#and yet im not feeling them all at the same time

[ncsdlr]

Hired - W.M N.R

SMUT || MDNI 18+

Word Count: 1533

Prostitute Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: prostitution, edging, vag!dp, threesome, making someone hold their cum? that's it...i think

A/N: My drafts are full and im tryna release my stuff before school starts again:)

---------------------

There was no denying that she was experienced in this way of making a living. Hell, she'd been experienced way before she even considered starting this job. She was a force to be reckoned with, and you did just that when Natasha found herself knocking on your door for another night shift.

As soon as the door opened for her, she was subjected to blindness. Not that Natasha was complaining, she loved being blindfolded, but usually, she would introduce herself as the stress reliever her clients hired for the night. The redhead sighed as she felt herself being guided through the room, noting the seemingly welcoming temperature of her surroundings. Natasha was made to sit down on a bench that was soft enough to distract her for half a second, but when she felt herself being undressed, her focus was easily redirected to the sudden chill she felt while still burning inside with the thirst that only her sponsors could quench.

"We're going to make you feel so good tonight, Natasha." The first voice Natasha heard was soft. She assumed that the person speaking would be the only one to handle her for the night, but that was before Natasha listened to your gruff voice speak into the shell of her ear.

"You're not leaving until you cum." Natasha groaned at your bold words, leaning her head back to find your shoulder, and focusing on the feeling of soft hands caressing her lithe body. Your hands squeezed Natasha's breasts at the same time your wife, Wanda, kneeled before her to spread her legs open gently.

Natasha anticipated what was to come all the while her breathing blew heavier with each kiss your wife placed on the smooth skin of her chubby thighs. Natasha pressed her lips together, her hum breaking into a languid moan when the woman pleasuring her began to lick at her clit directly. Natasha went to grab a lock of your woman's hair but was stopped abruptly when you intercepted her hand's path and held it behind her back with one hand firmly. Natasha was forced to grind into Wanda's mouth, her eyes screwing shut as pleasure consumed her entirely.

"Does that feel good, honey? Do you like what my wife is doing to you? Do you like the way her tongue licks your clit just right, hm?"

Natasha could only breathe out sharply as your words shot straight to her core, making her wetter than she already was. The restricted woman's hands fisted behind her back and you held them tightly as your other hand fondled her breasts. With the same hand, you hold Natasha's tit with, you hold your wife's head down, pulling her even closer to Natasha's sodden pussy much to her great pleasure. 

But even with everything you gave to Natasha- head, your hands all over her body, dirty words, money -she still felt as if something was missing. In her ungrateful desires, Natasha wished that she could hold onto Wanda's head, and feel how your woman's hair weaved through her dainty fingers while she savored the pleasure she felt with your wife working between her pretty legs. 

"Mm, 'm gonna cum," she breathed around a moan as she spoke, continuing with, "fucking hell, gonna cum so- ah!" But then just as Natasha was about to let herself go, Wanda pulled away from her pussy, thus making her whine into the steamy air of your shared room with your wife. 

"Why?" she sobbed, tiny tears wetting the fabric covering her eyes.

"Not yet, baby," your wife's softer voice said.

****

"You tell us if it's too much, okay?"

Natasha breathed out a 'yes' as she got herself situated over your cock, holding onto your headboard as she did. With her pretty tits so close to your face, you leaned your head up to capture her nipple with your mouth, causing the woman above you to let out a surprised breathy moan. I mean, considering she felt you enter her at that same moment, of course, she would moan out for you. 

"You don't know how pretty she looks taking all of me in, Wands."

"I bet she'll look even prettier once I fuck into her too, don't you think, baby?" 

Like a bastard, you thrusted your hips up just as Natasha was about to speak, fucking into her like you cared not for her pleasure but only for your own. Her following moans came in rushed sounds, high-pitched and fast-paced. Natasha fell forward, her chest pressing into yours and rubbing in the slightest every time you thrust into her. You held her down by her hips, your mouth moving to kiss her exposed neck as you did. 

With her eyes now capable of seeing, Natasha looked into your eyes, her teary ones finding your lustful ones. Never had she ever been fucked this good before. Everything felt so good, your hands all over her, your eyes staring into hers, your mouth on her neck, she was feeling everything. And then, your wife joined in, and she deemed that moment the best thing that ever happened to her.

Wanda stilled Natasha's bouncing hips with one hand on her lower back, using her other to position her cock at Natasha's entrance where you already were. Natasha's head fell slack on your chest at the feeling of being filled up so fucking slowly, the stretch nearly being too much for her, but like a champ, she took it with deep breaths and nails digging into your shoulder. 

"Holy fuck," Natasha breathed out.

"Too much, honey?" Wanda asked.

From under her, you watched Natasha's face contort and relax alternatively, feeling the way her body got accustomed to the feeling of two big cocks filling her up. 

"Oh, I think this isn't even close to too much for our slutty girl," you smirked. "Isn't that right, Natasha?"

Natasha mewled above you, her eyes screwing shut lightly as her lips formed a pout, a pout that you took no pity in as you fucked into her again. Your hips made Natasha moan out, a scream-like cry tearing her throat as your wife joined in thrusting into her not even a second later. Natasha's hand on the headboard flew to your shoulder, holding you there tightly, her nails digging into your skin. 

Your wife had other plans, though, because not long went by before she was pulling Natasha up against her, pressing her front to Natasha's back. Wanda's head peaked from behind Natasha's shoulder, smirking at you from her position behind Natasha. You groaned at the sight, one of your hands flying to Natasha's tit, while the other caressed softly at your wife's cheek.

"So hot, my darling," you said, looking deeply into Wanda's eyes. 

Wanda grinned at you, fucking into Natasha with more vigor just as you did so too. The woman cried out, the two big cocks in her pussy stretching her out deliciously. You and Wanda were hitting all of her g-spots simultaneously and it was driving her crazy. The feeling of the two of you in her had her eyes crossing in their sockets, her drool spilling out of her lips, her arms hanging slack at her sides.

"I'm gonna cum," Natasha warned, shakily, "Please let me cum."

Wanda cooed, "Oh, really? You're gonna cum?" then she turned to you, "What do we do, Y/N? The little girl wants to cum."

You sighed, rubbing your hands on Natasha's thighs in faux deep thought before speaking with a wide smirk on your lips, "I don't know, she doesn't really look interested in cumming."

"Oh, please, please. I want to cum, have to cum, please." In that same second, tears fell from Natasha's eyes, running down her flushed cheeks all the way to her neck. "Need to cum, please!"

"Oh, you do?" Wanda asked. 

"I think she does," you smirked, looking into Natasha's eyes as she cried above you.

Wanda pressed her lips to the shell of Natasha's ear and rasped, "Cum, for us, Natasha."

****

And they lived happily ever after...Well, for that night at least. You and Wanda had Natasha in several more positions after that, making her cum more times than she expected to. When all was done, and Natasha's whole body felt like it was on fire, the three of you collapsed into a pile on your marital bed with Wanda. 

Natasha couldn't move, hell she couldn't even lift her finger. You and Wanda were subjected to moving her around strategically on your bed to change the sheets she'd ruined. Not that any of you were complaining. The aftercare was nice too, a wiped down for Natasha then cuddles after you and your wife had a shower while Natasha was passed out on your bed. All was well.

Then, come morning time, Natasha came four more times before she had to leave, sent home in a car the two of you had her be driven home in. The driver you two sent to drive her had to help Natasha walk into her home too. That part was something Natasha was deeply embarrassed of. That driver was definitely traumatized. 

He didn't mind though because unfortunately, he was used to it. 

Natasha was definitely hired back more than once after that. 

So, i guess, yeah, they did live happily ever after. 

[penny-for-thots]

Ommmg I loved your "take it slow" writing with suo <3 can I request the same thing except with umemiya this time plss

ⓘ TAKE IT SLOW, BABY. f!reader — smut. fingering, kissing, mention of loss of virginity, missionary, umemiya being super soft, p in v, lmk if i missed anything ; i have so much sitting in my inbox lol, regardless, here it is! [may 31, '24]

"ume," you sigh into his lips.

his kisses were sweet and innocent, yet now they are sloppy and eager. the sweet part never left—he still treats you softly of course—but the "innocent" claim was no longer in the room.

the two of you rest on your sides, legs newrly entagled and srms slung around he eachother. you whimper as he thick fingers slide in and out of your cunt, streching you out. he chuckles into your mouth as he feels your hips desperately roll to feel release, you nearly hump his arm.

"relax, we'll get there," he coos, "we're takin' it slow today, baby. after all, you are new to this."

his words don't stop your whines, in fact, the sound increases as he pulls his fingers from your core. his tongue swirls around his fingers, a light hum leaving his lips at your taste. he maneuvers to hover atop you, leaning down to whisper, "you taste so good."

umemiya moves his body, his lips ghosting along the bare skin. he presses kisses to the valley of your breasts, to your pretty boobs, and to your stomach. his hands are firmly gripping onto the fleshas he kisses, a compromise for being soft instead of rough.

"ume!"

he smirks, "what an impatient girl i have."

there's a moan of pain and a moan of pleasure as he enters you. a hiss leaves his lips, though the second he relaxes at the sensation, you are met with the softest eyes you could ever witness.

"just let me ... relax, love."

his hips moves in slow strokes, his forehead is pressed to yours, your hands gripping harshly onto his arms. "fuck- just like that," he curses.

his hips speed up, though he doesn't apply much more force. he grunts, hands exploring yout body, eyes trapped onto your face, and dick twitching inside of you.

despite how indecent the situation is, how lewd the situation is, he chuckles, flashing a smile of pure love. "cum with me? please baby," he whispers- hands trailing up your arms to hold them in place.

the bed rocks along with the both of you, lightly creaking at how he's thrusting. "yes, yes! wanna cum with you!" umemiya smiles, a sneaky hand making its way beneath you to lift your hips. a whine leaves you—albeit being shut down quickly with umemiya's cooing next to your ear. "let's cum, hm baby?" he hums, rolling his hips into yours, his cock hitting a new spot inside of you from the different angle.

"ume-" you whine, "ume!"

he softly shushes you, shooting thick ropes inside of the condom he was thoughtful enough to wear. his jaw locks, teeth grinding together at how your pussy squeezes him, the pretty thing gushing all over his lower half.

umemiya smiles softly at the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. "you did so good," he whispers, kissing your cheeks and wiping the tears from your lashes. "so good," he coos. the two of you breathe roughly, despite going relatively slow. it wad you who was the first to speak.

"ume?"

"yes?"

