synopsis. you lived alone, out in the middle of nowhere, with the house your parents left to you, after they passed. the only company that you kept was that of your dog and your chickens, which is kind of sad, but you didn't want to think about it. you had the same old life, you always had, getting up, feeding the chickens, working on your garden, re-reading almost every book in your collection, some days going into to town to get supplies or to sell your eggs; and quilts that you made. you weren't expecting your life to change drastically, when your dog found an unconscious man bleeding out in your flower bed.
tags | content warnings. fem!reader, socially awkward!reader, sunshine!reader, inexperienced!reader, animal-lover!reader, self-indulgent!reader, honestly, high honor!arthur morgan, soft!arthur morgan, protective!arthur morgan, grumpy!arthur morgan, lovesick!arthur morgan (is that not canon though, haha), insecure!arthur morgan, strangers to friends to lovers, he fell first and harder, grumpy x sunshine, slight age-gap (reader is late twenties, arthur is mid thirties), canon divergent (arthur doesn't get tuberculosis, eat my ass, rockstar games!), slight mentions of arthur morgan x mary linton (mary linton haters get the fuck out, i love her), profanity, fluff, angst, not to much though, i'm a sensitive girl, hurt/comfort, soft smut, *smirks*, mentioned canon typical violence, bloody gunshot wounds (ew), inaccurate medical knowledge, every chapter will have it's own warnings, so make sure to read those!
parts will be added, as they come out!
001.
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.✦ azriel's shadows have a mind of their own, when it comes to you!
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment, you noticed when Azriel's shadows started loyally trailing at your heel. Not that you minded; you loved the little guys. They've helped you more times than you could count. You dropped a book? Oh, well a shadow picked it up for you. You were nervous? A shadow would wrap itself around your pinky finger to comfort you. Someone making you uncomfortable? A shadow would station itself in between you and the offender. You were snapped out of your thoughts by Cassian's booming laugh reverberating through the House of Wind.
You jumped up, quickly throwing on a fresh pair of clothes to meet Cassian and Azriel. They must have just got back from their mission. Your face lit up at the sight of Azriel. His short obsidian black hair was more curly, due to his flight back home. Azriel stared in disgust, watching Cassian collapse in sweaty heap of limbs against the couch. Cassian let out a content sigh, almost as if he was spiting the Shadowsinger.
Azriel's hazel eyes flickered up to meet your smiling face. The tense look on his face relaxed. “Hello,” You tried to stop yourself from shuddering at his raspy voice, whispering your name. Cassian's hand lifted up in a wave motion. “Hi, Azriel, Cassian. How was the mis-?” Your sentence was cut off by pitch black entities flying across the floor.
You laughed, looking down at the shadows delightfully swirling around your feet in greeting. “Hi, to you guys, as well.” Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Apologies.” You shook your head, lifting your hand up to where a shadow was happily wrapping around. Your smile got even bigger. “You are the cutest.” You whispered, to the shadows.
The shadows swirled erratically, excited by the compliment. Cassian snorted, lifting himself up to see over the couch. “Your shadows are basically hers.” Azriel sighed, trying to mask his embarrassment; you were starting to chat to the shadows about your day. Azriel cleared his throat, calling his shadows back. Hazel eyes twitching, watching as they continue to swirl in your space.
Azriel grumbled, Cassian snickering at his brother's predicament. “Can you tell them to come back?” You looked over to Azriel in confusion. “The shadows?” Azriel nodded his head. You pointed over to Azriel. “Go back to Azriel, please.” The shadows flew around you, sadly, before slowly dragging their way back to Azriel.
Your eyes widened. “Azriel! A new book store just opened. I completely forgot to ask if you wanted to come with me.” Azriel stood straighter, nodding his head. “Of course.” You gave him a toothy-smile. “I'll be right back and we can go!” Cassian wiggled his eyebrows at Azriel; you disappeared down the hallway.
“Your brain turns to mush whenever she's involved doesn't it, brother?” Azriel growled, his wings flexing in displeasure. “Shut up, Cassian.” Cassian smirked, a light pink appearing on Azriel's ears.
