ache, but riley kept his hands on the inside of her thighs with a such a firm grip that she couldn’t move a muscle.

“enough to call you every night and listen to your voice. pretend it was your fingers all over me, making me wet, playing with me.” riley groaned, laying his head down on her chest. his wet hair was cold and it sent a shock through her, but it did wonders to cool down her blazing skin. “did you touch yourself to me?” she asked into his ear.

“‘course i did, baby. couldn’t go through a single day without you there with me. don’t matter if it was through a screen.” he kissed her chest, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. she moaned softly and it caused riley to ground his hips into hers, the head of his hard cock hitting her clit just right. “god, baby. gonna fuck you on every square inch of this house tonight.”

“please,” she whimpered, closing her legs tighter around his body, trying to bring him closer to her.

“we got all the time in the world.” he leaned back and cupped her cheek in his hand. she cuddled into his touch with a pout on her face. “let me take my time with you tonight, honey.”

she nodded softly, leaning up to catch his lips with hers. he slid his tongue over her lower lip, begging for entrance and when she granted it, he stifled a moan into her mouth. she tasted like strawberries and heaven. he couldn’t get enough of this girl. he moved his mouth down to her cheek, over her chin, down to her neck where he sucked another tattoo kiss onto her skin, left to be purple and bruised tomorrow. he brought his mouth to her nipple and she jumped at the sensation, she hadn’t been touched in so long. he licked around the bud before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” she whined into her hand. her hips were restlessly trying to gain friction from anything they could reach. riley sat down on his knees and hooked his arms around the back of her legs. she gasped as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. her thighs were trembling as he kissed the inside of them, breathing her in as he did. y/n felt the facial hair on his upper lip tickling her skin. he was driving her crazy. she hadn't seen this man in a month. he didn't do anything extravagant, he didn't bring home flowers, he didn't bring wine. he just wanted her.

she was broken out of her thoughts by the feeling of his tongue licking a straight line up her core. she gasped and her hips jumped off the bed. riley shook his head against her, his nose brushing her clit back and forth as he did so, and laid his muscled arm over her hips to hold her still.

"you're so sweet, honey." he moaned against her. the vibrations made her throw her head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she bit her lip as he sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth, his fingers finding their way to her entrance. he spread her arousal with his thick digits, licking off what was left. "mmm." he prodded at her entrance again, just barely entering before pulling them back out. he was teasing her and it was torture.

"riley, please." she breathed out, panting. she lifted her head up just so she could catch his gaze and that shit-eating grin he wore made her groan and throw herself back against the bed.

"please, what, sweetheart?" he smirked. he knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it.

"just fuck me, please." she whined. he smacked her thigh and she hissed.

"that's all you had to say." he smiled, kissing her clit and the inside of her thighs sweetly before leaning up and capturing her lips with his. y/n hummed into it, taking a grip of his hair and pulling slightly. he groaned, reaching down to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with her pretty pussy. he looked back at her eyes, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks rosy and flustered. she was so beautiful. even when she wasn't trying to be. he was suddenly taken back to the first day they met. sophomore year of college and he thought she was the most breathtaking thing at jacksonville state.

"what's going on in that handsome head of yours." y/n huffed, pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

"i just love you." he shook his head, grabbing her hand and kissing her wrist. "so much."

"you have me for the rest of your life, riley. you are the most precious thing i have." she leaned up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "i love you."

he pushed into her, moaning loudly from how tightly she enveloped him. she sucked a breath in through her teeth, the stretch was delicious and what made it even sweeter was riley leaning his forehead down onto hers, locking those deep blue irises onto her e/c ones. he slowly started to thrust into her. the tamed patch of hair below his stomach was brushing against her bud of nerves and she bit her lip to contain the graphic noises begging, screaming, to be released. she could feel the imprint of him in her stomach and she grabbed his hand and placed it on the point so he could feel it. riley whimpered and thrust harder into her.

"god, yes." she yelled out, wrapping her ankles around his back to keep him close to her. her nails were raking down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. "harder."

riley quickly obliged, hiking her leg up around his waist further to hit an angle he hadn't before that had y/n moaning almost pornographically. "you have no idea how much i missed this pussy, sweetheart."

"you have no idea how much i missed this cock." she retorted, turning her head to the side so she could kiss his stubbly cheek. she pushed his head to her chest and he could hear her wild heartbeat. he could hear her whimpers right in his ear and he wished he had something to record this so he could cherish it forever. his hips picked up speed in their ruts against her. he felt like a mad-man. he was touch starved for too long and so, so wrapped up in her. she might as well be tattooed against his skull from how much he thinks about her.

his thrusts were so forceful, the framed picture above his bed frame was hitting the wall repeatedly and eventually just fell back behind the bed. they could hear the glass shattering, but they could care less. riley picked y/n up and turned her around so she was sitting on her hands and knees. she laid her head down onto the soft sheets, arching her back softly so her ass was in better view. he rubbed the soft skin soothingly before smacking it lightly. y/n giggled and then groaned when he pushed into her again. his had one leg on the floor and the other was propped up and bent. his hands were wrapped around both of her hips and he pulled her back against his cock. he was hitting so deep inside of her and y/n could feel the coil inside of her tightening even more. riley was no better than her, he could usually last a while, but, because of the prolonged distance, his tummy was fluttering and his cock was twitching relentlessly. his body was begging for a release.

"y/n." he whimpered, his pounding thrusts against her were getting sloppy and he reached around her to toy with her clit.

"oh, i know, baby. me too." she was breathless, her knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so hard and she was sure she would have bruises all over her backside tomorrow from how rough he was pushing into her. "cum inside of me. please, please." she begged. she wanted all of him, she was so close she had tears in her eyes.

"oh, my." he threw his head back before leaning down against her back. he kissed all over her neck, her shoulders. his fingers were still rubbing circles onto her clit and her body was collapsing beneath her. "i'm gonna cum, honey." he thrust a few more times, working her clit harshly. she was screaming his name, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of their bodies. the coil in her belly snapped quickly at one particularly hard thrust and she curled into herself while riley was milking her for everything she had. a few more thrusts and riley was completely undone. he released into her, pushing his cum into her further before laying down against her back. she turned her head so she could kiss his lips. "i love you. i love you." he muttered against her skin.

"i love you." she kissed the top of his head. riley leaned up and pulled out slowly, watching the mix of their climaxes leak from her core and onto the duvet. "i broke home takeout."

-

they sat at the island in the kitchen, ravishing their food like two starving cavemen. she got riley and her some burgers from his favorite spot in town. they laughed and shared fries with each other. they fed each other like an annoying couple they would've made fun of back in college.

"do you think we would've been friends in high school?" she wondered, taking a sip of her cold busch light. riley brought his lips to his drink, too. one thing he loved about her is that she actually enjoyed drinking beer, maybe even more than he did.

"absolutely not," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "i was a little shit in high school."

"you were a little shit in college, too." she giggled, pushing his shoulder. they were just sitting in their underwear, but nothing had ever felt more comfortable. more like home.

"i was worse in high school. ask momma." he laughed. "got cops called on me one time for poppin' fireworks in my principal's yard."

"riley green!" her jaw-dropped. "and to think, the worst thing you did in college was get kicked out of a bar for fightin' a guy."

"he was hittin' on you. had to do somethin'." he shrugged, smiling while taking a bite of another fry.

"you didn't even like me like that back then... did you?" she side-eyed him suggestively.

"baby, i've liked you since we first met at the gym." he slipped his hand up her leg, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers. rough partly from years of playing guitar and partly from the hard work he's done in his life. "when you didn't know how to work the equipment, i was hooked on you."

"oh, ew!" she scrunched up her nose. "i was wearing stained sweatpants and an old lynyrd skynyrd shirt."

"hence my attraction." he breathed out a laugh, his fingertips still rubbing over her skin. she clutched her hand to his and brought it up to her lips, kissing his the pad of his fingers.

"why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, placing his hand against her cheek. it was warm and she leaned into his touch.

"thought you were out of my league, to be honest." he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, tracing her freckles from the warm alabama sun. "i thought you were the prettiest thing i'd ever seen and i didn't wanna embarrass myself by askin' you out, so i figured being friends was a good way to keep you in my life."

she fell into a fit of giggles and riley scoffed with a smile on his face, pulling back from her. "yeah, laugh at my misery. it's fine." he went to stand, but she pulled him back down, trying to calm herself.

"no, it's not that! i swear!" she bit down on her lip to contain more laughter. "that first day," she took a breath. "i fell in love with you, too."

"pft, nah." he stood up, collecting their food wrappers and walked to the trash can to throw it away.

"pft, yeah!" she stood up, too. she watched as he washed his hands and he shook his head. "you don't believe me? you were starting quarterback and completely jacked, might i add. plus, you helped me with gym equipment without making me feel stupid. i texted mom about you that very night."

"you serious?" he braced his hands on either side of the sink and she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the veins running down his arms, she licked her lips and looked back up at him, nodding. "alright," he threw his arms up in surrender. "i believe you."

"so that means we wasted.... what?" she started counting up the months.

"at least 10 months." he finished her thought for her and she brought her hands up to her face. she could've been with him from the very first moment they met, but they both thought too lowly of themselves to make a move.

"riley, that's awful." she groaned through her hands. he laughed and walked up to her, pulling her hands away from her face and wrapping them around his body. he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips sweetly.

"we got all of our lives to make up for that time, baby." he mumbled against her. she moved her hands up to wrap around the back of his neck. his fingertips tickled down her sides before picking her up and sitting her on the counter top. he laid her down gently and kissed down her neck, all the way to her navel. she brought him back up to her and captured his lips with her own, licking over his bottom lip. he opened his mouth further and their tongues danced together, even though they tasted like their dinner, they couldn't care less.