"can we try that again? but- harder?"

i am so sorry this is actually ass, i wssnt in my umemiya groove when writing this, but it is also 11:49 pm. im trying to get my drafts and asks out of the way so i can breathe, but this is a lot of work. i might take a brief break to relax before getting back writing though. i just love burning myself out -.-

[stevie-petey]

chapter six: e pluribus unum

“There’s my pretty girl!” Steve giggles, head lolling to the side as he admires you. “Isn’t she the prettiest, Robin?” Robin giggles as well, her face just as bruised and bloodied as his. “So pretty!”  “Oh God,” despite their injured state, the two teens are in an unusually good mood. They giggle like school girls, Robin even bats her eyelashes at you. Something is off with them. “How hard did they hit your heads?”

Summary: things get hot and heavy in the face of death, mean russians kidnap your hot almost-boyfriend, you have a philosophical discussion about nerdiness with the kids, acid becomes your new favorite weapon, and steve and robin try drugs together. yippee !

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, violence, cursing, blood and mentions of death, use of weapons

Words: 6.7k

Before you swing in: oh BOY do i have a lot to say about this chapter ,,, but for now i will hold off. pls, enjoy her. youve all waited so very patiently for this moment, and im SO excited to see what yall have to say <333

-

“The gate,” you, Steve, and Dustin breathe out at the same time. You stare at the machine before you; the gravity of the situation settles upon all of you as the machine continues to send pulses of light into the entrance of the Upside Down. 

The lights flash, the blue flickers across your face as countless men in lab coats marvel at their creation, and your hands tighten into fists. What they have created will only undo the endless hours you have spent trying to protect everyone, it diminishes every sacrifice that has been made, it taunts the blood that has been spilled. 

You hate them, you hate what they have brought back into your life. 

“We have to get out of here.” No one argues with you, and quickly you guide everyone downstairs.

“What’s going on?” Robin asks as you gently push her down the stairs, quickening her pace. The urgence of your actions, however, only alert her that something is wrong. “Why do you guys look so scared?”

Days of hiding the truth from her have finally caught up to you, you can feel it, and yet there isn’t anything you can really tell her. Not yet, at least; there isn’t enough time. Hurrying down the stairs, you shake your head at Robin. “It’s a lot to explain.”

“I don’t understand, you’ve seen this before?”

She’s always been too perceptive.

You hate her genius mind. 

“Not exactly.” Steve takes over now, trying to help.

Robin’s voice raises, she’s becoming inpatient. “Then what, exactly?”

Two of them argue and Dustin joins in, though you ignore them and reach the last step to start looking for any possible weapons in the room. If you guys have even the slightest chance of making it out of here alive, then you’ll need more than your switchblade and Steve’s surprising new combat skills. 

As your eyes scan the room, you realize, too late, that the Russian guard Steve had knocked out only minutes ago is now gone. Horrified, you frantically whip your head to find him, but the man is gone. 

Wonderful. 

Erica notices this too. “Um, Steve? Where’s your Russian friend?”

With impeccable comedic timing, lights begin to flicker above you as an alarm sounds. Seems the Russian guard snitched, then. 

“Oh, shit!” Your switchblade finds its way into your hand. This just keeps getting worse and worse.

Steve curses as well and sprints to the door to open it, trying to find another way out, but instead he finds a swarm of guards all staring back at him. Cursing again, he slams the door shut. He doesn’t have to say anything, you know by the look on his face that you’re in deep shit. “Go, go, go!”

Blindly you shove Dustin and Erica into the nearest door, tugging at Robin, and Steve takes the rear as the group starts to run. Your senses are in overdrive, your head swims with anxiety and your eyes flicker to any possible way out. Your legs ache with exertion, but you have no fucking idea where you are. 

You make a sharp right and open a random door, but almost immediately you stumble to a halt when you see that it’s the room to the goddamn machine opening the Upside Down. Of course this is the room you chose. The scientists all stare at you, and you really wish you had stayed in bed yesterday. “Fuck!”

“Go, Y/N!” Dustin yanks on your arm and goes left, finding stairs to run down.

You risk a quick look over your shoulder and your heart drops when you see that the Russian guards are close behind. “We got company!” You’re on the landing platform now, too close to the machine and the gate for your own comfort. Dustin screeches as he shoves a Russian against the railing. You wince, feeling bad despite the horrible circumstances. “Sorry!”

“Why are you apologizing to the Russians–holy shit–” Gripping the back of your brother’s shirt, you save him from face planting into the giant laser beam. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”

Steve and the others have joined now, and you realize how helplessly cornered the five of you are. You’re standing on the edge of the platform and the laser’s heat can be felt even six feet away while twenty armed Russian soldiers approach from behind. 

Defeated, helpless, terrified, you turn to the person whose hand rests gently on the small of your back; the only person who gives you solace. “Steve.” 

It’s all you can say, your knees feel weak and your body turns to his, helpless. You don’t know what else to do. Steve’s eyes find yours, he can feel Dustin looking to him for help as well. Robin, Erica. Everyone is looking to him, and yet he’s just as terrified. 

“This way!” He doesn’t know where he’s going, he just knows that he has to protect you. Running back down the stairs, he shoves a guard that blocks the path and you’re right behind him, pushing barrels at more guards that round the corner so that no one else can follow. 

“Go!” You wave the others ahead, now taking the rear with Steve. The two of you do whatever you can to slow the Russians down as Robin leads the kids towards another door. You’re all blindly running through the endless walls of the facility.

The door flies open and everyone rushes into the room. 

Everything happens quickly after that.

Steve slams the door while you hold the kids behind you, away from the door and fearful of the bullets that may rain through it. Steve braces his back against the door. The Russians pound the frame from the other side. 

Madly looking around for any sign of an exit, your body fills with unbearable dread when you realize that you’ve locked yourselves in a room without any way out. 

Dustin’s scared hand grips at your arm. He seems to realize what you already have. “Shit!”

“Robin!” Steve calls out to her, desperate. He’s rapidly losing his footing to hold his position as the guards’ fists rage a relentless war. “Help me, come on!”

She runs to him and throws her back against the door as well, and the distress in Steve’s voice only hastens you as you run around the room. There has to be a way out. You refuse to die like this, far below Hawkins and the sunlight you’ve come to love within the small town. 

Breath quickening, you rush up the steps within the room and drag Dustin along with you. Robin’s face is red now, Steve’s feet keep slipping, and from the force of which the door they hold thuds, you know the guards have started to throw their own bodies against it. 

Something creeks below your foot. You look down and inexplicably hope jumps into your chest. There’s a vent grate, this entire underground facility is full of air ducts, it’s how you got into this entire fucking mess in the first place. “Here! I found something!”

Erica joins you and Dustin and quickly the three of you pry the vent open. You help Erica lower herself inside, instructing her to start crawling, now, when Dustin shouts down to Robin and Steve. “Come on!”

“Go! Just get out of here!” Steve screams back, groaning as the pounding on the door becomes more and more violent. 

Your hand, which had been on your brother’s back, ready to help him inside the air duct next, stills. Your entire body freezes as you look over at Steve, ice cold fear crawls up your neck; doubt creeps in as you realize, far too late, that there isn’t enough time for them to escape into the vent. 

There never seems to be enough time. 

But you have to try anyway. All you ever do is try, you will die trying, you just can’t let it be in vain. “Steve, Robin, let’s go!”

Steve clenches his teeth as another body throws itself against the door. Through his exertion he can see how pale you are now, the realization that dawns on you that you will have to leave him behind, and Steve wishes he could kiss the despair off of your pretty face. “No! Just go and get some help, okay?”

“I–I can’t–” Dustin tugs at your shirt to come with him, but your body is unmoving. You can’t, you won’t leave them behind, Steve’s biceps strain against the doorframe and Robin groans in pain, and yet your brother’s fearful grip on you reminds you of your responsibility to him as well. To protect him, to get Erica home, be with them.

But Steve is in danger. He needs you.

You don’t know what to do. 

“Y/N!” Dustin calls after you as you tear yourself away from him.

Blindly, as your vision darkens and the terror in your body threatens to consume you, you stumble down the steps towards Steve. You need to be close to him, it’s all your mind and body can register as the roaring in your head nearly deafens you.

As soon as you’re in front of him, grasping at his shoulders to try and take him with you, Steve pushes you away. “Y/N, you need to leave–”

“I’m not leaving you!” The shrillness scares even yourself, the sheer desperation to stay with Steve comes deep from within your chest as you scream at him. You’re panicking now, angry at him for even considering the idea that you’d ever leave him. As if you haven’t just gotten him back.

You’re never letting go of him now that you have him. 

Not again. 

Robin tries to reason with you herself, distantly you think she pleads with you, but your vision tunnels and all you can see is Steve. Your body hums with the need for his.

“Y/N, listen to me,” Another thud against the door, Robin’s foot slips, and Steve has to throw his head back and brace for yet another impact. He’s angry at you, too. For not listening to him. For how you’ve always blindly sacrificed yourself, harmed yourself to protect others.

Steve won’t let you hurt yourself anymore, not when he can save you.

Not again.

“The kids need you–”

“I need you!” Tears wet your face now, you’re clutching at Steve’s shirt as Dustin continues to scream at you to run, to not abandon him, and it feels as if you can’t breathe as words begin to tumble from your mouth with hysteria. “We–we can run, right now! You’re fast, and–and Robin can jump and–”

Steve’s lips crash against yours. 

He’s weak and scared and helpless; this is the only way he knows how to get you to listen. 

You breathe in sharply as his lips move against yours, you melt into him. He pours everything into the kiss, your teeth knock against his and your hands find his hair, tugging at it as Steve tries to convey everything that time won’t allow him to. 

The kiss is rushed, it’s messy and it’s aching, and through it Steve begs you. To love him despite the fact that he has to leave you, that he’s doing this for you, he begs you to remember him, and selfishly he kisses you because he doesn’t want to die knowing he’s wasted half the damn summer without ever knowing how your lips felt against his. 

It isn’t death that terrifies Steve, it’s the idea that he almost died without knowing how you tasted. 

When Steve finally pulls away, you’re too shocked to move. His lips are tinged pink and his brown eyes are dark in the lighting and you’re both breathless. Your hands remain in his hair, all you can register is how the strands feel between your fingers and that Dustin is now at your side, yanking at your arm to follow him back towards the vent. 

Numbly you allow Steve’s hands to help Dustin move your limp body, your feet rise to reach the steps. The warmth of Steve’s body is gone now. Faintly you feel your brother’s firm, but gentle, hands as he shoves you inside the vent.

There’s a tugging within your chest suddenly, an overwhelming sensation to turn around, and abruptly you come back to yourself. The roaring in your head quiets for only a moment, the lights are bright and Dustin’s fingers dig into your skin, yet still your eyes find Steve.

He’s far below you now, the Russians have almost broken through the door, and his kiss still sears your lips. Urgently, viciously, you scream the only thing you can think of that encompasses all the love and terror within you, “Come home to me!”

Steve opens his mouth to promise you that he will, he always will. You can hear the promise even before he’s said it, but the doors burst open and Dustin slams the vent’s grate down. 

You ran out of time. 