→ premise: steve and bucky would follow you to the ends of the earth. one call of their names and they’re at your service. they’re obsessed, only problem is you aren’t theirs, not yet anyways.
→ pairing: roomates!stucky x fem!reader
→ warnings: smut | 18+, body worship, love marks [hickies, bites, etc], nicknames [baby, sweetie, sweets], mention of cheating [not reader or the boys]
→ a/n: kinktober 01
Living with two grown men may seem like an odd arrangement, but when those men would go to the ends of the earth to make you comfortable it wasn’t so bad. You’ve been living with Steve and Bucky for almost 2 years and it was amazing. You didn’t understand why they were always so caring and attentive to you, not that you were complaining but it had led to fights with your boyfriend John. He accused you of cheating on him with one if not both of them multiple times. Though you repeatedly denied it and said they have never even laid a hand on you in that way.
Although unbeknownst to you was how many times late into the night with soft footsteps Steve would sneak into Bucky's room or vice versa. The both of them worked up over all the depraved and dirty images of you and your hands on them flashing in their heads as they tried to sleep. Soft kisses to muffle their desperate moans against the others lips, hips pressed up against one another. A hand each wrapped around the other man's cock fisting it trying to get the thoughts of you to quiet down in their heads. Them pulling apart slowly in the end with swollen lips, cum covered chests and the odd unfulfillment of both men secretly wishing you were squeezed between them.
In the middle of a particularly nasty fight with your boyfriend about the same topic he let his own infidelity slip, admitting he cheated on you.
“Well, I'm glad I cheated on you, it only makes us fair if you’re going around screwing and whoring yourself out for your roommates” His words replayed in your head even now as you sluggishly pushed your way inside your apartment.
The front door slamming shut and your muffled sniffles and cries have Steve and Bucky jumping up on their feet before you even make it fully inside.
”Hey hey sweetie what happened” Steve coos as he lightly tries wiping away your tears with the sleeve of his shirt though more and more just kept pouring from your eyes. Steve was to your right and Bucky to your left, they often crowarded your space but an odd comfort and sense of security came with it, especially now. In an attempt to explain you let out broken words cut off with cries and sniffles that sound like gibberish to the boys.
“Let's sit down, sweets okay?” Bucky questions softly and hesitantly as they both lead you with a hand hovering over your back towards the large couch In the living room. Nodding and dragging your feet you let them guide you, finally sitting and taking a moment to compose yourself. You steal a glance either side of you at your wonderful roommates, only making a larger pit grow in your stomach. You were upset but more than anything worried about their reactions.
With a deep breath in you finally start explaining what happened.
“John and I had a fight again… about the same thing as always him saying i had to be cheating on him with one of you, he even accused me of sleeping with both of you” you scoff softly recalling his vile tone with his accusation. Wordlessly you watch the boys exchange an unreadable glance at one another before they return their eyes to you. “What about this fight made you cry?” Steve questions. You hadn't cried ever after a fight about this with him, only complained. They watched as tears brimmed in your eyes again, Steve's hands were fidgeting in his lap, itching to touch you. He wanted to comfort you but it felt wrong to touch you when talking about you fighting with your boyfriend specially over them. Bucky silently mulling over the information encouraging you to go on with a soft nod, while also trying to refrain from touching you no matter how bad he felt the urge to.
“And he blurted out how he's glad he also cheated on me so that makes us fair..” your tears finally spill over and hit your thighs soaking your jeans a bit as you put your head down, bracing yourself for their reactions mostly Buckys. He was known to be a little hot headed especially when it came to you being hurt. You can feel both men fuming each side of you, Steve suddenly now reaching out and rubbing up and down your thigh. Pushing away his anger at your boyfriend as much as he can, he pushes your face up softly with his fingers so you look at him. “He doesnt deserve you if that's the way he thinks” you could hear the hatred for the man behind Steve's words though he tried to hide it.