"make love to me." she whispered against his lips. he let his hands trail around her body before moving behind her back and unclasping her bra in one swift move. he bowed his head to kiss around her breasts, then down to her belly. he traced the hem of her panties, blue and lacy, his favorite. he pulled them down her legs, his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on her legs and follow the path he took down to her ankles. he threw the undergarments somewhere towards the living room and kissed his way back up to her lips. he kissed her lips and pulled his boxers down his thighs, letting them drop and pool around his feet. he grabbed the back of her thighs and slowly dragged her further to the edge of the counter. she leaned up to slowly stroke his cock. he leaned his head back in pleasure and she kissed the open space of his neck, licking around the stubbly skin. he lifted his head back up and kissed her sensually. this was a different kiss. it was passionate, but it was more like a promise. a promise of 'i'm yours'.

she lined his cock up with her entrance and he pushed into her slowly, laying her back down flat against the cool marble counter. his thrusts were slow, but rough. he left his branding kisses on her neck and chest. their moans were soft and intimate, a low, but intense sound of pure adoration and infatuation. y/n stretched her arms out behind her head, accidentally knocking off the decorative wooden bowl in the middle of the island. "sorry." she whispered.

"ain't worried 'bout nothing but you." he responded, his face tucked into her neck and his cock working wonders on her. she was already close. she was so full of love, so full of him. she wanted to cry, she loved him so much. and he was thinking the same because he whispered in her ear, "i love you."

"i love you so much, ri." she whined. she felt his cock twitch inside of her, but she wanted him to hold out. she wanted this feeling to last so much longer than it could. "don't cum yet." she breathed out, brushing through his hair with her fingers. "wanna feel you."

"yes ma'am." he kissed underneath the lobe of her ear and she shuddered, trying to prolong her peak. he slowed down even more and y/n could feel every vein, every curve of his cock. they felt like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other. the way he pulled out just to push roughly back in was driving her mad, it was getting harder to hold back. "cum for me, sweetheart. know you need to. can feel you squeezin' 'round me."

she whimpered softly and all he had to do was reach down to circle her clit and she was done for. her climax hit like no other had and she was clenching around him so tightly that riley came right after she did, kissing all over her face, her neck, and chest.

"we're makin' a mess of this house." she laughed as she looked at the mess of clothes around the floors, the bowl spilled out onto the hardwood, not to mention the fact that they had to pull the bed out from the wall sometime to clean the glass up from the picture frame.

"y'know i'm gonna have to write a song 'bout this." he chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "even though they're all about you already." he kissed her cheek and she blushed.

"let's keep it that way, baby." she kissed his lips then hopped down from the counter, brushing her body up against his. she leaned down to pick up her bra, pushing herself onto his pelvic bone with a grin on her face.

he grunted and she leaned back up, but he grabbed her arm before she could walk away. he caught her lips with his and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. she shrieked and kicked her legs, trying to get him to put her down. she was in a fit of laughter by the time he tossed her onto the couch. "i still want you in the worst way, darlin'. you ain't getting away from me for the rest of the night."

note:

hey everyone! i know this is different from what i usually post (aka austin butler ahaha) but i noticed on tiktok that riley green usually gets a lot of attention from all the clips of his concerts, but there's hardly any content of him on tumblr, wattpad, etc. so if you don't know who this is, he's a singer. i went to his concert recently and just completely fell back in love with him, so i wanted to write for him! if you enjoyed the idea, you can totally picture someone else for the role of riley. if you want more of riley, let me know! and do your research on him because this man is something else oooh lord

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masterlist!

— austin butler

all mine (smut) you make a bet with austin that if he wins best actor, you’ll let him do whatever he wants to you.

the cowboy hat rule (cowboy!au) (smut) you wear another man’s cowboy hat without knowing the rule and austin gets upset

only angel (smut) you and your costar, austin, have been hooking up for a while and he can’t hold back when it comes to you

ultraviolence (smut) you and austin discard movie night for something better

road head (smut) you decide to make the drive home a little more interesting

let’s go make a film (smut) austin asks if you would ever wanna make a sex tape

sweet nothing (fluff) austin uses your love for taylor swift against you

right where you left me (angst) austin finds someone else while filming in ohio

— riley green

worst way (smut) riley finally comes home, and he needs you terribly

— callum turner

sore (angst) joe rantz’s (boys in the boat) sore muscles lead to massages, whimpers, and a sarcastic argument

like a wrecking ball (smut) you send john egan nudie photos while he’s deployed, which just makes him even more excited to finally get home to you

— glen powell

talk too much (fluff) you’re glen’s makeup artist and glen won’t stop talking

chase it (smut) tyler has been harboring a severe crush on the team’s new meteorologist, but he’s scared she’s smart enough to reject him.. why can’t he follow his own mantra?

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the cowboy hat rule

summary: you and austin are at a bar and you put on another guy’s cowboy hat.

warning: smut, sexual harassment, angst, friends to lovers, alcohol mention, cowboy!au austin, fem!reader

“austin, c’mon! we came here to have fun!” you whined to your best friend, hand tugging at the denim jacket he was wearing. you’d been trying to get him to come to the dance floor with you since you arrived, but he wouldn’t budge.

“go on, doll. i might come in a little bit.” he laughed as he watched you pout. you huffed a breath before turning to the crowd and making your way to the dancing line. austin watched as you jumped right in, dancing with all the other people who grew up on the same line dances. he watched as your hair was tossed over your shoulder when you turned, facing away from him. his eyes traveled a bit lower, much to his disdain, and marveled at your hips and your ass. those jeans you wore never failed to make his heart flutter and make blood rush his cheeks.

to get his mind off of you for a moment, he turned away from the railing and walked towards the bar to get another beer. he adjusted his cowboy hat sitting atop his head as the bartender passed him the glass bottle. he lifted it up to his lips, taking a sip, and turned to check on you. and what he saw nearly made his blood boil.

there you were, dancing with the group of people, but a man was behind you. his hands were splayed around your waist, dragging to back to him. you were laughing, so cutely innocent at his intentions.

austin sighed, closing his eyes to relax himself and to remind himself that you weren’t his. you had the freedom of flirting with shitty dudes at bars. just as he was calming down, he opened his eyes to see the man placing his cowboy hat on your head, smiling smugly. you were smiling, adjusting the hat. you had no clue, and the thought just aggravated austin more. this guy really believed he was gonna take you home.

“oh, hell no.” austin muttered to himself, swigging the last of his beer and laying down some money on the counter before walking to the dance floor.

“austin!” you cheered, arms outstretched for him. he smiled tightly at you, moving his cold gaze to the man still touching you. without even looking at you, austin grabbed the hat off your head and l pushed it into the guy’s chest, making him take a few steps back.

“what the fuck, man?” he slurred, obviously drunk.

“don’t even fuckin’ think about touching her.” austin seethed, turning to face you. your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but you allowed austin to guide you away from the man.

“she wanted it, man! you saw her wearin’ my damn hat.” the guy called out to you both, austin stopped in his tracks taking a deep breath. “you can’t tell me she didn’t know the rule. a pretty little thing like that, she was asking for it.”

that pushed austin over the edge, turning around with his fists clenched. he face the guy, squaring his shoulders before punching him, a gnarly crack was heard and you gasped as the guy fell to the ground.

“austin!” you grabbed his arm, dragging him away from everyone. “what the fuck?”

his eyes never strayed from the man, his jaw clenched and eyes dark. he was huffing, chest heaving until you brought your hand to his cheek and his eyes softened as he turned his gaze to you.

“c’mon. we’re going home.” his voice was thick, accent barely peaking through. despite his hard exterior, his hand softly clutched yours to guide you out of the bar and into his old, beat up truck. he opened the door for you and closed it before walking to the drivers side and resting his hands on the steering wheel.

“are we gonna talk about that?” he ignored you, turning the key in the ignition and leaving the old bar in a cloud of dust. you sat silently, staring at your hands sitting in your lap. the radio was on playing an old george strait hit which did wonders to ease the tense silence between you two.

before you knew it, you had arrived at austin’s house. it was always tradition for the two of you to have a weekend together. your busy work schedules never allowed the time to hang out during the week.

austin threw the truck in park and took the key out of the ignition. you turned your head towards him, silently begging for an explanation. he nodded to himself before taking a deep breath and looking out of the window to avoid your piercing gaze.

“you know the hat rule?” he asked. his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.

“no.” you stated softly. despite living in the south all your life, you never really got into the whole ‘cowboy aesthetic’ you didn’t know many staple songs, you didn’t know all the line dances, and apparently there was a rule about a man’s cowboy hat.

“wear the hat, ride the cowboy? it’s basically… it’s basically a way for a guy to claim you without having to ask.” his nostrils flared at the thought of you with him. he couldn’t help but imagine his hands all over you, in places his hands should be. “i know you’re upset about me losing my temper, but you think i could just sit there and let him do that?”

“austin.. i didn’t know. you think i would’ve let him if i knew?” you scoffed, how could he be mad at you if you were clueless to their whole cowboy gang rules? “why are you so upset about it anyways?”

“y/n—”

“am i not allowed to be with other guys?” you were getting angry now. austin had always drove the men away that you even found the slightest of interest in, but you never understood why. he had his other girlfriends, though they’d never last long. after the breakups, he’d come running into your arms. he’d take solace in your presence and you’d comfort him in any way he needed. you’ve had feelings for him for all your life, but you never thought he felt the same. being his best friend was enough for you, but you were starting to hate that he never wanted you with any other guy except him. “you always drive away any man that breathes near me.”