The echo of the grate’s slam rings in your ears. 

– 

Erica is the one that guides you through the air ducts. 

You haven’t said anything since leaving Steve and Robin behind; it’s been hours now, and yet still you do not speak.

Dustin crawls behind you, worried. He watches your body shake slightly as you crawl through the narrow space. His stomach lurches when he notices how white your knuckles have become from how tightly you clench your fists. 

You’re clinging onto what little resolve you have left, it’s evident to Dustin, and he worries about when, not if, you’ll finally snap. He knows that now isn’t the right time to initiate a code blue, but he’s concerned seeing you so broken. He hates that he can’t do anything, that he dragged you away from the others. 

The air inside the ducts is warm, almost nauseatingly so, and the ringing in your ears has yet to fade. Steve’s kiss still burns your lips. His promise to you, that he would return and come back home to you, the promise that he couldn’t make, drowns out all of your other thoughts. 

Come home to me.

He hadn’t had time to answer you. 

The thought nauseates you more than the sickening heat that surrounds you. You left him. Robin, too. 

You left them both behind, just like you left Will behind the night the Demogorgon got him. And the kids, that night when you abandoned them at the middle school and left them vulnerable to that fucking monster. And Jonathan, when he thought his brother had died and you were too lost in your self pity when he needed you the most. 

Now, after promising Steve you’d stay, sworn in the passenger seat of his car as the snow fell around you both, you’ve left him once more. 

Take all the time you need, I’ll be here.

The promises you’ve made burn so deeply that a wince escapes your lips, and Dustin quietly asks if you’re okay. 

“‘M fine,” you manage to rasp out, crawling forward despite the tormented tugging that begs you to turn around.

You hear Dustin’s lips part, he doesn’t believe you and wants to argue, but you keep your head turned away from him and he instead settles on sighing. You’re not ready to talk about it, not yet. Not now, not when you feel as if you’ve lost a piece of yourself. 

Erica turns a corner and starts to slow down. “Fans up ahead.”

“Great,” Dustin groans when he sees the giant blades spinning, blocking the way forward. “Think we could time it right and jump through them?”

“If you wanna lose a head, sure.” Erica snorts, unpleased with the risky idea. “Don’t you have tools in those lame ass cargo shorts you’re wearing?”

“My cargo shorts aren’t lame…”

You sit quietly as Dustin and Erica try and figure out what to do. You’re still in shock, you can’t gather the energy to try and help them. It’s like a switch has been flipped inside of you, deactivating your ability to do anything other than be plagued with the crippling sensation of loss. 

Eventually Erica convinces Dustin to try and break into the control panel next to the fans and shut them down manually. He pulls a screwdriver from one of his pockets (to Erica’s utter amusement), and starts unscrewing the bolts. Through it all, you remain quiet, and when Dustin looks over at you, he finds you staring blankly at the walls with an almost lifeless gaze.

He sighs. Needing to distract himself, Dustin figures now is as good a time as any to explain everything to Erica. The Russians, why they’re here, why you’ve almost lost your mind trying to protect everyone. “It all started the night Will disappeared, two years ago.”

Dustin explains the Upside Down, the Demogorgon and how it was able to travel to their world through a gate El had accidentally opened with her powers, and now how the Russians have somehow found this gate and are attempting to reopen it.

Erica, to her credit, listens. She doesn’t question a thing, and Dustin is surprised by her lack of sarcastic input, but when he finishes explaining everything, the girl only has doubts about one thing: Lucas being involved. 

“Wait, so you believe everything about El and the gate, and the Demodogs and the Mind Flayer, but you question your brother’s involvement?” Dustin asks the girl, in disbelief of how her mind works. 

“That’s correct.”

Then, surprising them both, you finally speak. “Lucas is brave, Erica. He’s done a lot for the party.”

Erica’s stony expression softens slightly, her usual argumentative demeanor backs down. “Yeah, well. Whatever. You’re damn lucky it’s your birthday and I feel bad for you.”

It’s not much, but you know that she’s spared you her malice. For once you accept the sympathy, even if your luck has run out hours ago when Steve kissed you and then tore you apart. “Lucky,” you snort. “Yeah.”

Dustin and Erica look at one another wearily, though you pretend you don’t see it. After a few heartbeats, your brother clears his throat and goes back to unscrewing the control panel.

“Um, you need help with that?” Erica asks the boy, doubtful of his capabilities. When Dustin tells her no, she doubles down. “I mean, it’s taking a while, so–”

Dustin huffs at her. “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“Don’t cuss at her.” You butt in, but Erica has already started back with her arguing. 

She claims that at the slow pace you’re going, Steve and Robin stand no chance, and her words make the nausea claw up your throat. Dustin notices the way you clutch at your stomach and he quickly tries to reason with Erica, maybe say that she’s wrong, but the girl only continues to talk. 

“I mean, we’ve made it about point-three miles in nine hours.” Erica looks down at her watch as she speaks, but her eyes almost swim with the numbers you assume she invisions in her mind. “Then we had to walk three hours down that tunnel, so I’d estimate ten miles back to the elevator, which should take us approximately twelve and a half days.”

You and Dustin look at each other, baffled. No way Erica managed to come up with those numbers all on her own. Sure, you’ve always secretly suspected that she was more intelligent than she let on, but Jesus. You can hardly remember the multiples of seven on a good day. 

“Did you just do all of that in your head?” Dustin asks her, eyes wide with astonishment.

Erica shrugs. “I’m good with numbers.”

“That’s an understatement,” you mumble under your breath, though you’re starting to feel more like yourself again. Dustin calls Erica a nerd, which she adamantly denies, and the light hearted conversation almost seems to draw you out of your state of shock, albeit slowly. 

Your brother lists off all the proof he has of Erica’s “nerdiness” and you listen, chuckling. The genuine offense on the girl’s face is hard not to laugh at, and when Dustin sees that it seems to be cheering you up, he doubles down on his efforts. 

“Fact number three: you love My Little Pony.” He holds up Erica’s backpack that has two ponies printed across it, which you snort at.

Erica crosses her arms defensively. “And what does My Little Pony have to do with this?”

“Let’s recall the ponies’ latest adventure, shall we?” Dustin clears his throat and begins retelling the tales of the ponies, and you cannot believe that your fourteen year old brother still watches the show and pays enough attention to understand its themes and narrative. “Ergo, My Little Pony is nerdy. Ergo, you, Erica, are a nerd.”

“Not to take sides,” you poke your head between the two kids. “But why do you know so much about the show, Dustin?”

“Because I’m a nerd.” He manages to get the control panel open and rips the wires out of it. Electric sparks fly as they disconnect and the fans behind you slowly come to a stop. “Now, let’s go, nerds.”

Erica glares at him before turning to you. “Do you watch My Little Pony, Y/N?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m not that pathetic. I read comics instead, like the mature seventeen year old I am.”

The girl rolls her eyes at you, entirely over you and your brother, and starts crawling through the air ducts once more. As she leaves, Dustin stays behind. “Hey,”

His hand wraps around your arm and stops you from following Erica. You pause, confused as to what he may want. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” In the lighting, for just a moment, Dustin looks up at you and he’s the nine year old little boy who once feared you would get lost in your mother’s grief and father’s anger.

The last icy tendrils of shock melt, you come back to yourself when you hear your little brother’s fear for his sister. Taking Dustin’s hand into yours, you squeeze it. “Of course I’m okay. I have you.” 

Dustin laughs softly, relief evident within his exhale, and you yank his hat off of his head to break the remaining tension away. He lunges for it, betrayed, though he laughs again anyways, and for a few seconds it’s just the two of you giggling to yourselves as you fight over the hat. 

“Are you two shitbirds coming, or do I gotta kill those Commies on my own?” Erica shouts, now on the other side of the air duct.

With one last tug, Dustin tears the hat from your grasp and sticks his tongue out at you. “Last one to Erica owes the other $5!” He starts speed crawling towards the girl, giving you absolutely no chance of winning, and you hang your head in defeat and sigh.

The fucker owes you so much money already.

–

It takes hours.

Back aching and knees bruised, you crawl behind the kids in the seemingly endless maze that resides in the facility’s air ducts. It’s similar to the tunnels you walked through what feels like years ago originally, with Steve holding your hand through it all, though you know it couldn’t have been less than a day ago now.

The entire time, your mind doesn’t once quiet its concern for Steve and Robin. Just when the pounding in your head becomes splitting, Dustin stops you and Erica.

“Y/N, help me remove the vent.”

“Why, what’s up there?” You’re next to him, squinting through the grate’s small holes. All you see are what appear to be a line of vaults, though it’s hard to tell. “I don’t see anyone.”

Dustin starts prying at the vent. “Exactly, there’s no one up there and look, can’t you see it?”

You squint again, getting even closer to the holes to peer inside. Something glows bright green on one of the vault’s shelfs. “Is that…?”

“Uh huh. Now help me, will you?”

It takes a minute or so before you’re able to pry the vent open. Together, the two of you slowly lift your heads through the opening and look around. The room you’ve ended up in is empty. Along its walls are rows of vaults with multiple vials of the green chemicals you found in the elevator. 

You’re not entirely sure what your brother has in mind, but you know it can’t be anything good.

“Jackpot!” Dustin breathes out with newfound exhilaration. He climbs out of the air duct first and eagerly starts looking around while you help Erica out. 

The two kids look around in amazement, but you survey the area out of habit. It’s too quiet within the room. Being so close to the chemicals again leaves you on edge. “Stay close to me, we don’t know who could be nearby–”

“Oh!” Dustin abandons your caution in a heartbeat. He starts running down the steps, and when you see what’s gotten him so excited, you follow after him. There’s a cart right at the bottom of the stairs, parked to the side without anyone in it. 

It could be your ticket out of here, if you’re lucky.

“Do you even know how to drive?” Erica teases Dustin, but you step past her and join him to inspect the vehicle. 

He waves an indifferent hand at her. “How hard can it be? Max did it.”

“That was the worst car ride of my life” You shiver at the memory. The taste of blood fills your mouth and you can almost feel the bruises again. Shaking your head, you force yourself to focus. “Think you could hotwire this?”

Dustin furrows his brows and ducks his head under the wheel. He shuffles around, mumbling to himself, before he curses. “No, it’s one of those fancy, expensive carts. Which is goddamn ironic for people who hate wealth. We need a key.”

“Okay, that’s not how Communism necessarily works–”

“Did you two seriously think they’d leave keys in there?” Erica interrupts you, cutting straight to the point as she always does. 

Dustin starts digging around the cart now. He checks the mirror compartment, under the seat, wherever his hands can reach. “There’s gotta be a spare…” When he comes up with nothing, he shoves you out of the cart. “Go and look inside the vault room.”

“A ‘please’ wouldn’t hurt.” Though you do as you’re told, trusting that the room is secure enough to leave him and Erica alone for a few minutes as you look.