“Oh he’s a fuckin’ dead man” Bucky fumes and in a flash is up off the couch, fists balled at his sides ready to wring your boyfriends neck. Lunging forward across Steve's lap to grab Bucky's hand and stop his stampede you pull at him so he looks at you. “No please dont, just stay here with me.. we broke up anyway” your voice comes out soft and a bit wobbly still near the end as it was full of desperation. Though the emotion was mostly for the fact you wanted to just be comforted by them both. You miss the way their eyes light up and glance at each other when the words ‘break up’ register in their heads. When Bucky still hasn't moved though now it's more from shock you turn your head to face Steve. You hadn't realized how close your faces were but give him a pleading look with your eyes asking for his help.
Both of the boys feel as though their hearts are gonna burst out of their chests and they’d be okay with it if they died like this. Your soft hand in Bucky’s pulling him still towards you, fingers slowly intertwining with his rough ones. The warmth from your hand seeping into his usually cold one. Your body draped across Steve's lap and your face inches away from his, your eyes glued to his. The smell of your perfume surrounding him, the scent making his head go foggy.
The blonde shallows thickly before finally finding his voice, “You want us both to stay and comfort you?” He questions and even tests the waters by letting his hand drift to your lower back. You nod in the direction of both of them, watching slowly as Bucky's tense shoulders relax and he turns his body to face you.
Moving slowly as if he were trying not to spook you like a deer, he bends down and softly grabs ahold of your face so you're looking right in his eyes.
“He didn’t fucking deserve you never did, not like we do..” Bucky's anger was still clearly a bit prevalent, he couldn’t believe the asshole would cheat when he had you. He didn’t mean to slip up at the end, yet there was the underlying satisfaction of the fact that you were nearly all theirs now.
You thought your heart was gonna beat out of your chest now and Steve was ready to smack his roommate upside the head for letting both their feelings for you come out. “What buck meant to say-” you cut him off in the middle. “Show me what I deserve..” you say with determination while looking into bucky's eyes though it’s aimed equally at both men. They’re both frozen for a moment looking at you in shock, if this was some weird shared wet dream they don't ever wanna wake up. After a grumbled ‘fuck it’ leaving the brunette’s mouth breaks the silence, he surges forward crashing his lips against yours. A squeal leaving your mouth morphs into a soft hum of appreciation. Heat floods your whole body and down your core at the prolonged intense kiss.
You’ve never been kissed with this much love and excitement in your life, it sends your head spinning when you pull away. A smirk blooms on his face as he takes in both yours and Steve's love-struck and frozen expressions. Taking the reins, Bucky softly moves your face over to face your roommate once again and takes one hand off your face to plant on the back of the other man's neck. “How about you give Stevie some lovin’ huh baby?” He directed softly only making your head spin more and giving Steve flashbacks of Buck guiding him on how to please him. You could feel him getting hard under you as your body was still pressed against his lap, the feeling giving you a confidence boost. That coupled with a small nudge from the brunette's hands on the both of you, your lips crash together.
The feeling snapping Steve out of his frozen state as he lets out a choked whine, kissing you felt better than he could've ever imagined and he had multiple nights. Grabbing a hold of your body he lifts you up and onto his lap, only breaking the kiss for a second. His lips return to yours as his hands now finally allowed to roam your body. Running up and down your thighs, pushing up at the bottom of your shirt, rubbing down your back. “We’ll show you just how much you deserve to be appreciated sweetie, gladly” he groans against your lips.
“Please~” you whine into the kiss and lightly grind your hips against his. You hadn't noticed Bucky's hands leaving your body until they returned rubbing at your neck and down your arms as he was moving to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, your back facing him. His knee slots under you and between the other man's thighs, supporting your body on their legs. His hands help Steve’s along in removing your shirt, kissing down your spine softly. “Wanna mark you up so bad sweets make you ours, shoulda always been ours” Buck mouths against your back and sucks leaving a trail of hickies down your spine as he runs his hands down your thighs and over the blondes wasit.
You pull away from the kiss, your eyes glazing over in lust as you take in Steve's swollen lips and flushed face. “Mark me please, more both of you” you whine out greedily as Bucky grabs onto your chin manipulating your face so your head is turned to face him and kisses you feverishly again. The boys work in perfect tandem and sync to strip you of your pants as well as maneuver around so now you are on your back pressed against the soft suddenly not nearly large enough couch and Steve is nestled between your thighs. Bucky is crouched down by your face and chest next to the couch.