“cause i like you!” he yelled, making you flinch. he sighed, grabbing your hand from your lap and turning to face you. “you have no idea how long i’ve been in love with you, y/n. i wake up thinkin’ bout you, i go to sleep thinkin’ about you. it’s- it’s a fucking sickness. every time i even think about someone else having you, i just— i get furious. i understand if you don’t feel the same way, but please, please don’t abandon me. i’ve gone my whole life with these feelings, i think i can manage.”

you were shocked, your eyes looked over everything about him. his freckles, his eyes, his plump lips, his nose, everything. everything that you’d ever wanted to hear from him just spilled from his lips. you didn’t know what to say or what to do. your hands were moving before you could stop them and grabbed the hat off the top of his head before placing it on yours, cheeks tinting pink at your boldness. you didn’t need to say anything because austin had already pushed forward to capture your lips with his. his sighed into it, this was everything he’d ever wanted and more. it was better than he imagined. he could taste your chapstick and he could smell the perfume you put on, slightly putting him in a trance.

austin’s hands found your waist, dragging you over to sit on his lap. you giggled as you accidentally hit the horn, throwing a leg over his. the tip of his hat was hitting his forehead and austin tipped it back on your head. his tongue traced against your bottom lip, a whimper from him that was muffled against you as his tongue massaged yours. his touch felt electric against you and you could feel his cock hardening through his jeans.

“let’s go inside, yeah?” you mumbled against his lips, breaths heaving and hearts pounding. he nodded, pulling the handle on the door. you expected him to put you down, but he just carried you to the porch, unlocking the door with one hand and the other supporting your bottom. he guided you to the kitchen where he set you down on the counter. your legs stayed wrapped around his waist as he brought his kisses down to your neck, licking, sucking, and biting the soft skin and most definitely leaving marks for you to admire the next morning.

you felt austin’s hands drift their way to the jeans you were wearing, unbuttoning them slowly and taking the zipper down. he pulled them down your legs, his fingertips, barely grazing you, left goosebumps on your skin and you hurriedly kicked them off your ankles and onto the kitchen floor. he leaned back to admire you for a second, cropped white tank top riding up with all the wiggling you were doing and letting him catch a glimpse of your stomach. he eyed your delicate panties, a bow at the hem that was driving him crazy and the wet spot over your core that had him nearly falling to his knees.

“so gorgeous, honey.” you blushed at his words, hands shielding your face from his eyes. “no, none of that.” he grabbed your hands and kissed your palms. you leaned up, capturing his lips again and you moaned when you felt his bulge grind against your clothed clit. the noises coming from you sent austin into a frenzy, leaning away from you again to undo his belt and his jeans, pushing them down his legs. he toyed with the hem of your panties, admiring the innocent bow once again, then tugged them down your legs at an agonizingly slow speed. you wanted him all over you, wanted to feel him, kiss him, love him. you wanted it all, and you wanted it now.

“god, austin. fuck me.” you heaved, back arching off the countertop in pleasure. austin laughed breathlessly, shaking his head.

“i’ve waited my whole life for this, i’m gonna soak it all in, angel.” your heart swelled at his words, you knew he was right. but you just had to argue.

“why take it slow? gonna have me for the rest of your life.” his head dropped against your chest, a groan coming out against the material of your tanktop.

“you’re gonna kill me.” he shook his head against you, kissing your clothed chest. he moved down, kissing the bare skin of your stomach just above your naval. you were squirming when he finally set his sights on your core and he laid his arm over your hips to keep you still. “such a pretty pussy, honey. all this for me?” his finger gathered the wetness at your entrance, pushing it into you and you bit your lip to contain the curses begging to spill out.

“all for you.” you said breathily, leaning up on your elbows to watch him begin to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling the two digits to stretch you out.

“so tight.” he muttered before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking at the bud, your arms collapsed underneath you and you laid back on the cold counter. your legs wrapped around his head, ankles crossing behind his neck. the cowboy hat on your head tipped in front of your eyes as it hit the counter and you moved to take it off, but austin hummed around your clit, the vibration making you clench around his fingers. “leave it on.”

you moaned again, legs clenching around his head even tighter. your orgasm was approaching much faster than you intended, with his tongue doing wonders on your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you at a perfect pace, it was hard to hold back. he could tell you were close by your sounds, your movements, your core clenching his fingers harder and harder with every thrust. just as you were tipping over the edge, austin pulled his fingers out, leaving you a gasping mess. you whined, but it was short-lived as austin moved up to take the hat off your head and kiss you deeply, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to push you into him.

he couldn’t get enough of you, he felt crazy. he felt like a crazy, starved man. he knew once he got his fix, his hands, his mouth, his mind would never leave you.

“take me to the bedroom.” you whispered against his lips and he pulled you up, lips still attached, and carried you bridal style to the master suite. you giggled as he plopped you down on the soft duvet, your hair splayed behind you. austin smiled down at you making you blush and turn away.

“don’t get all shy on me now, princess.” he laughed, hand rubbing up and down in your bare leg. he stood straight and took off his jacket, leaving him in just a plain white t-shirt. you could see the muscles of his toned stomach through the material and you had to clench your legs at the sight. you leaned up, now sitting on your knees with him standing in front of you, and played with the hem of his shirt. “take it off if you want to, honey.” you bit your lip at the sweet name falling from his lips, raising the hem of his shirt higher and higher until it was thrown to the ground. you marveled at the sight of him. his chest, with hairs littered about, had freckles all over from days spent in the sun. his stomach was lean with abs that made your mouth water. but your favorite sight was his happy trail, hairs going from the bottom of his belly button down to what you wanted most.

“can i take these off, too?” you looked up at him through your lashes, toying with the elastic band of his underwear. he nodded, breathing heavily through his nose. you tugged the band down his legs and he kicked them off. his cock was a sight, the tip was leaking precum from the arousal you caused him and so, so pretty. the tamed hair around his pelvic bones made you ever wetter. your hand wrapped itself around the shaft and you brought the tip to your lips, kissing away the bead of his arousal. austin sighed loudly, leaning his head back. you went further down on him, but you couldn’t fit it all. you slowly jerked off what you couldn’t fit and bobbed your head around what you could. austin was a whimpering mess, hands finding comfort in your hair and, most likely, tangling it.

“god, i’m already close.” your eyes were watering as you took him deeper. a few minutes later, you felt him twitch inside your mouth and you picked up your pace. you looked up to see austin shaking his head before he gently pulled out of your mouth. “wanna finish inside of you.”

“jesus christ.” you moaned, laying back down on the bed. austin kneeled between your legs, jerking himself off for a second before finding your entrance. he looked into your eyes for consent and you nodded. he pushed in gently, eyes shutting tightly and jaw clenching.

“feels like you were fuckin’ made for me, angel.” he said through gritted teeth. once he bottomed out, you both let out a breath of pleasure. austin’s slow hands wrapped around the thickness of your thighs before bringing them around his hips, hinting that he wanted you to wrap your legs around him. you did as hinted, locking your ankles at his lower back as he pulled out ever so slowly and started thrusting a slow pace to get you used to him.

“faster.” you whispered, your hand reaching the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. he sped up, his cock hitting any and all angles inside you. you were a moaning mess against his lips, your heavy breaths mixing with his. your foreheads were pressed together and the eye contact between the two of you was searing and almost too much to bear. you lifted your hips to meet his quick thrusts, making austin whimper and tuck his face into your neck. “fuckin’ me so good, honey. you feel so good.” you praised, which apparently austin liked because his hips snapped roughly into yours, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. you moaned loudly and the sound reverberated off the walls and came back to your ears.

“want you to ride me.” austin groaned in your ear and you nodded against the side of his head, pressing a kiss to his cheek sweetly. he turned you both over, keeping his length inside of you. as you sat down against his thighs, he hit even deeper. your feet were planted on the bed on either side of his thighs and you started to bounce on his cock, moving your hair to the side to get it out of your face. austin leaned up, chest pressed against yours, and brought his lips to yours. his hands grabbed your hips and rocked you even harder against him. you pushed his head back, kissing his neck and leaving lingering tattoo kisses against the smooth skin.

your orgasm was already building, the coil in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter with every perfect thrust. your legs were getting tired and austin could tell, so he leaned up fully, laying you down and fucking into you harder. he felt you clench around him, driving him crazy.

“perfect cunt clenching me so tight. you close, angel?” he asked gruffly into your ear. you moaned in response, your nails scratching down his back and leaving bright red marks. “me, too. hold it for a second, baby.”

“c-can’t.” you stuttered, your legs shaking and eyes tearing up at the overstimulation. “i w-want you to cum inside of me.” you whispered to him. austin moaned again, biting the skin on your neck. his thrusts fell out of pace and his cock twitched inside of you. with just a few more thrusts, your eyes clouded over, your body shook, and your climax reached its peak. you locked your legs tighter around austin, holding him close to you so he couldn’t pull out. whispering sweet praises into his ear, he groaned and you felt his warm seed spilling into you and he fucked it into you further. he collapsed against your chest, hearts beating in sync and so full of love.

“i love you, y/n.” he kissed the bare skin of your chest, his cheeks blushing a rose color.

“i love you more, aus.” he leaned up to kiss you before he slowly pulled out. you whined, but austin pressed his lips to yours to muffle the noise.

“i know, honey. i’ll be right back. gotta clean you up.” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose before disappearing into his bathroom. you could already imagine the ache your body would feel tomorrow, but right now? all that mattered was that your boy was finally yours. he belonged to you and you to him. it was perfect.

the waiting, the pining, the yearning, it was all worth it to you, because now you finally had him and you knew neither of you would let the other leave your arms ever again. and all of this… just because of a dumb cowboy rule.