There are vials everywhere, but no signs of a spare key. You wander the rows, the green liquid glows ominously. Drawing your face closer to one of the vials, the liquid bubbles in its glass container. This small, inconspicuous vial is what melted cement back at the elevator.

An idea comes to you. 

“Dustin,” you call over your shoulder, eyes still on the chemical. “What if we grabbed some of these vials and used them as some kind of weapon? I mean, it’s some pretty powerful stuff.” No one responds, which you frown at. It’s then that you realize it’s become suspiciously quiet, and with your heartbeat in your throat, you run back towards the kids. 

You find Dustin with spare keys in his hand, a proud smile on his face. “Found ‘em.”

“I’m going to start making you pay me every time you give me a goddamn heart attack.” A hand rests against your chest as you try to lower your heart rate. “I mean, this just can’t be good for me–”

A loud, spine tingling crack of electricity zaps behind you.

Screaming, you jump at the noise and into Dustin’s side. You both turn around, coming face to face with a giant electric prod held by a smiling Erica. 

“What the hell is that?” Dustin shouts at her, fear still in his voice. 

“A deadly weapon.” She zaps it again and the sound is deafening. “Could be useful.”

Both hands on your chest now, you hunch over and try to not to have a heart attack right then and there. “You kids are going to kill me one day.” You swallow, take a deep breath. “God, why can’t we stick with knives? They’re quiet, quaint. Not at all terrifying.”

“Knives against Commies? I thought you wanted to save your boyfriend, Y/N.” Erica swings the prod as she speaks and you hold your hands up.

“Let’s not swing that around, okay? The last thing I need today is to be electrocuted by that thing.” When she lowers the prod, you continue. “But…  you should keep it. It’ll be useful for saving Steve and Robin.”

Dustin steps in front of you. “Wait a minute, aren’t you always lecturing me about being realistic? We don’t even know where they are.”

“And aren’t you always lecturing me about putting the party first?” You can’t believe that Dustin isn’t tearing the place apart to find Steve. “We can’t just leave them here. No way you think I’d let you do that.”

“But there are a million guards up there with weapons way deadlier than that!” He points at Erica’s electric prod. He starts walking towards the cart, keys in hand, and beckons you to get inside it as well. “Admit it, the best thing we can do for them is get out of here and find help. Our chance of surviving, and theirs, rises substantially.”

“No.” You don’t step foot in the cart.

“Just trust me on this.” Dustin tries to get you into the cart, but you plant your feet on the ground and refuse to move. “Y/N, please don’t be difficult right now.”

“I said no.” Your voice hardens. Dustin has never been one to back away from a challenge, and yet here he is. Accepting defeat and leaving Steve and Robin to suffer the consequences of it. You’ve always been the first to stand behind realism, to denounce insane ideas and stunts that the party always manages to get itself into, but this time it’s different. 

Somewhere within these walls, your friends are facing unimaginable terrors. They sacrificed themselves to save you and the kids. Once again, Steve Harrington has saved your life.

And you’ve always evened out your debts to him. 

“We’re going to look for them.” You walk back into the vault room and start grabbing vial after vial of chemicals. There’s an air of authority in your demeanor, daring the kids to argue with you. You’re taking control now after being numb for so long. Dustin follows you, tries to argue, but you continue grabbing vials from the shelves as a plan forms in your head. “We are going to grab as many of these as we can, load them up into the cart, and then drive around this shithole until we find our friends.”

You shove the vials into Dustin’s arms. He blinks at you, this is the most clear headed he’s seen you since descending down in the elevator. Marching back towards the cart, you place your own vials down. “Then, we are going to use whatever chemical this is to cause a distraction. We’ll melt something, maybe cause a fire. I don’t give a shit what we do. All I know is that we are going to then save our friends and get the fuck out of this hellscape. Do I make myself clear?”

Dustin and Erica stare at you, jaws slacked, both now sitting in the cart. Taking their silence as a yes, you nod, pleased. “Fantastic. Now, my dear brother, start driving or I will. Either way: we’re leaving.”

He gulps and tightens his hands on the steering wheel. When you’ve settled into the back of the vehicle, he starts the cart. “Let’s go, then.”

As Dustin drives, Erica twists in her seat to look at you. She’s impressed, albeit still slightly terrified. “Have you always been so scary?”

“Yes. I just hide it well. Makes it more useful when I need it.” 

– 

You’ve just finished counting the vials when Erica seems to decide now is an appropriate time to ask invasive questions. 

“So what do you see in that hair guy?”

“You mean Steve?” Although, you suppose that hair guy is a pretty good indicator for him.

Erica nods. “Yeah, I just don’t understand how someone like him could impress you. He wears a sailor’s uniform and flings ice cream all day long.”

You’re oddly touched by this, though her description of Steve makes you sad. He’s so much more than just some guy who scoops ice cream. He’s brave, selfless, sensitive, and kind. “Don’t give me too much credit. There’s a lot you don’t know about Steve.”

She makes a disgusted face. “Yuck. It sounds like you love the guy.”

Dustin cringes and looks disgusted as well. He doesn’t want to hear his sister waxing and waning about his friend. “Can we not talk about that right now?”

Erica pinches his side, causing him to nearly crash the cart into the wall. “I’m an inquisitive person and clearly they’re in love. Y/N almost bit your head off when you suggested abandoning him.”

“Okay, I didn’t suggest abandoning him.”

“It’s just the facts!”

They argue, forgetting that you’re there. However, you need the distraction, and talking about Steve has always made you feel braver than you really are. A smile spreads across your face when you think about him. The words spill from your mouth without any effort. “I do love Steve.”

Dustin’s arguing fades away. His eyes meet yours in the cart’s rearview mirror. He already knew that you loved Steve, but to hear you say it, to see the blush that invades your face whenever you talk about him, it makes everything more real. Guilt washes over him. He wanted you to leave the boy you love behind. 

“Look,” Dustin sighs. He needs to get this off of his chest. “I’m sorry about telling you to leave Steve and–”

A scream echoes within the hall. It’s feminine, familiar. 

“Robin,” your stomach twists. She’s alive. And close. She has to be close if you can hear her screams. You grab Dustin’s shoulder. “Go!” 

He slams on the gas and the cart picks up speed. Rounding the corner, he brakes harshly and you’re in yet another hallways. It’s silent, there isn’t anyone there. You close your eyes, you’re close. You can feel it, but you can’t locate them if you don’t know where they are. 

“C’mon, Robin, “ you plead. “Help us find you.”

Another scream, this time it sounds even closer.

“That way!” Erica points left, and there’s no time to doubt if she’s right. The three of you jump out the cart and grab the chemicals. Dustin also grabs the electric prod, and then you all start running. 

Robin screams again, and this time you can place which door it comes from. Adrenaline rushes through you. You have to work fast. At the end of the hall you see what looks to be an alarm switch on the wall. It wasn’t a part of your plan earlier, but it’ll have to do.

“Erica, go to the switch down there. When I say go, you press it. Alright?” She nods at you, quickening her pace. You turn to Dustin next, grabbing the vials from him. “Get the prod ready. I’ll throw the vials.”

When you get to the door that separates you from Robin, you press your ear against it. Voices are muffled, but still Steve's voice comes through as well. Your heart jumps. He’s with her. He’s alive as well. 

Erica stands at the end of the hall and you hold your palm up, signaling her to wait. Looking at Dustin, he nods at you and holds the prod to his chest. Taking a deep breath, you start throwing the vials harshly against the floor.

You use all the anger within you to guide what little strength you have left. The anger drives you, it propels the vials, it shatters them. The chemicals spill everywhere. The cement floor begins to erode away, sizzling. After you’ve thrown your last one, you shout to Erica, “Now!”

Alarms sound overhead. Erica runs back towards you and you shove the kids behind a barrel. Within seconds the hallway fills with Russian guards and they swarm around the melted floor, but you keep your eyes on the door. Silently you beg for your plan to work. The door has to open, whoever is inside has to come and investigate the damage you’ve caused. 

An agonizing three seconds pass. Sweat drips down your face. Then, a man comes crashing out of the door. He marches down the hallway and disappears when he turns the corner. As soon as he’s gone, Dustin slams through the door. There’s a man dressed in doctor’s scrubs within the room, but your brother attacks him with the prod and knocks him out quickly.

Erica and Dustin stand over the unconscious man. They’re surprised the plan has worked. Yet all you see is Steve. 

Everything else fades away. He’s tied to a chair, his face is bleeding. You run towards him, uncaring about whatever else may be in the room. A whole fucking army of Russians could be standing next to you right now and you still wouldn’t spare them a single glance. 

“Oh, honey.” The sentiment drips from your lips as your knife cuts through the rope that binds him. You’re so fucking relieved that he’s okay, that Robin is as well. But there’s so much blood. In your periphery you see a tray with a bone saw on it. 

“There’s my pretty girl!” Steve giggles, head lolling to the side as he admires you. “Isn’t she the prettiest, Robin?”

Robin giggles as well, her face just as bruised and bloodied as his. “So pretty!” 

“Oh God,” despite their injured state, the two teens are in an unusually good mood. They giggle like school girls, Robin even bats her eyelashes at you. Something is off with them. “How hard did they hit your heads?”

Dustin starts to help you untie Steve. “Get ready to run.” He instructs them with a firm voice. However, Robin and Steve continue to laugh. As if this is all one big joke to them. 

They almost seem… drunk. 

But there isn’t time to ask any questions. Any minute now the guards will return. You cut the last rope that’s tied around Robin and ask Erica if she can carry her. They’re too loopy to walk straight, you’ll need to help Dustin carry Steve back to the cart.

It takes a lot of yelling, slapping Steve’s hand away from your face as you struggle to drag his limp body to the cart, more bribes for Robin than you ever would’ve imagined, but miraculously you get the two idiots into the cart parked outside. 

As soon as they’re secured in the back with you, Dustin steps on the gas and you leave the Russians behind.

“Tried promising you I’d come home, angel.” Steve is sprawled on your lap. His eyes are cloudy, he isn’t quite here with you. 

“You didn’t have to say anything. I knew you’d promise me.” You reassure him. Carefully, you brush hair out of his face and you inspect his wounds. The cuts don’t look too deep, but you’re worried he might have yet another concussion. Thankfully, however, the blood has already started to scab over. The worst of it is over, and yet your heart still constricts when you remember that he’s injured because of you. “My poor, sweet honey.”

Steve closes his eyes and hums with content. “I love it when you call me honey.” He rolls onto his side now and nuzzles his bloodied face into your stomach. “Makes me feel special.”

Your fingers find his hair, careful to avoid any bumps and heart swelling at what he’s said. Clearing your throat, you look to Robin who is on your other side. You start checking her over as well. She isn’t as battered as Steve is, though a bruise is forming on her cheek. 

When she sees you looking at her, she winks. “I lived!”