Steve hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he lifts them so your legs are propped up on his muscular thighs. “God he’s such an idiot, how could he cheat when he had all this? Huh? God we wanted you so bad baby you have no idea” he rambles out as his hands worship and rub at your hips and thighs and even down your legs. “Wanted to feel these hips and thighs wrapped around my head so bad, thought about it every night fuck” he groans. “We both thought such dirty things about our pretty little roomate baby” Buck chimes in from beside you.
You were certain your panties were ruined by now, soaked with your slick, your clit throbbing in desperation for even just one of them to give attention to it. Your hips buck up in response to his words and his hands. Bucky’s hands were palming at your tits and rubbing your arms as he marked up your neck and chest. Reaching under you he unclasps your bra, pulling the one strap down to reveal your breast closest to him, he starts to lick and suck on your nipple. “Fantasized about these fuckin’ pretty tits in my face as you’d ride me sweets” he moans agianst your chest as his one hand gropes the neglected tit. “Mmm fuck~” you gasp out in response to their words and when steve bites down on the plush and senstive skin of your inner thigh. You were almost entirely naked and their large heater bodies pressed against your exposed skin fought off any type of breeze in the room. Your body felt on fire, from the two sets of roaming hands and the two desperate mouths marking and exploring your body, worshiping every inch. Whines and moans coming from all three of you filled the apartment.
By now there was hardly any un-bruised skin, hickies littered your chest and back from Bucky, bite marks and hickies covered your stomach and thighs from Steve and you swore you had fingertip sized bruises from their grip on you. They didn't wanna let go, they held onto you the whole time both too afraid that if they did the moment would end. The boys wanted to spend hours like this if you'd let them.
You were theirs now whether you really knew it or not and they were never gonna stop showing you the appreciation you deserve and they were far from done.
→ a/n: happy first day of kinktober my loves!! this one got away from me a bit, not every day will be over 1,000 words but this one was lol. also sorry to any johns i just picked a random name lol. this also was not proofread to well as i rushed to get it up.
summary: you & arthur cause quite the disruption in the uk yt community with your posts & interviews!
notes: (smau), OMG i fell in love w arthur nd the whole uk yter scene over winter break.. im still on break so im trying to churn fics out so SEND REQUESTS!!
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CLIP FROM THE USELESS HOTLINE..
“So (y/n), there’s some questions going on about your love life.” Max says, looking down at the sheet of paper with the list of questions on it.
“Oh really?” You say, raising your eyebrows and leaning back.
“Yeah or lack there of.” George jokes, causing you to roll your eyes back.
“Hey now, I’m not Chris.” You say as laughter fills the room.
“No but seriously,” Max chuckles, “Is there a special someone in your life?”
Looking at George for a second, who is smirking, you silently smile to yourself. “There might be a lucky guy.”
“More like unlucky.” George retorts, causing you both to fall into a banter as the room fills with laughter…
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Wayne!Reader infodump/ideas since I have been reading a ton of batfam x Neglected!Wayne!reader. But I don't normally write so sorry for the mess!
Neglected!Wayne!reader who couldn't become a hero from insistence issues, like POTS and or AMPS- (I'm only saying POTS and AMPS because I have both along with other stuff) It's something they hate about themselves because training and therapy can't get rid of it, it's chronic. No matter how they try they won't be able to even try to gain attention by being a Robin. Neglected!Wayne!reader who is constantly covered in bruises from passing out or other things so Batfam don't feel comfortable taking them to Galas because it could make them look bad or put them in more danger.