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right where you left me..

summary: austin comes back from filming only to tell you he’s met another girl

warning: angst, heartbreak

you sat crossed legged in the dim light of the fancy restaurant austin told you to meet him. you were practically vibrating in excitement. he’d been away in ohio filming bike riders for some time now, but he was finally coming home to you.

he’d been distant lately, much to your concern. he texted, but only a few times a day. he only answered the phone right before he went to sleep, which limited your conversations and, predictably, put on a strain on your relationship. you were sure once he was back in your arms that you both would be okay.

you took extra time getting ready for tonight. you shaved every hair on your body, moisturized every nook and cranny, put on his favorite perfume, and even tweezed some stray brow hairs. you put on a nice, low-cut back dress and pinned your hair up with a few strands falling down to frame your face.

cut back to reality, you were checking the small gold watch on your wrist over and over. 5 minutes late, 8 minutes late, 12, 15, 20.

at the 25 minute mark, you saw your golden boy rush through the doors. his eyes were searching for you, his tense shoulders relaxing when he saw you in the back corner of the huge, but quiet, room. you stood with your hands clasped together in front of you. you bit your lip in excitement and finally made his way to you.

“hi.” he said quietly, bending down to hug you. you were taken aback by his behavior, usually he’d nearly break your body in half with his embrace and he’d smother you with kisses, never caring about anyone who might be watching. you laughed, brushing it off. maybe he’s just tired.

“hi, you.” you muttered back, he loosened his grip, stepping back and sitting in the booth. your eyesbrows furrowed, but you followed his actions, sitting across from him. “something wrong?”

“i, uh—” he got cut off by the waitress coming over with a bottle of wine and two glasses, you both smiled gratefully at her and watched as she left. “how have you been?” he asked, which confused you further. he was never like this. so… vague. you worried on your bottom lip with your teeth, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“i’ve been— been good. bored without you.” you laughed slightly, but he didn’t. it was then that you noticed the usual sparkle in his eyes dim. the rosiness that normally tinted his cheeks had completely vanished. a lump formed in your throat, tears already threatening to pool at your waterline. “aus, what’s going on?”

“you are… the best thing,” he sniffled, looking down. he couldn’t make eye contact with you knowing he was about to break you. he loved you. he loved you so, so much. but the girl waiting for him at his house had captured him. captured his heart and soul without a moments notice. he didn’t mean for it to happen. he was happy with you, even thought about proposing and moving somewhere a little more family friendly than los angeles. “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.”

“but..” you leaned forward, begging him to continue. your hands had dropped down to your lap, your fingers picking at the skin around your thumbs. you didn’t necessarily need him to answer, you knew what was going through his head, you always did. you wanted to hear him say it to your face.

“i met someone. in ohio.” he voice was thick with sadness, the last word of his sentence coming out in a broken mutter. “y/n… i don’t know how to do this.”

“you love her?” you tried to smile at him, but when your cheeks lifted a tear slipped down. austin leaned forward to catch it, but you backed away, wiping it with your index finger.

“i’m so sorry. you’ll never know how sorry i am.” austin shook his head, trying to make you look at him. “y/n.”

“5 years.” you whispered to yourself, looking up at him for the first time since he admitted his new love. “5 years, austin.”

he flinched when you said his full name, but he didn’t know why. your usual nicknames and pet names always made him so happy and he never really realized how much he hated hearing you say his full name. he thought about chickening out, say it was all a joke, but she was at his home. she was waiting for him.

“it’s new.” he shrugged with a sad smile. “it’s new and she was there when i had no one.”

“you had me.” you interrupted sternly, causing patrons to look over at you, but you didn’t care. “anytime you called, i picked up. 2 am, 4 am. it didn’t matter, as long as i got to hear your voice. and you’re telling me you had no one? i stayed here, without you, rooting for you and supporting you in whatever you did. and you’re sitting here acting sorry for cheating on me.”

“y/n, that’s not how—”

“just go.” you muttered, rubbing the side of your neck with your hand and looking down at your lap. the wine glass stayed untouched as he stood up. his eyes admired you for a few more moments. he begged himself to say something, touch you, apologize, anything. instead, he just nodded to himself and walked out of the restaurant. the tears you had been holding back finally rolled down your face and you didn’t your best to dab them away with the cloth napkin sitting on the table, but to no avail. you didn’t sob, you didn’t chase after him. you just stayed, silently staring at the place he’d just been sitting.

you sat for so long, your fingers playing with the rim of the wine glass before you finally brought it up to your lips to take a sip. a sip turned into a glass and a glass turned into the whole bottle. you could feel dust settling on your pinned up hair, hearing guests mutter about what a sad sight you were. you didn’t know why you stayed. maybe you thought he’d change your mind and come back to you.

crossed legged in the dim light, you stayed there.

right where he left you.

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only angel

summary: in which austin knows you’re bad for him, but he can’t get enough.

warnings: smutt, smut, more smut, austin pining over you, priscilla!actress reader

austin knew the two of you could never get away with it. he knew you would break his heart, get onto the next person, and act as if he never existed. he knew once the movie press was over, you two would go back to just being “friends” but he couldn’t stand it.

he couldn’t stand the men who looked at you like you were a piece of meat, couldn’t stand the media publishing every encounter you had, he especially couldn’t stand the way you looked at him when he passed you in the hallways of your hotel.

you both were on your way back from an event and he had just went to get some snacks. you were dressed in your nightie, but makeup and hair still done, a bottle of water tucked under your arm. he was still dressed in his slacks and button down, but had tossed the jacket haphazardly in his room as soon as he had got in. your eyes wandered down his chest, where a few buttons were undone, and caught a glimpse of the hairs littered about the exposed area.

he nearly broke his finger knocking on your room door, praying that you would let him in. you couldn’t get out two words before he pushed his way in, closing the door harshly with his foot as he pulled you into a kiss.

“aus,” you spoke breathily, pulling back from the man who was still gripping you as if you’d disappear into the air. “slow down.”

“why, why, baby.” his voice wavered, but you had caught it. a slight whimper in his tone and you rolled your eyes with a smile as he tucked his face into your neck.

“we got all night.” you laughed, looking over his shoulder to check the time. “it’s literally only 9 o’clock.”

“please, been wanting you all fucking day.” he purred, pulling back just slightly to look you in the eyes. you bit your lip, eyes scanning his face.

austin was one of the few guys you could see yourself with for a long time. he treated you like a princess and you soaked up every minute of it.

“been wanting you, too. know how hard it was for me to sit in that event for hours and wasn’t even allowed to touch you?” you whispered in his ear, feeling his body shudder underneath you. his kissed your neck, licking and pecking that sweet spot he knew all too well. you felt his hands roam the backsides of your thighs, up to your ass where he smoothed his hands over the silk material of your pajamas.

“let’s take it slow then, huh?” you could hear the smile in his voice. he’d been growing out his facial hair for a week or so and you could feel the tamed hair tickling your skin in the most delectable way. his hands went back to your thighs, lifting you easily in his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he laid you down on the bed. you lifted his head from the crook of your neck, admiring the way his eyes shone under the golden hue of the multiple lamps in the room. you admired the way his cupids bow curved so prettily and you couldn’t help yourself but to your bring up your index finger and trace it. austin opened his mouth slightly, taking the digit into his mouth and you moaned as he swirled his tongue around it. he dragged himself away, kissing the pad of it, then bending down to kiss you. “wanna taste you, angel.”

austin’s lips traveled from yours, down to your chin, your jaw, your chest, your clothed stomach, and finally to your parted thighs. he lifted the hem of your nightie just above your belly button and groaned at your lack of underwear. “you know me too well.” you couldn’t respond back, a choked moan escaping your lips when he licked a stripe up your wetness, collecting all that he caused prior. you grasped his hair, tugging the roots in the way you knew he liked. his tongue moved up to your clit, circling the bud before closing his lips around it. his name was falling from your lips and your body was arching from the pleasure. it only intensified when he brought two fingers up to your entrance, slowing scissoring his way in. you sighed as he hit your spot, thrusting his fingers in and out at a perfect pace.

austin always knew how to touch you. how to make sure you’d unravel just for him, so you weren’t surprised when you could already feel your orgasm approaching you.

“s-stop, aus.” you breathed out, tugging the roots of his hair three times as he looked up at you, lips, cheeks, and chin glistening with your wetness. he looked at you questioningly, you never told him to stop while he was going down on you. “wanna cum on your cock, honey.”

he groaned, burying his face in your thigh, biting the skin teasingly and you giggled leaning up to meet him in a kiss. he sighed into it, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he pressed deeper onto your lips.

lips still locked, you reached down, undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. he kicked them off his ankles and lifted the silk pajamas over your head, tossing them somewhere on the floor. hips trailed from yours, found solace in your neck for a while, before kissing the valley of your chest. you sighed as he took your nipple into his mouth, biting softly to tease you.

you felt him against your thigh, length hard and precum spilling from the tip and you let your hand wander to it, spreading the seed around his head before jerking him in your hand. austin groaned, face buried in your chest, breath hot and heavy against your skin.