“You did,” you squeeze her hand and her head falls against your shoulder. She lets out her own content sigh, and you play with her hair as well. They’re still with you. Still whole and alive.

With Steve and Robin safely wrapped around you, you can finally rest.

-

⌑ series masterlist

⌑ if you would like to be added/removed from my taglist, just let me know :)

⌑  taglist: @siriuslysmoking @sheisjoeschateau @thytorturedpoet @innercreationflower @juhdoche @frostandflamesfanfic @goosy-goose @quinnsadilla @munsons-queen @stefansring @rice-elephant @bex22109 @bitchkeery @bex22109 @officerrrfriendly @kazunish @idkitsem @emilieluckwood @ryoujoking @criesinlies @tagakalat @dcnerd98 @sucker-4-angst @kitdjarin1 @onecojg @innazra @areiofhope @spaghetittied @cultish-corner @g8sstuff @videogamesandpoorlifechoices @moonpascal @l0ve-0f-my-life @newyorkangelbaby @aliceespector @chervbs @poppet055 @bookkeeperlove @bellenotthebeast @swiftieblyth @​ladyobscurus @moon-flowerrs @estaticheart @dreamingofts18 @lanxsee @thecapricunt1616 @aheadfullofsteverogers

@marvel-and-music @angie2274 @thescoopstroopers @xuimhao @rh1nestonecowg1rl @shelby-ren @carinacassiopeiae @eddiemunson-86-baby @ribbetzetoad @harryssideboobz @cherrycherry19 @mamamakaylamorgan23 @slttygeto @alltoomay @hiraethavis @torntaltos @eeniemeenie @latenightreadingpdf @gayandfairycore @aliceespector @l0ca1ax010t1 @whosyourgnomie @luca-random-stuff @thaliagracesgf @ofallthechemicalboys

[lovesickry]

⎯ LET THE LIGHT IN ⁴

⎯ lando norris x rival femdriver!reader [5.6k] (unedited) part 5 !!. find all parts here!. contains: 18+,consumption of alcohol, angst.  a/n: im so sorry the next part has taken me so long to write, ive been sick and had work and things. anyway.... also I dont describe the dress she wears because I hate when youre reading something and obviously fashion is subjective so when the author describes a dress you hate as "the most beautiful dress" it kind of ruins it, so I left that part just open to anybody's interpretation. I hope you enjoy.

the flight to Monaco was only short but you could use the sleep. any kind of respite away from lando's prying eyes as you settled into the cushion of your seat, trying to ignore landos foot tapping yours.

you let yours eyes closed and your body sink further into what you thought would be a dreamless sleep but of course there was always an irony to your "peace".

his hands were on your waist, warm. his forehead inches from yours, tense. the light around both of you pulsed and darkened. his face was flushed, his lips plump and bruised, his eyes glazed.

you woke up just as his hands moved up to your face, you hoped you weren't nearly as red as you felt as you got up to stretch your legs, splash your face with cold water or something . lando was lost in something on his phone and lewis and Daniel were deep in conversation as you explored the small plane. trying to talk some sense into yourself following the prior events. It was just teasing, just something to get on each others nerves, there was nothing to it, he didn't make you feel anything.

he was just a warm body. nothing else.

get. over. it. you repeat to yourself, trying to etch it in your brain somewhere and let it take up residency. you return to your seat to find a smug looking lando doing his absolute best job of flirting with the flight attendant. he looked like such an idiot, giving her the most predatory look he could muster as if to make her fall to her knees and beg him for anything he would give her. she didn't even look like she wanted to talk to him, you scoffed perhaps too loudly before finally returning to your seat.

25 more minutes was a measly number amount of time to behave, yet somehow you’re not sure he could do it. you do your best to zone out, studying the track that you were en-route to, for once actually looking over the notes sent over to you by your engineer, anykind of distraction was a good distraction. you look out of the window at the sky and remember you were never too fond of heights, you scrounge in your bag for your headphones and swiftly put them over your head to block the sound of lando’s voice and close your eyes.

you must’ve dozed off or atleast time flew by when you woke up and you’d landed, plane taxiing to it’s park while the chatter of daniel and lewis came back into your ears with the removal of your headphones. lando wasn’t sitting in front of you and you were glad of it, anywhere he wasn’t and you were was a good coping mechanism, distance was always good for addiction you thought. you centre yourself and rub your eyes, feeling already drowsy while you gather your things splayed out on the chair next to you, phone, lip balm, papers, pens, keys, books. all shoving them into your bag before getting up and making your way towards the exit. the air was cool and you get a slight chill the moment you step out of the plane, but you welcome it, Monaco is beautiful. you had to admit you didnt love the French speaking part, considering you had the worst French accent known to man, but fuck was it beautiful, a few days before you had to get back in the car again would hopefully be a reset for the system.

"you good?" lewis asks, patting your back "yeah" you say quickly "tired" you continue, dismissively. "me too" he replies "im so excited to sleep in my own bed" he says

a voice pipes up

"me too" Daniel sticks his head in "same" lando says, suddenly conscious

"yeah my hotel bed is gonna be lovely too" you say sarcastically, feeling as though youre the only f1 driver who doesnt atleast have a rented apartment in Monaco.

"bet it will" lando quips back

you smile at him, squinting your eyes before turning forward and asking lewis a question about the next team briefing.

the French countryside flits by as you stare out the window. the trip is short but you're so tired, fuck you could fall asleep with your eyes open. you fail to realise that you're the last stop, and you curse yourself as the car pulls up to lewis' house first, then daniels, then lando's finally.

"do you wanna come in?" he asks, almost shyly.

his sincerity catches you off guard and you're tempted to say yes, to shout it, to scream it but theres that ever present barrier between you and him that stops you from it.

"im so tired" you say truthfully, albeit a bit bashfully.

"oh" he says, is he disappointed?

"you should give the flight attendant a call, she might wanna come in" you say, trying to somewhat lighten the mood but also give him a slight reason as to why you aren't being so agreeable right now.

"oh come on" he says, back to his usually smug self

"it was a joke" you say simply

"yeah..... you can just say you were jealous" he responds and you notice the way his jaw tenses.

you scoff and roll your eyes at the accusation.

"think the fly on the wall was jealous" you say, alluding to the fact he wasn't very quiet about it.

"oh yeah?" he asks "was she cute?" he continues

you laugh in response and his eyes meet yours for the first time in 2 days and youre both smiling and for the first time, perhaps strangely it felt... normal.

"see you around" you say, putting a stop to whatever seems to be hanging between you too, hoping a sleep might clear your mind and dissolve what was brewing between you two to help you understand it just a bit better.

-

your hotel room is barren but beautiful and your balcony makes Monaco into the spectacle that it is, the colours blurring into each other as the sun sets over the sky. you set your things down exhausted and rip your shoes off, throwing them somewhere unknown in the vast room. you let yourself out onto the balcony and allow the cool air to circle your figure, hoping for some clarity but only receiving an absurd sense of peace. you'd never been into hookup culture, atleast not for a couple years, so why was it that this thing, with lando continued to excite you so much, you would've loathed him in any other context but now that he had touched you it was like his hands were always there, lingering and you didnt mind. being honest with yourself was a rare occurrence so this kind of heart to heart standing alone was an eye opener and definitely something to think about to keep you up about. you wander inside and head for the shower, having been waiting to scrub off any accumulated grime all day. you wash your face and pay special attention to the way your eyes sink in, christ you needed to sleep. the hot water streams onto your skin and christ its dry, as it always is, no matter the length of the flight and your hair is almost hydrophobic as it drips down onto your forehead and you wipe it away from your eyes.

-

after being sufficiently scrubbed clean and moisturised you climb into the clean sheets of the hotel bed, settling on your side and closing your eyes, your eyes heavy and your mind finally (almost) quiet.

-

the sun shines into your room positively much too early and you roll onto your stomach , smushing your face into the pillow as to not be woken up by the beaming sun but instead being rudely awoken by the incessant buzzing of your phone. groaning you roll over and search for your phone on the floor, picking it up you see what's going on.

"shit" you say audibly

you scramble out of bed, checking the time and cursing yourself for forgetting the fact that youre employed in spite of the recent dramatic affairs.

"shit. shit. shit. shit. shit" you repeat, rummaging through your briefcase for anything appropriate to wear, fuck why is it all skirts and shorts, curse the fucking Mercedes dress code. you scrape the bottom of your case and draw out finally some Mercedes appropriate attire. you're quick to dress, grabbing your shoes, makeup and car keys on the way out.

the elevator is achingly slow as you tie the laces on your shoes and you shake your leg waiting for the elevator to finally hit basement. the next task is picking your expensive car out of the field of other expensive cars, you walk up just about every line before you spot it just as far away as it could be.

"fucking hell" you curse to yourself before picking up into a jog and unlocking the car.

you manoeuvre yourself and the collection of things in your hands into the small car, throwing your bag onto the passenger suit, whipping your neck around before reversing out of the badly manoeuvred park and driving out of the garage.

the track is only a 5 minute drive but theres still the question of getting a park and actually getting yourself looking somewhat presentable for a work "event". you arrive a minute after 11 and figure you're already late, five minutes longer won't hurt.

you flip down the mirror from and use it to aid you as you hurriedly conceal your purple eye bags, the rogue pimple that won't dissipate just below your jawline and any kind of sleep marks that still litter your face from last night.

you fix your eyebrows as best you can, considering they haven't been plucked in a few weeks, apply lip balm to your dry and almost bleeding lips having developed a habit of gnawing on your lips in the car for pretty much every single lap until the last and roll your perfume on your neck just as you fix up your hair.

-

"i'm so sorry" you repeat as you slunk into the meeting room, trying as best as you can to appear small in the presence of suit clad business man talking to you and lewis about just how much media is good media and what your duties will be for the next week coming.

the meeting is an endless slug of demands, lists and expectations. lewis is a lot better at pretending he cares at these things, you try your best but you're not really sure they encourage "cooperation". every know and again you and lewis share a knowing smile for no reason in particular and then get drawn back into the mundane powerpoint presentation that seems to drone on forever, the only things you remember as you walk out seem to be....

that you have a dinner with the rest of the drivers on Wednesday

that you and lewis are gonna be in an ad for the new mercedes

that they wants you to be more of an "advocate" for the team, Mercedes that is, meaning a number of things.

-

"couldn't have made it any shorter?" you nudge lewis

"trust me, I think they tried to make it longer" he laughs

"I should've been later" you joke

"me too" he says, though you know he was perfectly on time.

you hug him just as he approaches his car,

"take care" you say

"you too" he responds, chipper as usual as he closes his door.

-

you waste away the afternoon exploring the hotel, exploring being much too gourmet a word, you pretty much just did what your trainer told you to do which was run, lift weights, walk, lift weights, run again. still, it manages to eat away at your afternoon and by the time you're sufficiently worn out, its time for dinner.