Neglected!Wayne!Reader with messily cut hair because they cut it during a flare up before it made their migraines worse. Alfred who fixes Neglected!Wayne!reader hair in the kitchen while they eat cookies. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who needs mobility aids, but gets nervous about using them because the media gives them backlash for using a cane one day and a wheelchair the next. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who the Bats secretly love but worry about getting to close from how fragile Reader seems and worry about them getting targeted if the favor was known. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who crys themselves to sleep because it's the only time they feel safe to cry, when everyone else is asleep or gone. Neglected!Wayne!Reader with a quiet hatred for the Batfamily because they never felt good enough in their eyes. In a family of Geniuses, star athletes and models being Average makes you look stupid, weak and ugly. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who is very self conscious, who doesn't like standing next to their spectacular siblings because it makes them feel so stupid and ugly- they feel sick.
Neglected!Wayne!Reader who stopped trying to be seen as smart by their peers because their siblings would always outclass them and make them feel terrible. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who has dental issues from their anxiety and quiet hate- cheeks often raw, tongue often bleeding and teeth cracking from clenching their jaw.. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who bought themselves a baby's teething toy to try and help with it but can't use it in front of anyone without making them want to run.
If I do end up writing a story you can probably find it using the 'Neglected!Wayne!reader 😷💫' tag. But I don't promise I haven't wrote in a while and i am quite nervous.
summary: you call dean a "good boy" as a joke, but things heat up when you notice the hard-on it gave him.
content: sub!dean, dom!reader, use of "good boy", praise, smut, unprotected piv sex, oral sex (female receiving), strip tease, dirty talk, dean smells reader's panties, face riding, orgasm denial, whiny dean winchester, overstimulation if you squint, dean comes inside reader, cockwarming, sweet dean post-orgasm
word count: 2.1k
note: okay, i don't know where the fuck this came from. inspired by those tiktoks of girlfriends calling their boyfriends "good boy" as a joke. i am a switch!dean believer. give that man an order and he will follow it.
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“That’s a good boy.”
Dean nearly dropped the plate you had asked for.
“What?” He asked, looking at you bug-eyed. You bit back a teasing smile.
“I said, you’re a good boy.” You said, purring the last two words. It was out of character for you to speak like this, especially to him. You were his best friend, yes, but the most you had done was tell him a certain shirt looked hot on him. Now, you were watching him squirm under your intense gaze.
“Why-,” Dean started, but cleared his throat when his voice cracked halfway through, “uhm, why am I a,” he hesitated, “good boy?” He finished through gritted teeth.
“You did what I asked.” You shrugged and took the plate from him. In all honesty, you had only said the words because of some social media post that had caught your eye earlier that day. It was supposed to be something small, make him laugh at you, but now you were wondering if you should’ve just scrolled past it.
You looked back at Dean and narrowed your eyes at him. He was still staring at you.
“What?” You asked when he didn’t say anything. Was he mad at you?
“Nothing.” Dean replied, but it came far too quickly to be natural. You flickered your eyes across his face. He was avoiding eye contact. You caught a glimpse of his blown pupils and his cheeks flushed pink. A realization crossed your mind.
“Did you like that?” You asked, stepping toward him. His eyes fell to your hands, tracking them when they moved to place the plate on the counter. You ran your tongue over your teeth before smirking at him. “You like being a good boy?”
You placed a hand on his chest and swore you could feel his heart pounding. You flicked your eyes to his face.
“Do you like being my good boy?” You asked, a sultry tone falling over you. You felt him tense up. You trailed your fingertips down his chest. His breathing quickened when your hand landed on the bulge in his jeans. “I think you do.”
Dean swallowed down the shame he felt. He was supposed to be the big, bad hunter, not this. He squeezed his eyes shut when you leaned in to kiss his neck.
“You like being told what to do, baby?” You purred. A small moan fell from him before he could bite it back. You pulled away and Dean’s eyes shot open.
“Follow me.” You ordered, voice lilting softly. You turned on your heel and began to walk to your room. When you didn’t hear footsteps behind you, you wondered if you had messed up. Maybe he was uncomfortable, not turned on.
You had almost started to crawl under your bed to die from embarrassment when your ears caught the fall of his socked feet on the floorboards. You turned to face him.
“Get on the bed.” You pointed to where you wanted him. Your voice wavered slightly. You weren’t used to this, giving orders. It was… nice.