“let me fuck you. god, let me fuck you.” he whimpered into your skin, pressing sweet kisses here and there while you guided his cock to your entrance. you both moaned in unison at the feeling of him stretching you out. “so tight f’me. like you were made just for me.”

he pulled out, leaving just the tip, before snapping his hips to yours. your head was tossed back, jaw slack and panting breaths escaping your lips. austin’s hands went down to your legs, bringing them up as he leaned back and laid them over his shoulders, hitting an even deeper angle. you moaned loudly, watching as he hugged your legs to him. your calves were smushing his cheeks and he turned his head to press a kiss to each. his dynamic never failed to amuse you. here he was, fucking you like he had something to take out on someone, yet pressing sweet kisses to your skin and looking at you lovingly.

austin’s heart was never as full as it was when you were with him. he never smiled as much, never laughed as much. you were so, so important to him. he begged and begged to himself every night when he laid his head down to sleep that you’d wake up and want to be with him, but it never happened. as long as you two had your secret moments in quiet rooms, he’d suffice.

“god, angel, taking me so good.” he moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. you bit your lip to contain the noises begging to escape, austin caught onto your act. he brought his finger to your bottom lip, pulling it from your teeth and leaning down to kiss you. “none of that, let me hear you.”

“god, austin,” you whined. “harder.”

“as she wishes.” he snapped his hips harder into you, moans reverberating off the walls and back to your own ears. all of your senses were overwhelmed with him. his lips, his eyes, his golden chain hanging in front of your face, it all too much. you felt your climax approaching, clenching around him and he panted as you squeezed him. “perfect pussy. you close, angel?”

“yes, yes. aus,” your legs wrapped around him tighter, meeting his body with every thrust. austin leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before tucking his head between your jaw and shoulder. every noise, every breath he let out sent you closer and closer. “come with me.” you breathed into his ear, kissing his cheek sweetly and austin whimpered, nodding against you.

“ready?” he asked, hips losing their pace as he twitched inside you. your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. the coil in your stomach tightened before it released, a loud moan drawing from your lips as austin thrusted even harder. he went to pull out, but you stopped him and he whined.

“look at me.” you held his face in your hands, admiring every detail at its finest. his eyes locked on yours as he came, pushing his seed further into you. you smiled, pushing the hair out of his eyes. he leaned into your touch, a sigh leaving his lips. “what’s wrong, blondie?”

“let me be yours.” you knew it was coming, it always did. he’d make love to you, milking you for everything you had, then he’d have that crashing wave of sadness and yearning. you thought about it every time, all the time really. you thought about him every hour of every day, but you were scared. you didn’t want to be hurt again. you knew, logically, that he’d never hurt you. still, the thought of being treated like shit lingered in your mind. “tell me what’s going on in that pretty head.”

“i—” you looked away from his piercing gaze. his fingers drew shapes on your skin, his lips kissed your skin anywhere he could reach. he won’t hurt me. “okay.”

“w-what?” austin stuttered, his lips stopping their movements and his pupils blown wide when you looked back at him.

“let’s try it.”

“oh, my god.” he laughed, kissing your lips and you smiled into it, giggling when he gripped your face between his hands. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, angel.”

“and you’re mine.” he left another searing kiss to your lips and you felt him harden inside of you again.

“round two? as an exclusive couple?”

“fuck, yeah.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

all mine

summary: you told austin if he won the golden globe that you’d let him do anything to you.

warnings: smut, oral (fem & male receiving), throat fucking, bondage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, spit, choking, etc.

you lazily sat atop austin’s lap, lips pressed to his neck, breathing heavy and moaning softly every now and then when you ground your hips into his. your lips found their way to his ear where you whispered, “if you win tomorrow night, i’ll let you do anything you want to me.” you ended your sentence with a peck to his lobe and austin strangled out a moan.

“guess i have all the more reason to try and win, don’t i, doll?”

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your eyes closed, fingers crossed, praying to anything that could hear you.

“…and the award goes to….” the presenter, liticia wright, dragged. your hand was intertwined with austin’s, ready to face whatever happened next.

“austin butler.” your head snapped over to your boyfriend, your other half, his head was bowed and you could tell he was already holding back tears of joy. he put his life into this movie. he risked his relationship with you, his family, his friends, everything. and it was finally paying off.

you, along with everyone at the table stood up in a standing ovation. austin gave his sister, ashley, a hug first with a kiss pressed to her cheek, then to baz who looked like the proudest person to ever exist. and finally, he turned to you. his smile was wide and he hugged the life out of you, whispering his gratitude and love before he pulled away, not without leaving a searing kiss to your lips. you wiped under your eyes, laughing along with ashley.

you watched as he made his way up to the stage, shaking hands with quentin tarantino and brad pitt on his way up. his speech was beautiful and you couldn’t help but to shed a few tears during it. the crowed erupted with applause once again when he was finished and you couldn’t wait to see your boy, your winner, again in a few moments.

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you and austin attended the after-party for a little while, before you both decided to go home. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. his hands were either always clutching yours or attached to your waist, never leaving his side for a second.

“you remember our deal?” austin asked you on the way home, hand on your thigh and music playing softly from the radio.

“hm?” your brows furrowed before they shot up in realization. “aren’t you tired?”

“i couldn’t sleep right now even if someone injected melatonin into my veins.” you laughed at this, you were both pretty wired from all the adrenaline and you were getting heated just from the thought of what he’d planned.

“anything you want, baby.” you patted the hand that was on your thigh and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“good thing we’re here, don’t know how much longer i can go without touching you.” you squirmed at his words, cheeks tinting a shade a pink. the driveway seemed to go on for too long and you took your seatbelt off as soon as the car was in park. you stepped out of the car, waiting for austin to join you at your side. he held his award in one hand and reached for yours with his other. the two of you giggling like kids all through the house.

you kicked off your heels at the door, telling austin you were going to the bathroom. you turned down the hallway, hiking up your dress a bit so you didn’t trip and made your way to the master bath. austin came in right after you, seeing you struggle with the clasp of your necklace.

“let me.” he said gently, moving your hair off your neck and his touch sent chills up your spine. he undid the clasp and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade. you turned to him, your hands going around his neck. he dragged his fingers from your wrists, to your shoulders and settling around your hips. he leaned down, capturing your lips into a sweet kiss. you wanted more, needed more. your hand pushed his head back towards you when he tried to pull away, your tongue tracing his bottom lip and he sighed at the contact, gripping your waist tighter. he wrapped his arms around your frame, hoisting you up onto the counter and your spread your legs for him to stand between them, the kiss never breaking.

“my winner.” you whispered, dragging your kiss to his neck, licking and sucking at every area of skin that was visible to you. “so talented, so fucking gorgeous. let me show you how much you mean to me.” austin groaned at your words, his head leaning back when he felt you slide off the counter, body right against his. you pushed him back just a bit and knelt down in front of him. you untucked his button-up, pulling his belt loose and watching his pants fall to the floor. his cock was begging for attention, hard and up against the waistband of his boxers. you palmed him over the fabric, hearing him hiss above you.

“so pretty, on your knees just for me. all mine. isn’t that right, baby?” austin’s words were quick and hoarse in his throat, neediness coating every syllable.

“all yours, honey.” you confirmed, looking up to make eye contact with the blonde as you tantalizingly pulled his boxers down.

“thought our deal was i could get to do whatever i wanted to you. not the other way around.” austin teased, jaw clenching as you licked the tip.

“you don’t want this?” you asked innocently, pretending to stand up, but austin laid a firm hand on your shoulder to keep you from getting up.

“don’t even fucking think about it.” he gritted and you smiled, going back licking the tip of his cock, leading up to the shaft and taking him wholly. he moaned your name, fingers gathering your hair into a ponytail to keep it out of your face. “let me fuck your throat, darlin’”

you responded by opening your mouth wider, relaxing your throat and letting him thrust into your mouth, you gagged around him, nails digging into his thigh. the pain only pushed him further, thrusting softly into your mouth. you squeezed your legs together, wetness surely seeping out your barely-there underwear. you dropped one of your hands that was on his thigh went to soothe your aching clit, trying to get any sort of pleasure.

“nope, can’t touch yourself yet, honey. wait until i tell you to do something. can you do that?” his tone was mocking and you looked up at him through your lashes, nodding. “such a good girl, i’m already close.” he pushed further into your mouth, thrusting a bit harder. he twitched into your mouth before pulling out and letting you jerk him off. your mouth was open wide, waiting greedily for all he had to give you. you sucked the tip, wrapping your hand around the rest of him and he came with a soft cry of your name, his cum spilling into your mouth and you swallowed all of it, milking his orgasm. “get undressed and get on the bed, i’ll be back in a second.” austin muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, tasting himself on your tongue.

you did as told as quickly as you could, slipping off your dress and drenched underwear. your wardrobe didn’t require you to wear a bra and you thanked the time saver. you walked over to the bed, sitting on your knees and patiently waited for austin to return to you.

it didn’t take long for him to come back to the bedroom, a black box in hand. you scrunched your brows in confusion. he laid the box on the nightstand and stood in front of you, he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before taking it off, too. his index finger and thumb gripped your chin and tilted your head up, he leaned down to kiss you. you tried to wrap your arms around him, but he pushed them back.

“no touching, no noises, and do not come until i tell you to. understood, princess?” austin whispered against your lips and your jaw dropped. this was something the two of you have never tried within the years of dating. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you even more heated, legs clenching in a desperate attempt to get any sort of pressure to yourself. you nodded, despite the nerves settled deep within your chest and austin hummed while smiling softly. “so good for me.” he pressed another kiss to your lips. “lay down, honey.”

and you did, you sat back so your head was just below where the headboard started and you laid your head comfortably on the pillow underneath. austin admired the sight in front of him for a few moments. you sprawled out, hair splayed on the pillows, legs smooth bent at the knees, arms outstretched the length of the bed. your lips, plump from all the kissing you two had done tonight, cheeks flushed, and eyes dazzling under the soft glow of the lamps on either side of the bed. you were a dream in austin’s eyes. so perfect and so pretty, he had never met anyone who made him feel the way you make him feel.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you teased, biting away the smile that pulled at your lips. austin chuckled breathlessly and nodded. he grabbed the black box from the nightstand and set it beside you. you watched him take the top off, an array of items were tossed in and your eyes widened at the sensual black silk ties he pulled out. he looked up at you, asking silent confirmations and you nodded slowly.

