#AND game William was not having that so tried to put him in his place

[chloesimaginationthings]

Five nights at Springtrap’s is just William Aftons arguing..

[bunny-jpeg]

hiii bunny ! could i ask for a pastry braid and a sponge toffee with frozen latter and a vodka shot served by franco colapinto?

bakery menu

want to submit to the bakery? then hit up the menu! i'd love to hear from you. there are all kinds of things up on there to choose from! as for the lovely anon who sent this, thank you! i have yet to really get anything for franco! (and yes this does still mean that i'm writing for logan sargeant too!) thank you for the submission and enjoy!! <3

pastry braid ("your job is to make me cum. now get to work.") + sponge toffee ("aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?") + frozen latte (dumbification) + vodka shot (rough sex) served by franco colapinto (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, established relationship, dirty talk/ degrading language, dom/sub, dom!reader, collars/bondage, messy oral sex (reader receives), cumming untouched

franco was riding a feeling higher than a kite. he was on top of the world, it was his second race and he earned points! that was awesome, it wasn't a trophy, but it was a start. he was given a chance and he was finally coming to fruition. he would be on that podium in no time!

but, even if gained nothing in baku. he could still come back to you, he could always come back to you. and play the sweet games you always played. franco loved when his long-time girlfriend was in charge in the bedroom. it excited him in ways that he couldn't describe. so after baku in the williams hotel room. he was met with his two favourite things.

a collar and dark blue rope. paired with it was a note.

"collar on, frankie. i'll be back soon. - your love."

franco felt a shudder through his body as he started to get undressed. he took a deep breath before he picked up the collar and placed it around his throat. this was all part of your little game, for the cameras you were childhood sweethearts with him finally rising to the top of the racing world.

and you were the sweet girlfriend who went to school and kept him tethered to reality. if only the press saw what you two got up to in the evenings, behind closed doors with the blinds closed. this was only something that came about when you both became adults, and franco savoured every last moment of it like honey on his fingers.

he sat on the couch in nothing but his briefs as he waited for you to come back to the hotel room. when the door opened he perked up and saw you come in. with purse in tow and a small paper bag.

you noticed him and smiled, "oh, frankie." then quickly got your sneakers off before you went over to him. your bag was placed to the side and you sat beside him on the couch. you kissed at his face lovingly and he melted into your kiss.

these kisses were different from the ones that you gave him on the track. those were sweet kisses for the camera, the kisses you gave him in the hotel room were heated.

"you look so good." you said softly, "you left the rope?"

he nodded, "of course." then kissed you gently in return. he felt a shudder run through him. he loved this. he knew from the moment it got introduced into his life, he loved it. to put all his trust into you and you'd care for him.

"good boy. i guess a good boy deserves a little treat then." you pulled away and took the paper bag, "but first, you'll need to be tied up. do you remember our safe word?"

"pilar."

"and our gesture?"

"four taps. then three nods." he replied.

you took him by the face again and pulled him into another heated kiss. which he melted into. when you pulled away soon after, he tried to get another taste of your lips, only to whine when he couldn't. you went to the table where the rope was, only to bring it back. then slowly tie up your boyfriend.

you had been lucky enough to know him for so long. you've seen him achieve greatness and now he was only going to go higher. and you would love him every day until the sun exploded.

"excellent." you said with a smile as you ran your hand across his jaw when you got close enough. then you started to tie his arms behind his beck, framing his chest nicely with the dark blue rope.

he squirmed a little and you 'shushed' him with kisses. which he was eager to accept. you finished tying him up. you heard him whimper a little and you chuckled. he sounded like a dream, he was handsome even when bound so pretty.

you started to undress, both of you were soon naked. franco eyed your body as you helped him onto his knees in front of the couch. his cock twitched, painfully hard from the immense feelings plus the rush of today's race. you combed your fingers through his hair and smiled, "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

and franco looked at you with those big beautiful eyes and got to work. his tongue up against your cunt and you held onto tightly. you shuddered. franco was perfect.

he squirmed a little against the ropes while he ate you out. he looked perfect in his collar and binds. the perfect lover for you, the perfect man for you. he was a rising star and you were there are every turn. you adored him, loved him, he was the beating heart in your chest.

so who were you to deny him on his knees with his tongue against your slick cunt. you held onto him tightly and tried to guide his head against your sex.

you moaned heavily and could see that his cock was painfully hard. you knew the adrenaline from the day plus the activities now were only driving him crazy. you felt flustered while naked on the couch.