Dean sat in the spot and looked up at you. You bit your lip and walked closer until you were standing in between his legs. His hands flew to the backs of your thighs and pushed you so you were straddling his lap. Oh, Dean wasn’t completely powerless after all. You pushed your hips down into his.
“Do you wanna fuck me, De? Wanna feel me squeeze around your cock when I come?” You breathed into his ear and bit down on his earlobe just enough to pull a noise from him. His hands gripped your ass.
“Yes.” Dean breathed out. You licked your lips and kissed him. He kissed you back hungrily.
You pushed his chest, causing him to fall back onto the bed. Your fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his flannel. You ran your nails down his exposed chest. It didn’t leave any scratches, but it did make Dean groan.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and let me take what I need?” You asked. Dean nodded. You smiled and he could see the flash of desire in your eyes. You bent down and licked up his abs. If you were going to do this, you would take full advantage of it.
“Mmm, nice and hard for me?” You hummed out when your clit brushed against his bulge through your leggings.
“Yes,” Dean hissed in pleasure, “all for you.”
You rolled your hips down again and moaned theatrically. Sure, it felt good, but you liked the way he reacted to your noises more than the actual pressure. Just as you had hoped, Dean squeezed your ass again.
You stood from him and raised an eyebrow when he whined in protest. Who knew Dean Winchester was so needy? Oh right, you did.
You stripped for him. It was all for his pleasure. You were just having fun making him feel good. Your arms pulled your shirt up slowly, hands kneading your breasts through the fabric before exposing them to him. His mouth was practically watering at the sight.
You turned your back to him. Your fingers hooked around the waistband of your leggings and you worked them down your legs. You were a little clumsy pulling them off your feet, but Dean didn’t see to mind. The only thing between him and your throbbing core were the lacy green panties. You thanked past-you for choosing the pair, knowing the color matched his eyes almost perfectly. You shuffled them off and let them hang from your finger, dangling them in front of Dean’s face.
He leaned his head forward just enough to stick his nose into the wet patch, moaning at the idea that he had anything to do with this. You licked your lips again and dropped the underwear to the ground. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with another push. He fell back to the bed and you crawled on top of him.
“Have a taste, baby.” You encouraged, positioning yourself over his face. Dean blew out a breath to steady himself. You moaned softly at the pressure, hands resting on his where they held your thighs. You almost demanded he do something to pleasure you, but the words were forgotten when his tongue stuck out and licked up your slit. Your breath hitched in your lungs when he pulled you down, putting all your weight on his face.
His nose nudged at your clit while he ate away, his hunger for you tearing through any restraint he had left. You buckled over in pleasure when he groaned into you, the vibration tearing through your pussy.
“Don’t stop,” you practically begged, forgetting for a moment that you were the one in control. You felt his tongue push into your hole. It didn’t go too deep, but between the muscle inside of you, his nose nudging on your clit, and his lips moving against you, it was becoming too much. You whined out his name when your climax came, grinding down on his face.
You were feeling pretty good right now, but you wanted more. You clambered off of him and turned to sit just above his head. His lips were swollen and he was smiling like an idiot, but you figured he wasn’t too pussydrunk to listen to you.
“Take your jeans off.” You demanded. You were surprised at the strength in your voice, the bossiness you thought you only had when you were angry shining through. You watched him do as you told, mouth slightly parted when his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. His eyes trailed to you and he waited for the next order, fists balling up to keep from grabbing at you.
You tore your eyes from his length to blink up at him.
“Come fuck me.” You said simply, but it was like they were Dean’s trigger words. He launched himself at you, dragging your body to the edge of the bed. Caught up in the moment, he pushed into you without a condom. That would be tomorrow’s problem. Now, you were only worried about how many times he could get you to come.
“So tight,” Dean moaned, thrusting his hips into you. Your eyes fluttered to the ceiling.
“S’all for you, Dean.” You managed to get out. “All for my good boy.” You were making a point of using that until he told you to stop, not that it would be any time soon. The name made him choke out a breath and increase his pace.
“Ah!” You seethed when his hip bone bumped against your clit continually, back arching up. You grabbed his face in your hand and squeezed his cheeks together before kissing him.