“arms up, angel.” he knelt down beside you and you put your wrists together and brought them over your head. austin kissed each wrist before tying the silk around them and set them onto the bed post in the middle of the headboard. “not too tight?” you shook your head. he set the top of the box over it and discarded it back to the nightstand. he walked over to the center of the bed, admiring your submissive state, then laying down in front of you. you squirmed, just wanting his mouth, his fingers, anything. “be still.” he said, setting an arm over your hips to stall your movements. he blew onto your bare wetness, you shivered at the cool air. austin slowly, teasingly dragged his tongue up your slit, collecting all the arousal you had and you bit your lip to contain the sounds you so desperately wanted to make. “such a good girl, being so quiet.”

he halted his teasing by closing his lips around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud and moaning around you. he always thought you tasted so good, like fucking candy. he could never get enough of you. he focused his attention on your clit, his fingers finding your entrance and teasing you by prodding the tips of his fingers at your hole, but never going in. you huffed, back arching off the bed as he laughed around your bud, the vibration driving you to near insanity. he finally decided to give in to you, his fingers sinking deep in you and you gasped as he hit your g-spot. if you knew you wouldn’t get in trouble, you’d be almost yelling at the pleasure you were feeling, but you decided to play it safe.

just as quickly as austin dipped his fingers in, he pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue. he licked and slurped like this life depended on it, his nose was brushing your clit and he shook his head back and forth to give it some stimulation. the sensation was all too much and austin could tell you were close by how your breathing shallowed and your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“don’t cum.” he warned. and you whined, the sound coming out as a choked sob. “you’re doing so good baby, just give me a few more minutes.” you pulled and tugged at the ties around your wrists, you wanted to touch him so badly. you wanted to hold his head to your center until you finished, you wanted to tug his hair how you knew he loved so deeply. you writhed and writhed, your orgasm approaching you faster than you could stop it. austin’s fingers were back inside you, thrusting and scissoring, his mouth was around your clit again. he was moaning around you on purpose, knowing it would bring you closer and closer to tipping off the edge. your thighs were shaking and your wrists were getting sore from how hard you were pulling. you were surprised the bed post didn’t break at the base. “okay, honey. let it go. all over me, on my tongue. can’t wait for you to cum all over my cock, sweet girl.” his words pushed you over the edge. your moans were nearly pornographic, your toes were curled, your head was lulled back against the bed, and austin nearly came just from the scene.

he stood back, taking off his dress shirt. he wiped his mouth off that was cover in your slick, licking his fingers. he leaned over you, skillfully untying the black silk and your hands immediately came to the sides of his face, bringing him down to kiss you. you moaned into it, his tongue pushed its way past your lips and massaged everywhere it could reach.

you could feel austin lining his cock with your entrance and let a drawn out moan as he pushed himself in. his head found solace in the space between your head and shoulder, leaving loving kisses while he waited for you to adjust around him.

“fuck me, austin.” you whispered into his ear, kissing just below it. you pushed his hair back away from his face, admiring his beauty. he was the embodiment of sunshine and you could never get away from him. he was like a drug, a euphoric drug that you never wanted to get sober of. “i’m all yours.”

“all mine.” he confirmed before pulling out and slamming back into you. you tossed your head back, your eyes clenched in pleasure. as he found his pace, you wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts and forcing him deeper into you. he pulled back, sitting on his knees, to look at where you met. he locked in on the sight of your greed pussy taking him whole and you leaned up on your elbows to gaze as well. his hands trailed from your ankle, to your thigh, hoisting it back up around his waist to hit a new angle and fuck, you thought you were going to pass out.

“god, aus. fucking me so good, always take care of me. should win an award for best cock, jesus christ.” you praised through gritted teeth, falling on your back again. austin leaned your other leg back so it was closer to your head. you couldn’t form a single syllable, eyes rolling back and your second orgasm was near. you clenched around him, causing him to groan and tighten his grip on your legs.

“look at this perfect pussy, god. you’re so beautiful. taking me so well, letting me use you.” his words only turned you on further, your clenching was a silent message to him that you were close to coming. “hold out a second, baby. i’m almost there.”

“together?” you question sounded more like a statement and austin nodded, thrusting faster and harder into you. your fingers intertwined with his that was holding your leg. your stomach was churning, the pleasure becoming too much.

“ready?” you nodded, close to screaming. “1, 2, 3–” you felt his warmth fill you up, pushing you over the edge. your entire body was convulsing from the overstimulation, yours and austin’s juices dripping out of you and austin brought his finger up to gather some of it before letting you taste it. he marveled at the sight of you, so fucked out and so, so pretty. he leaned up, telling you to open your mouth and you did. his tongue dragged from your chin to your lips sensually before spitting into your open mouth. you swallowed it and austin smiled. “get up, want you to ride me.”

“aus, i can’t take—” he stopped your words by pressing a kiss to your lips and flipping the two of you over with ease. he was still inside you and the new angle caused him to hilt at your g-spot even sitting still. you huffed out a breath of pleasure, slowly beginning to bounce up and down on him. sounds of skin hitting skin and your wetness made austin impossibly harder and he had to bite his lip to hold off on finishing before you even started to ride him.

you already felt the exhaustion enter your body from all the previous orgasms austin pulled out of you. after the first few seconds, austin notice how you slowed down on him, just beginning to grind over his length. you hummed, mouth closed in a tight line as his tamed patch of hair brushed and tickled your clit. austin watched, wide-eyed, practically drooling over you. he brought his hands to your waist, lifting his hips up to trust into you. you cried out, his tip hitting your spot over and over again. you were seeing stars, your hand went to the headboard for support and austin took the opportunity to kiss, lick, bite, and suck at your tits. so perfect and perky, all his. he would never let you go.

“jesus, austin. fuck! i’m so close, baby.” you moaned, letting your hand travel down to your clit, rubbing circles over the bud. your thighs were spasming, your cunt clenching his cock more and more with every quick thrust.

“me, too, honey. come all over my cock, baby. just for me, give it all to me.” austin grunted into your ear, leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. you came with cries of his name leaving your lips and that alone brought austin to his edge, eyes clenching shut, teeth grinding against each other, and heart pounding against his chest like a hammer.

you caught your breath, austin still inside you. he was kissing you sweetly, all over your chest, neck, shoulders, anywhere he could reach.

“i love you. my winner.” you grinned, forehead pressed against his.

“i love you, more. with all my heart and then some. all mine, pretty girl.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

sweet nothing

summary: austin craves the normalcy you bring to his life

warnings: fluff, kissing, austin being clingy cute

interviews, paparazzi, news channels, social media platforms. it was all too much for austin, today. earlier, he had went to go get coffee for the both of you. a tmz interviewer walked up to him while he was on the phone asking questions upon questions that he couldn’t get to because of his conversation with one of his friends he hadn’t heard from in a while. he just wanted to get out. get out of LA, get out of his own head, and especially get out the public eye. for a week, at least.

he had never driven so fast to get home to you before. he just knew you’d still be in your pajamas, or lack thereof, probably just one of his t-shirts. you’d most likely have your hair clipped up, cooking a cute breakfast while music played from your phone. he wanted to be home with you doing nothing. because the nothings were everything to him.

since it was awards season, austin never had a second of peace to himself. either constantly on the phone or constantly on a plane to the next award show. for the next two weeks, he had you all to himself. and his next mission?

getting the hell out of the city.

as soon as he opened the door to your home, he saw you exactly as he’d imagined. hair clipped up, bare legs on display while his t-shirt enveloped you. you looked like a dream to him.

“hi, baby.” you turned around, smiling and reaching your arms out to hug your boyfriend. austin sighed happily, basically crashing into your arms. you giggled as he squeezed you tighter. “i smell my coffee.”

“oh,” he laughed, unwrapping you from his embrace to give you your drink. “here you go, love.”

“thank you.” you pecked his lips, standing on your tippy toes to reach him. he looked you deeply in the eyes when you pulled back, you raised your eyebrow in suspicion. “you’ve got that look.”

“what look?” he inquired, biting his lip to contain a slick smile.

“you have an idea or something.” you guessed and austin nodded, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“you wanna take a vacation?” he asked, crossing his fingers you’d agree. he had just gotten home, yes, but home is anywhere he’s with you. he just didn’t want anyone to bother him for a while.

“what if we went to hawaii?” you gasped, your lips were still pressed against his. his hands were holding onto your hips and you were sure he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

“i’ve never been. sounds amazing.” he spoke against your lips, kissing them after he was done talking. you smiled, already planning to book a house on the beach. “but right now, i just want your sweet nothings.”

“did you just use a taylor swift reference on me?” you laughed heartily and austin hid his smile into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to him. he wanted to be so much closer, if he could have you inside him, he would. he wanted to tie the both of you together with an invisible string so you’d never leave his side ever again.

“had to find a way into your heart somehow, baby.”

“well, taylor is the way. now let me go so i can book our vacation!” and with that, you ran off to get your laptop, causing austin to grin and watch as you left. the nothings were everything to him. you were everything to him.