-

you work yourself into a routine when you return to your room, you sit outside on the balcony for sometime, enjoying the cool breeze if only for a bit, soaking in the quiet noises of people living their lives below you. followed by a long, hot shower in which you shed the smell of sweat that clung to you since your elongated trip the gym earlier. finally you spoil yourself to some tv in bed, before dozing off quite peacefully, hair wet and tv still on.

you hadn't learnt from yesterday as the sun still rudely awakes you, maybe for the best. you've never been a morning person. you groan loudly and roll around for a bit in the warmth of the foreign bed. you exhale, sigh and then sit up stubbornly getting used to the horrible light shining through the window.

-

breakfast consisted of eggs and avocado eaten too fast while on a call with your trainer, who laid out your day as simply as this.

workout

shower

get ready

dinner

sounded good to you, she also mentioned that id be getting the dress delivered to my room no later than 2pm and that I should be showered by then so that they can dress me. a foreign word "dress me", or words. anyway, I wasn't a child so figured it rather strange but followed and when I hung up I wandered up the gym in which I once again ran, lifted weights, walked, ran and finally stretched, arguably my favourite part.

-

your face was specifically flushed after this specific workout so you aired on the side of caution at the temperature of your shower, decidedly going for a slightly colder temperature than normal. you finish your shower at approximately 1:45pm and remember you dont even know if this dress is strapless, youre not even sure you bought a strapless bra, god you hoped they prepped for that sort of thing, of course they did, you thought.

the dress arrives, followed by a lady you dont recognise and your trainer, you learn the person you dont recognise is called Charlotte and you promise to remember as she sets down her makeup kit and unzips the bag holding the dress. the first thing you see is black before your jaw drops at the sight of the dress, christ it was beautiful. thank god, you thought to yourself. when your trainer said Charlotte was going to dress you, she meant it.

she unzipped it, zipped it, adjusted it, fluffed it. you would be lying if you said you didnt feel only a little bit out of place in a dress, you hadn't worn one this nice in a while but you liked it. you sat down and let Charlotte do your makeup, enjoying the process as you all chatted amid the music you played out loud. it was customary to show up to the event in a Mercedes associated car so you were not driving yourself to this event, so you take the liberty of doing some shots. only 2 thought, just enough to feel as though the knot in your stomach has slightly loosened but not enough to be tipsy, regarding the knowledge they'll be champagne at the event. Charlotte straps the silver heels to your feet and you wondered just how many people were going to be at this event, a thought that is interrupted by a text message.

grace (trainer) 6:54pm

cars downstairs, cant miss it

you alert Charlotte of the message and she's happy to escort you down, noting particularly to watch the train of the dress when you walk as it can catch.

"thank you so much Charlotte" you say as you get into the backseat of the car, not before giving her a hug.

you say a brief hello to your driver, which is answered with a very formal and accented "good evening, madam", before he pulls away from the hotel wordlessly.

-

you take a final deep breath in the cold comfort of the car before stepping outside and greeting the press with a flat smile. they're shouting and there is so much flashing, you dig your nails into your palm and hold you sweet smile before finally getting inside. you let out a shaky breath when you finally get inside and make a beeline for any familiar face, in this case this familiar face happens to be a certain drivers girlfriend.

"LILY" you say, albeit a bit too excitedly.

"oh my god" she turns around swiftly and recognises you.

"stop it I haven't seen you in forever" she continues

you think about it and it honestly is quite true, even if she's at races you never seem to find time to see each other and on top of that she's got her own life.

she grabs you a glass of champagne and passes it to you.

"thanks lil" you say back

"how are you? what have you been up to? Alex says your matching lewis" its a string of questions and statements but youre eager to answer

"im good, been pretty busy, Alex is being nice but yeah I think im finally getting along with the car, I mean and the upgrades they brought were nice too" you laugh

she nods in response and you cut her off before she can ask another string of questions about you.

"enough about me though, how are you? what the heck have you been up to? I feel like the last time I saw you, you were about to win the golf thingy you were telling me about"

"im good, busy too I think you gathered that, hasn't been too hot in the golf department but thats okay, its still fun so hey" she says

you continue the conversation, buzzing with curiosity for a while before Alex comes over and informs you of the Mercedes team "needing" you, you excuse yourself and begin the tedious task of locating anyone in this sea of people.

you run into Charles and Pierre on your search and say a brief hello, posing the question of have you seen toto to which they both shake their heads. great.

you spend another 5 minutes scouring the ground floor, before finally off into a little secluded corner you spot the towering figure of toto and begin to walk towards him, champagne glass still half full.

"ah there you are" he states, upon spotting you, which causes the faces of lewis and susie and another person you didnt know to turn and face you.

"sorry, got a bit sidetracked" you admit.

"no problem, good to see you" he pulls you in for a hug and you oblige.

"sorry to pull you away from whatever I have, but just something quick to say to the both of you" he pauses to look at you and lewis

"we've got word that there's possible sponsors here but they're still deciding what team-"

"so you've brought us here to tell us to convince them that they should pick us" lewis interrupts

"pretty much" toto continues

"okay" you nod

"do we know who they are?" you ask

"no. thats a slight problem, and we dont know if other teams do or dont either" the person who you dont recognise pipes in.

"oh" you and lewis say in unison.

"just look for any group of people who look as if they have something stuck up their ass" susie says.

"alright easy enough" you say, looking at lewis and then back again.

"okay great" toto says, pretty much dismissing you both.

-

you're nodding your head at the words coming out of lewis' mouth, chatting to the men in suits who do in fact look like they have a stick up their ass, when you notice lando, for the first time that evening. he's clad in black dress pants and a white shirt, but what really grinds your gears is the person hanging off of him. she's blonde and perfectly model thin, with blonde hair and legs that go on forever. your jaw clenches and you fight the bitterness that dangerously floods your thoughts and turn back to face lewis.

across the room lando seems to notice you, perfect and gorgeous and untouched. looking so sinful in that dress, but smiling like an angel. he didnt want to bring her, she'd more or less invited herself but he couldn't lie and say she was ugly, he fucking wished he could touch her and not think of you, think of her sucking him off instead of you. think of anyone but you. he'd been so sweet to you, so fucking nice and all he got was a "see you", if you knew everything he wanted to do to you, have you had said yes that day... oh god, but you said no and he was not going to beg, but he despised you for it. for 'postponing' what he wanted so fucking badly, so if what he had make you jealous at a work dinner then fuck it, let it happen, he still had a few tricks up his sleeve to show her.

-

you kept glancing over your shoulder and spotting lando again, stood next to her and you couldn't fucking stop, shit you were definitely jealous, shit shit shit. you grab another glass of champagne and take a polite sip before once again glancing over your shoulder sheepishly.

you meet his gaze and your heart stops, his hand is on her lower bare back and you clench your teeth together forcing a teethy smile and turning to face forward again.

-

you excuse yourself from the crowd of people who have gathered around you and lewis and make a beeline for the bathroom, needing some alone time to get your head together, pick it up off the floor and force it back into your skull in some way that made you hate lando norris again, instead of wanting him. the lights are much too bright in the private cubicle and you spend 5 minutes just leant against the tiled wall taking some breaths, steading yourself, centring yourself.

your mind is reeling, a mix of the alcohol and the memory of lando's hands on your thighs, spreading you open, making you beg. the memory of your lips on his and the noises he made when he thought he was holding back. your friend had always joked that sex was always better with someone you hated, you never believed them until now. you stare at your face in the mirror, wishing for any kind of distraction that wasn't him, you needed some guidance, some fucking clear headed chance to think about you and your career, you needed to reign in the blood boiling heat that consumed you whenever you thought of him.

taking 3 final deep breaths you exit the cubicle, head down hoping to avoid anybody who has been waiting for 5 plus minutes outside, thankfully there isn't anyone so you pick your head up, just in time for you to bump into a familiar face.

"been looking for you" he says

Jesus fucking christ, you inhale, teeth gritted. think about everything else, not him, anything else, anything else.

"sure you have" you say spitefully, knowing hes got some delicious arm candy waiting patiently for him to come back and touch her everywhere hes touched you. you attempt to squeeze past, head for the open space, the ballroom, anything to not be in a secluded place.

"uh uh" he tuts, grabbing your wrist, not harshly but enough to still your movements.

you gaze at him, eyes filled with hate, he doesn't get to do any of this.

"dont" you threaten, although not pulling your arm away from his hand as his thumb starts rubbing circles on your wrist.

"why not? didnt see you here with anyone tonight" he says, as if that is an excuse for his behaviour.

"I did see someone with you though" you respond coyly, pulling your arm back.

he humours you with a dry laugh before you continue.

"go back to the blonde, maybe she'll suck you off and you won't be so fucking annoying" your eyes flash red. all the hate you harboured rushing back because you realise he wants you because your alone, you're available and that makes him think that he can have you so easily. fuck him.

youre seething as he leans forward to whisper something in your ear, nearly causing you to flinch away but his hand is on your lower back in an instant.

"lando, please ngh please ugh please" he whispers lowly, mimicking the sound of your voice in the car that day after padel.

your eyes widen at his complete disregard of manners and a flush paints your cheeks as you recall his lips on your neck and his hand- no no no no.

you push his chest and he stumbles back just a step before you repay the favour by mimicking his pathetic whimpers in his hear, quoting what he said that fateful day you got him off before the race.

hes too stunned to speak, seemingly he had not expected you to get back at him.

you leave him standing utterly still and nearly jog to the bright light and the champagne trays and the food platters, reaching them and exhaling deeply before turning back and seeing a very unhappy Lando Norris staring back at you.

the rest of the night goes by seemingly fast and shockingly boring. everyone is much too sober and much too professional to be having any kinds of fun, theres no music other than the band which is playing live.

theres no use in hiding your excitement the moment the doors of the fancy venue are close and Alex and George approach you with the idea of attending an afterparty.

its not like it was a race weekend, so getting a bit more pissed wouldn't hurt.

you get into a car with George and Alex and Charles and lando (regrettably), Charles is driving considering he isnt drinking but he did allow himself to be the host. you arrive back at Charles' apartment and are led to the roof where there are chairs and couches and lights and most importantly, an esky with drinks, perfect. lily had come back with the other girls and arrived soon after you guys, only after intense instruction by Charles over the phone as to how to get her, but this was what you needed, music, cool air, space, people you knew and people to talk to. you take a seat in the corner, one with a view, next to a small circular table and take a sip of your drink, before taking deep breaths of the cool air. before you know it lily, kika, Charlotte and Charles have also taken a seat next to you and you are engaging in a buzzing sort of drunken conversation about pizza to which you are happy to be involved in. you excuse yourself to get some water and pass by lando talking to Danny on the way past, you manage to catch the end of a sentence words said by lando.