“You’re fucking me so good, baby.” You moaned out. You felt his hips stutter for a moment. He needed help, the praise was getting to him. You managed to flip him over. He was now on his back and you were on top of him. You don’t know where the strength had come from.
You lifted your hips before slamming them back down. The tip of his cock sponged against your g-spot and you sent a silent prayer of thanks to the gods above for giving Dean that slight curve. You cried out when his thumb rubbed into your clit, Dean returning the noise when you clenched around him.
“You’re such a good boy, listen to everything I say,” you babbled, rubbing your hands over your breasts. You rolled your eyes back, the words meant for Dean somehow increasing your own pleasure.
“Gonna come,” Dean warned you, swallowing when your eyes shot open. He watched a crazed look cross your face.
“No!” You bit out. You sucked in a breath while you continued to ride him. “You don’t come until I say you can.”
Dean choked on his protests. His head flung back in both concentration and ecstasy. Fuck, he wanted to come but you holding him back was making it so much better. You panted out short breaths, almost hyperventilating. You reached a hand down to squeeze his balls, smiling menacingly when he gripped the sheets on the bed. It’s not like you enjoyed seeing him in pain, but knowing that you held so much control over him had a flurry of ideas flooding through you.
“Can I come?” Dean whined. You were close, oh so close, to another orgasm, but not quite there yet.
“N-no.” You stuttered out, eyes closing again to keep up your stamina. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you to move like this, with this much energy. You chalked it up to the new experience. If you had known it felt this good to be in power you would have done it a long time ago. Then again, maybe it was just from being with Dean.
“Please, baby, please.” Dean begged, voice going up an octave when you rolled your hips down. You ignored him. He wouldn’t allow the release until you gave him the magic word.
You looked down at him again. Your chest warmed to see Dean reduced down to this whiny, needy mess underneath you. You wondered if any other girl had done this for him, if he had ever let them take control. You liked to imagine that you were the first, that you would be the thing that Dean would remember every time he was able to be submissive.
The thought made your knees buckle and you keeled over, forehead on Dean’s chest. You tried to lift your hips up again, but it was more of you grinding down onto him.
“Now.” You gasped. Dean made a strangled noise and you felt the warmth of his cum bloom into you. You breathed into his skin and swore you could see stars as your own release flooded into you. You closed your eyes to focus on it, your eyelashes butterflying against his abs.
Dean’s arms wrapped around you to tousle you to the side. He was still inside of you, his dick now soft. You were curled up against him, body wore out. You couldn’t remember a time when you had come so hard.
“We have to do that again.” You mumbled. Dean was able to find the energy -- from where, you didn’t know -- to chuckle. He stroked your hair, fingers tangle in between the strands.
“Later.” He answered, breathing in the scent of your hair. Your skin was tacky with sweat, and you were sure there would be many, many questions that needed to be answered tomorrow, but for now, you fell asleep in his arms, his dick still stretching you out.
(A/N): Tagging at @scuderia-piastri, she asked me for it beforehand.
Summary: Oscar is boggled by his girlfriend and her ability to bring her crochet everwhere.
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader
Wordcount: 1.1k (she is short and sweet)
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“You can’t be serious,” Oscar says astonished. (Y/N) looks up from her current crochet project, eyebrows furrowed. “About what?”
He makes a wide hand gesture. “You actually brought your crochet stuff? How did you get it even past security?!” She looks around, seated in the Mclaren hospitality on a very comfortable couch, and shrugs. “I have my ways of hiding pointy things. Comes with the territory of traveling with you and having to get through TSA every time.”
Oscar shakes his head, not surprised. (Y/N) could convince the president of the United States to hand over the nuclear codes without breaking a sweat. She is persuasive like that. He lets himself fall into the seat next to her.
“Oscar!” She scolds, “You are sitting on my yarn! Move your fat ass!” (Y/N) pushes him lightly. With an exaggerated sigh, he moves slightly and produces the skein of green yarn into his hand. “Looking for this?” The driver asks with a cheeky smile. She takes it from him with a grumble. “Thanks, now it smells like fart.”