[cilliansmesoftly]

ultraviolence

summary: you and austin discard movie night for a couch makeout… and other things

warning: smut with little to no plot, like even if you squint you can’t see the plot,

you didn’t even recall when the movie had ended. austin’s hand running up your bare leg, up your thigh and to your hip, his lips ravishing yours, everything was out of your focus except for him.

you brought your hands to his golden locks, tugging softly at the roots and smiling when he let out a small whimper. his tongue traced its way across your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance which you immediately granted. you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. you were with the boy of your dreams, kissing, touching, loving. it was like a fairytale.

“whatcha smilin’ at, baby?” austin’s deep voice brought you out of your trance, his lips dancing to your cheek, down to your jaw, and landing small pecks all over your neck.

“this is like a dream.” your voice was barely over a whisper and you feared he didn’t hear you before he let out a soft chuckle into your neck, making you giggle.

“i love you.” he said, bringing his face up to look you in the eyes. his eyes were always your favorite thing about him. you brought your hands up to his face and pulled him down to kiss you again. his hands went up to your hip, your shirt riding up allowing him some skin-to-skin contact you both so desperately needed.

“take it off.” you whined, raising your arms and letting him lift your shirt up and over your head. his touch leaving goosebumps in its path. you reciprocated the action and took off his t-shirt and bringing him closer to you. “bedroom?”

“don’t have to ask me twice, honey.” he smiled, lifting you bridal-style and carrying you to the bedroom, the both of you giggling like teenagers.

he laid you down gently on the bed, standing over you. he bent down just a touch to get a hold of the hem of your pants, guiding the material down your legs. you kicked them off your ankles, hooking them around his waist and bringing him back down to kiss you again. tongues and teeth clashing, breaths heavy, and hearts oh, so full. you fumbled with the button of his pants, huffing when you couldn’t get it undone.

“easy, darling. we got all the time in the world.” he pecked your lips once before straightening up and undoing the button and zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor. he didn’t come back up to you, instead he leaned down to kiss the tops of your thighs, over to the inner part, and ghosting his lips just over where you needed him the most. he pressed a kiss to your clothed clit, you sighed in annoyance. be patient, you thought to yourself.

taking his time, he slowly took off your underwear and blew on your wetness. you sighed at the cool air, but gasped as you felt his tongue swirling around your clit. you grabbed his hair softly for stability, your hips wiggling in anticipation. he draped an arm over your hips, keeping firm pressure to stop your movement. his lips wrapped around your clit and his fingers positioned at your entrance. he sucked in a breath, watching as you clenched around nothing. austin decided to stop teasing for a bit and let you engulf his fingers, scissoring and thrusting to get you ready for his cock.

“god, f-fuck, austin.” you groaned, leaning up on your elbows to watch him. he moaned around you, the vibration driving you insane. he thrusted his fingers faster, hitting your spot every time, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. your moans were the only sounds in the room, getting higher in pitch the closer you got. as you neared your climax, austin pulled his fingers out of you and pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your thigh. “ugh, why did you do-”

a kiss cut off your complaint. austin’s slick smile didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you couldn’t find time to heckle him when you felt his clothed cock rubbing against you.

“you want them off?” he asked you, referring to his boxers, and you hummed, nodding your head. he pulled back, pushing your hair out of your face. “what am i going to do to you?” he asked himself, eyes dragging up and down your body in wonder. “what were you thinking?” he had his elbow propped on the bed, his head resting atop his palm. the other hand sneakily found its way between your folds, rubbing your clit slowly. you bit your lip, trying to form a coherent syllable.

“take me h-how ever you want, sw-sweetheart.” you purred, his fingers slowing down and speeding up. “i’m all yours.”

“that you are.” he groaned, taking his underwear off and making his way up your body. his thumb went down to your clit, his other hand bringing your leg to wrap around his waist. he tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, before slowly sinking into you. he and you moaned at the feeling. the feeling of him stretching you out, engulfing you, all senses completely washed out by his very presence. he let you adjust for a moment, as always, before pulling out and thrusting back in. his hand on your thigh that was around his waist digging into your skin in a delightfully painful way. he found a pace that he liked and brought your other leg around his waist. you locked your ankles behind his back and pulled him closer. he collapsed just above your face, breath heaving and eyes scrunched in pleasure. “feels like you were f-fucking made for me, honey. squeezing my cock so good.”

“kiss me.” you whined, bringing your hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his soft hair. your lips crashed together, a sigh of relief escaping you. he smiled into it, tongue darting at your bottom lip, you denied the silent question. austin groaned at the resistance, thrusting a bit harder, causing you to gasp. he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, massaging your own. he pulled away after a moment, leaning back a bit and untangling your legs from his hips. he leaned your legs back, your feet almost at your head. the position allowed for a deeper angle and you nearly screamed as he hit the sweet spot inside you. “god, you feel me hitting that spot? know you’re close, baby. hold out just a minute.”

“c-can’t.” you stuttered between breaths.

“yes, you can.” austin said sternly, releasing your legs. his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts. your eyes rolled back and your toes curled, but you were trying your best not to come. “god, you feel like fucking heaven, y/n.”

after a few more thrusts, you couldn’t hold it anymore. and austin knew it, too. he could always tell. you were clenching around him quickly, bringing him closer and closer to his edge. you moaned loudly, music to his ears. your head lolled back against the bed and your back arched off of it. just looking at you made austin come. his grunts filled the room and you watched as he came right after you. he was so gorgeous with his curls sweaty and resting against his forehead. his ring-clad fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“so good for me, baby.” he breathed out, leaning down to leave kisses up your stomach, to your breasts, over your neck, jaw, cheeks, and finally landing on your lips. “wanna get on your hands and knees for me?”

“mm-hmm.” you smiled, biting your lip in anticipation. you rolled over after he pulled out, pushing yourself onto your hands and knees. you arched your back, laying your face down on the mattress. austin marveled at the sight of your juices and his leaking out of you. bringing a finger up, he swiped some of it and coated his length with it. he pushed into you, you hissed at the sensitivity. he wasted no time, thrusting into you at a faster speed than before. the sensitivity and overstimulation was already pushing you to your orgasm. austin brought your hair into a ponytail, pulling you up against his back. he left sloppy kisses against your neck, sucking and biting to be sure that there would be marks in the morning.

“so close already, baby.” austin groaned into your ear, he turned your head and kissed you harshly, biting your bottom lip and tugging it. “make me feel so good. you know how much i love you?”

“y-yes. god, aus, can i come?” you asked in a whine. your body would collapse if it weren’t for austin holding you up.

“go ahead, honey. i’m right behind you.” he kissed you sweetly and let you lay back down, keeping up with his pace, albeit sloppily. you closed your eyes, reaching back to grab austin’s hand, clenching it hard as you came on his cock again. him hearing you moan his name repeatedly, clutching his hand so hard he thought you’d break it, had austin grinding his teeth, grunting. with another slow thrust, he filled you up with his seed. he collapsed on top of you, kissing your shoulder blades and brushing your hair away from your face. “i love you.”

“i love you more.” you turned your head, meeting his eyes. you smiled at him before giggling. “round three in the shower?”

“you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

road head

summary: you decide to give austin a reward for taking you out on such a nice date

warning: smut (no actual penetration), oral (male receiving), pet names, driving?

you and austin hadn’t been dating long. you met at an event where he took interest in you, got your number, and had a couple of dates to see where this could go. you two had only kissed once or twice and it was just a goodnight kiss, but tonight, austin had been so good to you, so gentlemanly.

he greeted you at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers that you didn’t even remember telling him about, a kiss to the cheek, and opened your car door for you. he took you to a nice restaurant as well and paid without a complaint. he had you blushing, smiling, laughing, and, most importantly, horny.

no guy ever made you feel the way austin made you feel. you could see a real future with him and you just hoped he felt the same. the dreaded time came and you two left the restaurant, him opening the car door for you again and walking over to the drivers side. he got in and started the car, grabbing your hand and keeping in his lap.

you were content, you sighed happily and turned up the radio, a soft r&b song playing from his phone that was connected. when the car stopped at a red light is when you got the fantastic idea. you slowly untangled your fingers from his, him looking over at you in concern, but you didn’t even bat an eye at him. you slowly dragged the tip of your index finger over the tops of his thighs, getting higher and higher. austin took a jagged breath and sat up straighter in his seat. thank god for new york red lights, he thought.

“w-what are you doing, hon?” his voice was deep and rough and it sent tingles down your spine. you shrugged playfully and looked over at him, keeping your e/c eyes on his icy blues.

“what are you talking about?��� you smiled and austin scoffed, looking back to the road. your fingers diligently found his zipper and pulled down, spreading the fabric of his black dress pants away from each other so you had more room to play. slowly, you felt him up, still not looking at him. he was getting harder and harder by the second and you marveled at his size. you gave him more pressure, your palm coming into contact with the material of his boxers and he muffled a groan with his hand. “the lights green.” he pointed out, hoping you would stop and let him have his attention fully on the road, but you didn’t.

“okay.” you said softly, toying with the hem of his calvin’s. you dipped your hand into his boxers and slowly jerked him off. he moaned, tossing his head back against the headrest, his grip on the steering wheel getting so tight that his knuckles were turning white. you pulled your hand out suddenly and austin jerked his head over to look at you. you were putting your seatbelt behind your back, giving you more room to work with. he thought you’d just go back in with your hand, that would’ve been fine with him. but he almost lost all senses when your whole body went forward and you brought his cock out of his boxers and kissed the tip.