"nah just woke up on the wrong side of the bed is all"

you turn your head, throat tightening, having an unshakeable and knowing feeling that was said about you and waiting for him to continue, you only hear the voice of Daniel.

"mate, you've clearly got a problem with her or something"

same thing youve been wondering

"she just gets on my nerves thats all" lando quips,

Daniel makes eye contact with you, causing you to smile, atleast you know you get under his skin just as much as he gets under yours, finally.

lando turns around at Daniels sudden disinterest his eyes almost convey a certain guilt, knowing that you've heard him pretty much shit talk you to a close friend, but it soon changes back to hate as he turns back around again.

you get your water, along with another drink and overcome with a new sense of bravery walk over to the 2 McLaren teammates.

"hey Danny, haven't seen you all night" you slap him on the back, smiling at him and stepping to stand in front of lando, cutting him out of the conversation. its pretty fucking funny, Daniel cant fight the laugh that crawls his way up his throat and it comes out as a choked cough, and landos body noticeably stiffens as you step in front of him.

"yeah, nah been pretty good" he says "heard that you and my teammate had bit of a scrap though" he continues, not afraid to deal out a chance for you to even the playing field a bit.

"I mean you know how he can be" you say, thinking about your next words and taking a sip of your drink.

"so..... childish" you continue, thrusting your left heeled foot back and stepping on his foot, to which he flinches but does not move from behind you.

daniel laughs at your theatrics but lando has had enough.

"okay haha alright very funny" he says, finally stepping out from behind you.

"yes thank you" you say, knowing he'll roll his eyes at your response.

he does.

"okay okay okay, as the mediator in this situation, either sort it out or go sit down" he says, stepping beside you and looking entirely at lando.

"thank you Daniel, honestly but I think id rather just have another drink and try to ignore him" you say

"what a coincidence, I also want another drink"

you gritted your teeth at the bitterness that coated his words and somehow wish you had been meaner. for once you bite your tongue, walking over and grabbing a drink, your hand is reached out to grab it just as you feel someone roughly tug at your hair and you jerk back, you already know who it is. theres no need for a quippy comeback knowing your stare is enough, but hey, violence never hurt. you reach out and tug his hair twice as hard, earning you a long groan. buying you time to grab your drink finally.

you hear a quiet fuck you as you walk away, wanting to in your state take a walk to clear your heard, Daniel stops you at the entrance to the stairs and insists he comes with you, only for him to be interrupted by lando who is suddenly overwhelmed with gentlemanly honour and vows to take you wherever you wish to go.

"im just going on a walk" you insist

"dude its like 1am" Daniel pipes up

"its monaco" you argue

"no" he says

"ill go with her" lando says, which causes you to groan.

"what?" you and Daniel both say, exasperated

"it'll give us time to sort out our issues" he continues, still looking at you like you were the dirt on his shoe.

"fuck off" you simply say, opening the heavy door and walking down the first flight of stairs.

there is a set of footsteps scampering after you but it is not the one you expected.

"oh come on" you say, rolling your eyes "give me a fucking break"

"no" lando replies

"why not?" you tempt

"because you're fucking annoying"

"and" you prompt

"a fucking bitch"

you hate the way he says that word and it only urges you to be crueler like he is to you. you take a step forward and in your best possible way try to almost square up, looking him up and down with as much distaste as you can stomach.

"and" you continue bravely.

watching as his pupils grow larger and his jaw clenches frantically.

"and what" he spits

you stay silent, it enrages him.

"and what" he repeats through gritted teeth.

"you know what" you reply flatly "use your words" "just fucking admit it"

his face goes blank now, you've caught him, he tenses his jaw one last time before stepping impossibly closer to you. your eyes drift down to his lips and you're in too deep.

"you drive me fucking insane" he admitted, taking a long stride away from you and walking back up the flight of stairs.

"don't you dare walk away"

his body falters, stiffens and then he turns arounds, walking back down towards you.

tag list:

@ssararuffoni, @eviethetheatrefreak, @fairiesdowntheroad, @landosgirlxoxo, @hiraethrhapsody, @hockeyboysarehot @mcmuppet @honethatty12 @darleneslane @formula1mount @borntogayz @kodzuvk @potatos-on-clouds @jullamy @taytaythirteen,@mrsmaybank13, @spiderrmoon, @giuliaabergaminii.@thenoblenomad, @luanemone, @spaceodd-ty, @aphroditeisamilf, @chonkybonk, @weasleyswizarding-wheezes, @nosebeers, @starmanv @polish-sheepfucker @iamkaku @goldsbitch  @starmanv

[gamblersdoll]

Bakugou, reader's biggest rival, who believed that their story would be a classic enemies to lovers, discovers that she has slept with Deku...And Kirishima...And Todoroki...Also Kaminari...Oh, with Monoma and Shinso too.

Several times with everyone...Sometimes all at the same time.

He hates himself for falling in love with a whore, but mostly for not being part of it.

he hates you so fucking much.

at least, thats what he tells himself. daily, with that.

he hates the way that you equate to him, but have such a nasty ass fucking attitude. he hates the fact that each mission you both do, you always have an idea.

he hates the way you talk, you talk like you know everything. (you do.) he hates how you always have a strategy. (you do.) he hates the sound of your voice, he hates how you talk back to him, the fucking next best thing.

he hates the way that you always flaunt your status, how you flaunt your strength and your carefree attitude. he hates you, hates the fact that you even knocked him down because he had the wrong tone with you.

he hates how you make him feel, though. he hates how you smell like something of a bakery. he hates how your hair is always so nice and how the fuck it stays that way. he hates when you don’t address him at all, because hes right fucking there. he hates when you get attention from people that aint him.

he hates it.

but oh, how he loves when you look towards him, how you sometimes offer wisdom when he fucks up in a mission or assignment. he loves when you dont have that attitude and can hold a conversation.

he loves how your hair looked last week, you should do it more often. he loves when you have something simple on. he loves when you’re at least laughing, seeing your letting all your fears go.

he feels as if you both got off on the wrong foot. at least both of you getting along for a couple of months showed him that. he loves where both of you are in your friendship.

“hey, shit–head.” he would chime in from time to time, throwing a stack of papers on your desk and sitting down. “im not understandin’ this shit.” but he does, he just needs a reason to see you, smell you, be with you.

“you look better today.” he grumbles when you sit next to him. (you look better day in and day out, his heart aching in jealousy and awe.)

yet, you had been some common whore, he thought. his rage filled him, hearing about whom you slept with. monoma, who he didnt under-fucking-stand. kirishima, his best fucking friend too? denki, that says alot, two whores fucking each other. todoroki, that fucking emo dude? shinso, what the fuck do you even see in that?

and deku, his childhood friend.

he felt all of his hate for you come back, his eyes glaring when you step in the room. because not only did you sleep with them, you slept with all of them at the same time like some fucking slut.

he hated you, he hated your existence. he thought he could trust you, how could you be like that? what the fuck was wrong with you?

he hated your breathing, he hated your body and eyes.

he hated the fact that not one fucking time they even told him about you, and the fact they waited to the last fucking second to tell him. he grew hateful to them as well, shutting himself off from everyone.

he hates the fact that not once of all his efforts, he was even able to see your car, your home, your casual wear. he couldnt even see you with no makeup.

he hates the fact that his dick wasnt inside you, yet six other boys were familiar with you. he deserved all of you, he put up with your shit the most.

he hates the fact that he wasnt even involved. he hates the fact he fell in love with a slut that went through so much dick he couldnt be apart.

he hates you, he hates what you did to him.

[cokou]

—TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL.

༄ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ➢ One Piece ༄ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ➢ Law x Fem!Reader ༄ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ➢ NSFW // Smut // MDNI! ༄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ➢ STEP-CEST, porn w/ plot, Law is tempted, pure smut 😿😿, concerning themes, Modern setting, no use of devil fruits, lots of swear words, creampie, missionary, shit writing, & Law thinks he's cool (he is.) ༄ ᴀ/ɴ ➢ Do not transfer my works to any other platforms // this is my only account, CROSS POSTED TO AO3 UNDER NAME OF FLAR3YY!! Also MDNI, NSFW Content ahead <3 I hope no one has done this yet Oofs :) SORRY FOR BEING OFFLINE FOR A WEEK, HERE'S FOOD FOR YOU GUYS💝💝💝

—Recently, your mother and your father had gone through a divorce. Now leaving that shitty toxic household, your mother had decided to move into your grandma until she found a way to sort out life problems.

That's what she told you, introducing a man infront of you—, whom you believe was the 'man' she had found as a replacement for your 'father'. She explained that— he had helped her through times.

Your mother had also mentioned that you would be having a step-brother. You'd been born alone with no siblings, so she'd hope that you'd adapt into the feeling of having new 'sibling' into your life.

Time to time, your mother had been attached to the man— leading to you both moving houses to your now step father. There you had been met with larger surroundings, and larger rooms. And, of course, your new sibling, Law.

The first meeting for the both of you did not go as planned, with him shunning you and walking back into his room undoubtedly. It almost felt like he didn't want to spend his time with you.

The same thing had happened more unfortunately, with him turning his back into your face when you simply look at his direction. Leaving you worried and confused if he didn't like your presence in the household at all.

You'd been enrolled to the same school as your step-brother thinking that it would ease the intimidating space between the both of you. Yet, you thought it had only gotten worser. As you walk into the long hallways, you'd catch glimpses of Law with his friends, who was wearing a hat signatured 'penguin' on it, and one wearing an almost mushroom hat with sunglasses.

Obviously they'd look like the typical people who'd play tricks with people for fun. You'd also figure out some gossips of them absolutely being assholes for fun, and if you're gonna be honest? You found it hot. Especially Law! But come on, he's literally your brother, right? Sure.

But that naturally didn't stop you from sneeking glances of him around the house whenever he's shirtless, or if he's with his friends on the living room. God you thought you were being crazy for absolutely liking your step-brother. (You are)

Even if there was a thick conflict between you two, you'd still catch him giving you those 'im gonna kill you' or 'youre fucking hot' stares. You had to keep in mind that you two never communicate at all, except for the fact where your parents forces you two to get along, which either ends up getting backfired or Law getting irritated and storming off.

However, in these following weeks, you realized that you aren't kidding anymore. You'd always think you're going overboard if you LIKED Law. Of course you'd think that! He's your fucking brother.

But boy were your feelings playing with you, it's almost as if you can't sleep without thinking of him while riding a fucking dildo. It just gets worser when his friends decides to play tricks on you at the cafeteria when you're doing your own business!

You started to take shits into your hands, you think you'd solve the problem IF you get him to fucking like you too. Which, you came into the conclusion to fucking tease the shit outta him. Bending over to pick something simply infront of him, or the way your tongue licks the ice pop just right and taking it all in your mouth, or the way you absolutely wear skimpy clothing when you're with Law.