"my pretty boy." you said, you watched him try to figure out how to get friction across his cock as he shifted on his knees. you yanked his hair a little tighter as you added, "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

he whined and only gorged himself deeper into you cunt. his movements got quicker and with less of a pace as he found himself deeper in a hot lust. the pleasure was coursing through his body despite not even having any friction to get himself off with. you held onto him and felt his tongue against your pussy. you panted heavily between heavy moans as you felt the pleasure course through you on the couch.

"such a pretty boy. so good for me. you know exactly how to make me cum. you've always been the best for me. i love you."

he looked up at you, that look in his eye said it all. he loved you too. he adored you more than anything. even bound and collared, he loved you. he adored you, you were everything.

you whimpered a little bit and held onto his hair a little tighter. the pleasure was feeling overwhelming.

"shit. frankie." you whimpered.

he came without anyone or anything touching his cock. and his eyes rolled back a little at the feeling. he shuddered but continued to eat you out with a fever in his soul. even with his cum all over his cock and thighs.

"oh, honey." you exhaled and he shuddered. he continued to eat you out and made you hot all over. you could feel yourself closer to orgasm. the heat washed through you.

you came on his tongue and he felt a thrum of heat run through him. you tensed up then relaxed, then relaxed your grip on him and relaxed against the couch.

franco rubbed his cheek up against your thigh and smiled a little. it felt very good in his head as he rested his chin on your thigh and looked up at you.

you smiled, "pretty boy." and touched his face. his chin gleamed with wetness. he looked like he had a good time.

he was not only pretty, he was perfect.

when you took the ropes off, you grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and wiped his lips and face between you kissed him. he melted into your touch with his cock slick with his own cum.

you said, "such a good boy, usually i make you ask to cum, but tonight i'll let it slide." you then softly cleaned the cum off of him and watched him squirm a little.

he nodded dumbly, "yes, thank you! thank you!" and only got settled against you when you dragged the him against you on the couch with the throw blanket over the both his brain was in another place so you gently held him. then you grabbed the paper bag off the table with some effort.

"i got something sweet for you." you said.

he replied with a goofy smile, "is it more kisses?"

you kissed his forehead, "no. they're called shirin-gogal i think. it had nuts and sugar in them."

he shifted a little as you softly fed him. you smiled a little, the collar still was around his throat. he was your future champion, the love of your life. and on top of that your sweet submissive. <3

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part X)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol use, drug use, takes place during season four, the usual

Summary: You were back on Kildare after two years. You were able to finish your business degree at UNC Chapel Hill in just two years after earning enough college credits in high school. But, you came back as a force to be reckoned with. You had your own very successful development company which just so happened to be Cameron Development’s newest competition. Two years later and you’re still finding ways to get under Rafe’s skin.

prev next

♡♡♡

When Rafe woke up the next morning and saw you lying on his chest, he thought he had died and gone to Heaven. He didn’t remember much of last night, but he had flashes, bits and pieces of memories.

When you woke up though, you had completely forgotten for a second that Rafe was in your bed. Your arms were wrapped around his waist and your legs were all tangled together. You shot up and scrambled to the foot of the bed in a panic, before you remembered that it was just Rafe. He was drunk last night, refused to go home, and that’s how he ended up in your bed.

“Woah, woah, woah, it’s just me.” Rafe said sitting up, an attempt to calm you down. You ran your hands through your hair and took a deep breath as you came to your senses.

“I know, that’s why I’m here.” You tried to keep your voice down, but you were shouting at him at the same time. “We need to get you back to your house before my family wakes up. They cannot know you slept here, it’s gonna open a whole can of worms with my mom.”

“Hey, Mom, wants to know-” Your little brother, William, said, coming into your room. “Oh, gross, I’m gonna tell Mom you have a boy in your bed.” William peeked around your shoulder and when he saw Rafe his jaw dropped. “No way, are you guys getting back together?”

You sighed and dropped your head into your hands.

“No, he just couldn’t go home last night, because he was too drunk.” You answered. Your brother was fourteen now, you figured he could handle the truth. You remember what it was like for him when you and Rafe broke up, you kind of thought William took it harder than you did.