“h-holy—” the closed his eyes momentarily, before shooting them open and keeping his eyes on the road. his hand went down to your hair, brushing it out of your face. you took him deeper into your mouth, your red lipstick smearing all down his cock and around your face, you couldn’t care less. another red light approached and he sighed in relief. hands tangled in your hair, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, you wished you could see him. bobbing your head, you took him further and further until you were gagging around him and he couldn’t keep his sounds contained. “fuck, you’re so good. my good girl.”

his words turned you on even further and you reached below to touch yourself. austin caught sight of this and groaned loudly. you dress was just low enough that he could see the tops of your breasts spilling out. you were bent over just enough that he could imagine how you would look on your hands and knees for him. the thought drove him even further to his climax and he tried so hard not to buck into your mouth. “‘m so close, baby.” he said through gritted teeth and you moaned around him, the vibration sending him over the edge and spilling his seed into your mouth. you pulled off and smiled at the lipstick stained all around his cock. you swallowed the traces of him and opened your mouth to show him. “my god.” he pulled you closer with his index finger and thumb grabbing you by the chin and tried to kiss you, but a horn honking interrupted the two of you. he looked up to see that the light had turned green.

you giggled and sat back in your seat, laying your seatbelt across your shoulder again.

“what was that for?” he asked, looking over at you. “i— i mean, not that i didn’t enjoy it, because i did. i really did. i just— we haven’t—” you cut him off.

“you were just so good to me, tonight. i wanted to give you something in return.” you said shyly. he laid his hand on top of your leg, walking his fingers up higher and higher on your thigh and you blushed.

“can i return the favor?” he smiled.

“you wanna stay home with me tonight, instead?” you laced your fingers with his and brought them up to your lips, kissing the knuckles.

“thought you’d never ask.”

[cilliansmesoftly]

let’s go make a film

summary: austin has the wonderful idea of making a sex tape he can watch while he’s away for filming.

warnings: smut! oral (fem and male receiving), filming, face-fucking, etc.

“hey. i have an idea.” austin walked into the living room abruptly. you were sat on the couch watching a movie, austin was packing for ohio where he would be filming bikeriders.

“what’s this idea, boy genius?” you paused your movie and turned your attention to your boyfriend.

“let’s make a sex tape.” he suggested bluntly, you laughed, scoffing.

“yeah, right.” you smiled. he could not be serious.

“i’m serious.” he is serious. “it’ll be like a safe keep. i’ll need something to keep me sane while i’m in ohio.”

“austin, what if it gets leaked?” he walked over to you and sat down on the couch, rubbing your bare leg. “we’ll never be able to recover.”

“how would it get leaked? i keep my phone locked on me like iron man’s heart.” his smile was easygoing, you were anything but.

“you saw how easily he ripped that thing out of chest in endgame.” you tilted your head at him.

“aw, c’mon. it’ll be nice to have when we’re all old and wrinkly. i’m already halfway there.” you laughed at this, thinking it over. it would be nice to have while he’s gone. and if he’s not available for facetime, you could easily pull up a video of him making love to you. you nodded to yourself.

“okay.” austin’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline in shock.

“r-really?” he questioned.

“don’t make me change my mind.” and with that, you straddled his lap and placed your lips on his. you felt him set his phone up against the lamp on the side table and began filming. “there’s not to much action going on right now.” you looked over to the camera, biting your lip when austin began kissing and sucking on your neck. soft moans fell from your lips and austin’s hands trailed down to your waist, rocking you against him.

“enough action to make me hard already.” he laughed breathily against your ear, sending chills up your spine. you turned your head from his phone and back to his lips, teeth clashing and his tongue finding its way into your mouth. his groaned into the kiss, grinding you harder against him. “fuck, lay down.”

while you obeyed his demand, austin grabbed his phone and set it up to where it could fit your bottom half and his head into the frame. he tested out the angle before biting the hem of your panties and dragging them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. you giggled and covered your face. this was about the naughtiest thing you’d ever done. never in your life did you think you’d be filming yourself having sex, yet, here you were. austin licked a stripe up your slit, making you suck in a harsh breath at the contact.

“god, you taste so good, baby. like fucking candy.” he went back to licking and sucking your juices, spreading your wetness up to your clit and pressing a kiss to the mound before sucking it into his mouth. a loud moan fell from your lips and you covered your mouth with your hand. austin wasn’t having any of that. he took your hand away from your mouth with a tsk. “don’t hide those pretty sounds from me, baby. wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

“always make me feel good, aus. so fucking perfect.” you moaned, feeling two of his fingers at your entrance. he gathered up some of your wetness and glided it into you. you gasped, gripping the arm of the couch behind you. austin always made you feel euphoric and with the added adrenaline from his phone capturing everything, you could feel your orgasm coming and quick. “gonna cum, aus.”

he moaned around your nub, the vibration had you reeling and his fingers working their magic inside you had your toes curling. with a deep breath and shaking legs, you came all over his mouth and his fingers fucked you through your orgasm. he came back up to you, kissing your lips. you could taste yourself on him.

“please, fuck me.” you whined looking into his blue eyes. he smiled, kissing you gently before leaning over to grab his phone and tuck it into his pocket. he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom. he laid you down gently. you were sideways on the bed and he walked over to the dresser to set up his phone again, pressing record and making sure it could capture your body and where he would be fucking you into the mattress. he made his way back over to you and you sat up on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. tugging the hem of his shirt, you pleaded to him with your eyes to take his shirt off and you did the same, throwing the clothing item on the floor. you toyed with the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.

you brought them both down, just enough so that his hard cock could be released from the tight confinements. your mouth watered at the sight of him. red tip, leaking with precum, looking painfully hard and begging for some attention. you stroked him a bit before sucking the tip into your mouth. austin hissed at the sensation, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail, looking over at his phone again to make sure the framing was okay. you swirled your tongue around his tip, bringing more of him into your mouth and soon began bobbing your head. you pulled off and austin groaned.

“fuck my throat.” you said, looking back up at him, he nearly came from those words and he didn’t need to be told again when you opened your mouth and he guided his length back to your mouth. you relaxed your throat and tapped austin’s thigh to signal him that you were ready. he slowly thrusted into your mouth, with each thrust going deeper and deeper until he was fucking your mouth with everything he had. you had drool pooling out of your mouth, your eyes were watering, and the oxygen you were getting out of your nose wasn’t nearly the amount you needed, but his groans and sounds of pleasure was enough to make it through.

“god, i’m gonna cum, baby.” he leaned his head back and listened to you gag around him. he was so close, so painfully close. what brought him to his climax was when you began rubbing yourself and he lost all control, shooting his seed down your throat. he moaned loudly and pulled out. you swallowed every last drop and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him. “good girl.” he brought his index finger and thumb to hold your chin and kissed you sweetly. “lay down, sweet girl.”

you did as told, spreading your legs as you did so. his eyes held so much adoration for you and it had you blushing and looking away from him and to his phone that was capturing every single second of this. the thought made your wetness drip down your thighs and your heart beat faster with every second.

“i can’t wait to watch this all back.” you whispered to him. and he hummed in agreement, leaning down to kiss your lips, moving down to your neck and sucking to leave a few marks to miss him bye. he continued his way down to your breasts that were left bare underneath your t-shirt and sucked at the soft skin, leaving more marks all the way down your stomach. “fuck me, austin.”

“don’t rush me, woman.” he teased, coming back up to your lips for one more searing kiss before lining his length up with your entrance. you leaned up on your elbows to watch him go in inch by inch. you moaned as he bottomed out, dropping to lay back down. “you’re still so tight for me, darling. like you were fucking made for me.”

he slowly began thrusting, increasing speed with each snap of his hips. you closed your eyes in pleasure, your moans bouncing off the walls and you found yourself grateful that you two owned a house together instead of an apartment with neighbors that would surely hate you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, bring him closer to you and advancing the angle, making both you and him moan. his hand went to your throat squeezing gently. you grabbed his wrist, bring his hand up to your lips and you kissed his palm before taking one of his digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the pad of his finger.

“f-fucking hell, y/n. you tryin’ to kill me?” he groaned, putting his hand your abdomen. he gasped, feeling himself in your stomach. “gimme your hand, baby.” he grabbed your hand and placed it where his was and you moaned as you felt him. “i’m in your fucking stomach. fucking my baby so good.” he said through gritted teeth, pulling out and turning your around to be on your hands and knees. he slammed into you and pushed your face into the duvet. this new angle made you gasp, your hands clutching the cotton cover harshly, your knuckles turning white.

austin’s stomach was against your back and the only sounds in the room were your and his sounds of pleasure and the slapping of skin against skin. he gathered your hair into his hand and brought you up to where your back was against his chest. his lips found their way to your neck and his hand found it’s way to your clit, rubbing strategic circles onto the bud. your body was curling and it was getting harder to stay up straight.

“austin, jesus christ. i’m gonna cum.” you warned, feeling your second orgasm approaching quicker than you hoped.

“cum all over my fucking cock, baby. gonna fuck some babies into you while i’m at it.” he growled into your ear, fingers still working your clit and his thrusts were growing sloppy the closer he was getting.

“wanna cum together?” you asked breathlessly. you loved when you two would cum at the same time, it was like a soul experience and a connection you couldn’t explain.

“yeah, just hold out for a minute.” he said, pushing you back down into the mattress. you held your orgasm, your legs shaking and eyes rolling back. his thrusts were getting harder and sloppier by the second and you knew he was close by the sounds he was making. “count of three.” he said.

“1, 2,—” you were cut off by the feeling of his cum coating your walls, sending you over the edge at the same time. he collapsed on your back, catching his breath and caressing your skin.

“holy shit.” he breathed, kissing the skin of your back. “i love you.”

“i love you more.” you giggled into the duvet. you looked to his phone and saw that it was still recording. “i think we should go one more round so you have a variety to choose from in ohio.”

“fuck yeah.”