And for fucks sake it wasn't in vain, you catched him sneeking the most lustfull looks on you, it almost felt like he was undressing you with that intense stare of his, the way his eyes drill holes into your body as if you killed everyone around him. God, it felt so hot.

—Saturday morning, 11:56 AM.

It felt just like any ordinary day, waking up, eating, doing your chores, and could never go wrong with teasing Law. You decided that you'd wear the shortest mini skirt up on your closet with a pair of tights that you'd never thought you would wear, along with a top that barely held your tits from spilling out.

You two were left with an incredible amount of chores as your parents left for some vacation that for some reason didn't involve the two of you. You were dusting the upper bookshelf as the dusts flew over to your face making you sneeze. Just as you thought you got the hang of it, you felt a sharp slap up on your ass, you looked down and saw Law with the most shit eating grin ever.

"What do you think are you doing?! I could've fell!" You raised your voice at him as you felt your legs tremble from what just happened.

"Andd, I would've catched you anyway. Come down here." You've never heard his voice directly, so it took you by surprise as he spoke to you like you to weren't avoiding each other.

"The fuck got into you wearing that kinda clothes in here— ya?" His voice almost sounded serious with a hint of a teasing manner.

"So? I can't wear what i want now?" You pointed your index finger at him as you stepped back down from the ladder. You finally got the attention you'd been seeking for.

"What you wanted-, or wanted my attention— ya? Ya' think I haven't noticed, hm?" He looked at you with gnawing smirk on his face.

"Listen here, don't think I wear these for you! Who do you think you a—" He cutted you off with a sudden kiss as you felt your whole body melting into his touch,

"You want it don't you?" That simple question had gotten you nuts and you froze on the spot, you couldn't answer, nor even blink.

Fuck you'd been waiting for this, and now that you got it, it felt so fucking wrong snd incomplete. Had you just got yourself in big trouble? But for no reason at all it ate your mind, knowing this was all wrong, you couldn't bear it,

"yes." It finally escaped from your mouth.

"So I wasn't going the only one going crazy when you bent yourself infront of me like that, (Name)-Ya?" the way he said your name was stuck and eating your brain like the ameba everyone was worried about.

"Fuck, let's just get this shit done." You were looking down in disappointment that it had eaten you and made you say that. You truly felt embarrassed, but all that embarrassment— he found it cute.

He grabbed you, storming into his bedroom then throwing you into his bed. He climbed on top of you and started kissing you heavily, as in drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as it turned sloppy, the way hid tongue wrestled with yours, it was messy. And you loved it like that.

He worked his hands onto your tits, lifting the hem of your shirt just enough for your tits to be exposed to him, he detached himself from your lips onto your tits, sucking the nipples and pinching them. It made you spill out groans and sighs as he worked his tongue on your nipple buds.

His tattooed hands travelling your body, down to your hips as he throw your clothes onto the floor shamelessly.

"Admit it, you wanted this didn't ya?" He stopped midway for an answer.

"Yes," you whined.

"Yes what?"

"..Yes, i wanted this." You just wanna disappear right now.

He grinned, continuing his hands from travelling your body, he stops, then undoes his pants, you peeked over to see his bulge, and holy shit, you could tell it was huge.

He tossed his pants on the floor, his cock springing out, and damn you were right. It was huge. Law took your legs and placed it onto his shoulders.

"Wait— this feels wrong.." You stopped him in his tracks, making him look at you.

"I hope you didn't only realize now, ya— want me to stop or?" He seemed calm about this even happening.

"..i didn't say i want you to stop .." why do you do this to yourself? Because you love it yeah <3

"I'm sure it won't be that wrong if no one finds out, ya." With that he continued, spreading your legs over at his shoulders, making you squirm.

He started caressing your thighs, then rests his hands onto your core, playing with your clothed pussy. You gave out a shocked gasp,— then he balls his hands into a fist, ripping your tights.

You absolutely cannot believe you two are doing this, but absolutely loving it at the same time.

He pushes your panties to the side and attacking your clit with his mouth, making you moan. He continues sucking your clit, then lapping his tongue on your hole, he brought his digits to work and started to finger your pussy as he continuesly plays with your clit on his tongue.

Holy shit it feels so good, you felt yourself on the edge with your eyes rolling at the back of your skull and your chest heaving up and down from the ecstasy.

Just as you were about to come, he stopped.

"W-whyd you stop?" You looked at him with your tears threatening to spill.

"Because that wouldnt be too fun if you finish quickly." He detached his mouth from your clit, he gives his cock a few strokes and lines it up at your entrance.

"You still want this, ya?"

"Y-yes" shit at this point you felt yourself going crazy.

He gave you another gnawing smirk as he sharply enters your pussy, making you yelp and arch your back from the sudden stretch.

"Take it all, yeah? You wanted this you said—"

He gave you time to adjust, then slowly thrusts into you at a steady pace. You felt yourself burning at the feeling of him stretching you, basically tearing your insides apart.

He adjusts the pace into a faster one, earning wanton moans from you, you latched your arms onto his neck as you felt him go even faster, absolutely destroying you. You felt like an animal as moans and skin slapping filled the room.

You hadn't expected that he would guve in into your teasing, but hrll do you enjoy every bit of time he gave you. His thrusts now, becoming sloppy, he warns you that he's cumming soon. Him having a shit pull out game, he came deep inside you, you follow with your orgasm not too long later.

"Fuck— why'd you do that—" you panted as you felt his cum deep inside you.

"You'll love it either way—" He was cut off by the sound of the door opening, your parents were home. And you two were still messy on his bed.

"Shit, lets clean up or we're getting in trouble, i had fun with ya', (Name)-Ya." He carries you onto the bathroom.

—You two started talking more then, not too direct, not too shabby. It still felt wrong though.

©cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[crtvirus]

i wish i knew exactly what was going on in my brain but i don't know and i dont think i ever will

[lameow-l]

GAMING IS MY SON AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF!!

LOOK AT HIM HES SO CUTE

i still have hope in getting the other boys too

its ok they can be a band or smth.. at least then gaming wouldn’t have to be so disappointed in people not hiring him bc he’s just having fun with his boys…

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I wanna know ur Fontaine msq criticisms 👁️👁️👂I’m all ears

I'm not sure if you wanted me to talk about this secretly or publicly but! Here I go!

The TLDR: Fontaine MSQ aestheticised prison, poverty, child abuse, the justice system/court and didn't properly address any of it.

More:

Focalors/Furina has way too much of a sympathetic angle for a dictator who's lets people drown with her inaction.

Neuvillette feels Bad for sentencing some people to death/prison, but that's it. He's one of the most powerful people in Fontaine. If he felt like there are systemic injustices, I.E sending an abused Child to prison, he should be the first person to DO something about it, not just cry and be sad so the audience can be like aw, that's complex character writing isn't it? No it's not! And guilt doesn't absolve you!!!!!!! (These are stuff we deal with in OTCOJ read my fic now /j)

Meropide has children in it, both Sentenced there (Wriothesley) and BORN THERE (Lanoire), and this is just a quirk of the place. Not only that, Meropide accepts prisoners of all genders and crimes. There are abusers and abuse victims in one place. Do you know how bad that is? How much potential for crimes to happen in a place like that— oh wait, Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. If you are assaulted as an inmate it literally means nothing to the court.

Wriothesley had no qualifications when he took over. Depending on how long he lived on the streets, how old he was when he killed his parents, how old he was when he was first taken in by the orphanage, etc, the man might never have more than 4–5 years of formal education. Sigewinne probably had to teach him how to write reports. And do Meropide's spreadsheets. Edit because I forgot to elaborate on this one: This isn't a point brought up anywhere, which is bad, because when poverty and incarceration robs you of a proper education (and the rights to vote in many places too, too, by the way), it reduces your prospects for jobs, reduces many people's ability to get a home etc etc. Wriothesley was just, narratively, Given his position.

Meropide is an industrialized prison, and they portray this as a good thing. Prisoners are paid in coupons for their labour, and this is also portrayed as a good thing.

The One-Meal-A-Day reform was something Paimon gushed about being so great of a perk, that people might want to go to jail for food (could be interesting and reflective of systemic poverty if MHY had brains, but they don't, so I was just Pissed because essentially all Paimon wanted to say was "Prison isn't so bad, but still don't go to prison guys! Prison labour is really hard!"). By the way, in most real-world prisons they are obligated to feed you three meals a day. Because that's how much food a human needs. MHY went with one meal just so they can say "if you want to eat more, you have to work." And then the welfare meal is a goddamn gacha. So imagine you're a starving child who's too weak to work in the fucking robot assembly line, and you wander up for your first meal in 24 hours, only to luck in with a shit one. I'd kill myself.

They wrote Wriothesley, who's a victim of the system, into a guy who's say shit like "I'm the Duke I can do whatever I want" for a cool moment where he choke-slams an inmate (I know he was a bad guy. But also, in copaganda when cops are violent/disregarding protocols, they are always only portrayed to do that against bad guys, so what does our critical thinking tells us about this one?) They wrote Wriothesley, who was an inmate of a prison so bad, so notorious that it is the literal boogeyman of Fontaine, that has a legal (???) fighting pit, with an administrator who abuses his position to be unreasonable, to willingly stay in the place and become an Administrator who would choke-slam an inmate while saying a cool line about how he has the power to do whatever he wants. They wrote him, the guy who had to be fed on the streets by melusines, to think one-meal-a-day was a good enough reform (while he spends god-knows how much on his boat). This wasn't a victim-turns-into-abuser narrative either, they want all this to be seen as positive character growth.

And then, the final kicker is, they gloss over his entire abuse. You can only read about these shit in his profile, which most people don't because they don't Have Him or doesn't care to unlock it/read it online, and they jammed his entire backstory into a flaccid info-dump at the end of his character story quest. This man isn't Allowed to feel abused and neglected and show any reaction to it within the narrative of Fontaine itself, because if they actually Gave Weight to what happened to him, they'd have to confront THE FUCKING JUSTICE SYSTEM they had NO PLANS on criticising. I don't think they ever explicitly said the fucking Crime-Theatre nonsense was Bad either.

I could go on, but this is already so long. But yeah, I hope this gave you an idea.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Since we're talking about Grandfather Spider can we Girls please just take one single moment of the day to remember and think about his, "I am beyond angry with you, but I could never hate you." quote to Grandmother Raven please. Please. Please can we do that? I will become sick as fuck if someone doesn't acknowledge this with me

[arctrooper69]

Oh God, help me.... I can't.... I can't with this....

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

My stomach hurts....

[toytulini]

if you draw enough monster ocs, when you go back to drawing a human character, it feels like "sameface syndrome" everytime, by virtue of their face being. human.

[softshuji]

eldest daughter syndrome really do be kicking my ass tbh

[matchandelure]

binge read all of kaiju no 8 a couple days ago :::) and im all caught up w the anime now too i am hooked holy

[sualne]

that guy