Oscar huffs out a laugh “Takes one to smell one.” She shoves him again before turning back to her crochet project. “What are you even making? Weren’t you working on a bandana yesterday?” He asks, wondering where (Y/N) stashed the yarn in their shared luggage. “Finished it while you were doing media,” she mutters, counting stitches under her breath. “This will be a frog pouch for the digital camera Lando has been taking with himself everywhere”
“And you haven’t shown your finished bandana to me yet?” He says, positively aghast. (Y/N) ignores his dramatics, continuing to count in quiet mumbles. “Wow, I’m not even worth your attention anymore.” Oscar clutches his chest in mock heartbreak. She continues her numbering, slightly louder than before. The Australian knows exactly what he is doing. It’s not the first time he has bothered his beloved girlfriend while counting her stitches. With a slight grin, he persists his antics. “I see. I’m just chopped liver to you. If you want to break up with me this badly, just say it. I’m a big boy, I can take it.” He puts a hand to his heart with a fake sniffle.
(Y/N) shakes her head and starts counting louder “23, 24, 25!” But Oscar isn’t one to let go easy, especially when it’s about teasing his girl. “Not a single acknowledgment of my existence. (Y/N) baby, do you really hate me this much? I can continue to count for you! 26, 27 and 29!” “OSCAR JACK PIASTRI! I LOST MY NUMBER!” The young woman puts her project down and fixates him with a murderous look.
He just raises his eyebrows. “You can have mine.” (Y/N) closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Fuck, that was really smooth. I see why I fell for you.” Oscar smiles smugly, “I know, my pick up lines and my charme are irresistible.” She shakes her head and packs her crochet things back up. “More like that goofy ass face and the way you fold when I make a moderately funny joke was what lulled me in. The rest was the money you make and the yarn I can buy with it,” she deadpans, standing up with her bag in hand. Oscar has his usual expressionless face on. “I knew that you were a yarn digger. I am heartbroken beyond repair.” His voice is calm and monotone.
The two look at each other for a brief moment before exploding into laughter. Oscar folds forward, still seated on the couch while (Y/N) holds her tummy. As they calm down, she grins at her boyfriend. “That was a good sparring session. You are a mighty opponent. Same time next week. Now hit the showers, people.” She slings the bag over her shoulder. “Where are you going?” Oscar asks, confused. He has a bit of down time between media and a sim session and planned on grabbing a bite with his love.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m meeting Lily, she asked me to teach her basic crochet so she has something to do during flights and waits on the golf course,” (Y/N) tells him excitedly. It makes Oscar happy to see her connect to the other WAGs through her passions.
As (Y/N) explains to him what her plans are and what materials and resources she put together for Lily to make the start go easier, her eyes light up in that way that makes this warm feeling pool in Oscar’s stomach. Seeing her so… into it, these are the moments where he knows that he gave his heart to the right person. She cherishes it more than anything else in her possession, despite the bickering that borderlines on being mean. But that’s part of their love language.
“Are you even listening to me or just staring like a love sick fool?” (Y/N) asks, getting him out of his trance with a light flick of her fingers to his forehead. Oscar sits up slightly more, concentrating back on his girlfriend. “Sorry, I was thinking about buying stocks in the yarn industry before letting you go wild in a craft store.”
The young woman laughs before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Good idea, maybe the dividends or something will be a little pillow to the fall your credit score has to take.” With that, she turns around to meet up with Lily.
And Oscar? He looks after her until he sees her figure getting lost in the crowd of people running around the paddock, his face back with the ‘love sick fool’ expression. He is ultimately whipped for the woman that can’t take more than ten steps without having some yarn or craft project nearby, the one that gets lost in a world of beautiful colors spun in balls quicker than he thought humanly possible.
Even if he could, he wouldn’t change a single thing about it. Because his favorite happy place means sitting next to her on the couch, a skein of yarn in his lap, having to spool the right amount of yarn from it like a breathing yarn winder for the perfect tension and narrating what is happening in the show they are watching together while occasionally messaging her cramping wrists and lower arms.