Rafe was like the older brother he never had. He would play video games with him when he came over, showed up to all his basketball games, gave him advice about girls, even though you were certain it wasn’t gonna work.

“You did what?” William said when you told him you broke up with Rafe. “Go over there, tell him you’re sorry, and get back together!”

“That’s not how it works, Will.” You sighed, putting your laptop back into your backpack.

“So you guys aren’t getting back together?” Your brother asked, his shoulders dropping a little.

“No.” You answered.

“Never say never.” Rafe muttered at the same time, earning a ‘really?’ look from you.

“Mom!” Will called as he ran down the stairs and you ran after him, trying to catch him before he could say anything to anyone. But he reached the kitchen where your mother was before you could. “Mom! Rafe and y/n are getting back together! He’s in her bed right now!”

“No we are not!” You shouted as you entered the kitchen.

“What is Rafe Cameron doing in your bed?” Your mom asked, crossing her arms.

“Mom, I’m twenty years old, I can have a guy in my bed if I want.”

“What is Rafe Cameron doing in your bed?” She repeated.

“He just needed a place to crash last night that’s all.”

“Sweetie, I like Rafe, I really do, but do you really think it’s the best idea to get involved with him again? I mean do you forget what you were like after you broke up? Because I certainly didn’t. You couldn’t get out of bed, you couldn’t eat. I mean it was so bad JJ called me because he didn’t know what to do.”

“Well then it’s a good thing we aren’t getting back together, Mom.” You muttered before walking back upstairs.

“Everything okay?” Rafe asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

“Everything’s fine.” You said, a little snappier than you intended. You slipped on your Birkenstocks and looked over at Rafe. “We gotta get you out of here before Doug comes busting in and drags you out by the ear.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Well, he’s not exactly the biggest fan of you.”

“What? I thought he liked me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Cameron.” You said patting his chest. You watched as Rafe picked up his stuff. “Come on, let’s go before you cause anymore trouble this morning. I’m sure you have enough of it waiting at home for you.”

You walked downstairs with Rafe following closely behind you. You sighed and thanked God that the downstairs was empty.

“Thanks for letting me crash here last night.” Rafe said when you reached the front door.

“No problem. But, please, next time you get blackout drunk at the bar, don’t come pounding on my door. Oh, and I told Sofia you passed out in the living room so if she asks, tell her that.” You sent Rafe a smile before closing the front door behind him.

♡♡♡

You huffed as you walked up the steps to the Cameron Estate, your heels clicking against the concrete. Hesitantly you knocked on the door.

“Oh, hey, y/n.” Sofia said with a small smile when she opened the front door. “Rafe’s not here right now.”

“Oh, I know, I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch, my treat.” You smiled down at the girl, holding the keys to your car up.

“Oh, sure. Let me just grab my purse really quick.” Sofia walked back inside and you picked at your manicured nails, thinking about how you needed to get them done. When Sofia walked back outside your eyes immediately went to her bag.

“Is that the Dior Saddle Bag?” You asked pointing to her bag.

“Oh, yeah, Rafe just got it for me the other day.” Sofia smiled as the two of you moved towards your car. “Do you have one?”

“I have all of them.” You muttered, unlocking your car, allowing the two of you to get in.

“Wow, that’s so cool.” Sofia said, fiddling with her fingers. “I’m sure you have a great closet.”

“You should come over and see it sometime. I have a bunch of stuff I don’t wear anymore if you want them.”

“Oh, sure, thanks.”

You pulled up to the restaurant and got out of your car, locking it once Sofia closed her door.

♡♡♡

“Thank you.” You said to the waiter with a smile as he poured wine for you and Sofia. “Let’s get into the reason why I invited you to lunch today.” You leaned back into your chair and crossed one leg over the other. “How much did Hollis offer you to convince Rafe to take the deal with her?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Sofia stuttered out.

“Well, I mean Hollis paying you off is the only conclusion I can come to as to why you would suddenly be interested in Rafe’s business.” You said, cocking your head to the side as you spoke to Sofia. “So, how much did she offer you?”

“Twenty-five thousand.” Sofia looked down at the table, you assumed guilt was starting to come over her.

“Twenty-five thousand?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “You’re willing to risk Rafe’s entire business for twenty-five thousand dollars? You’re a lot cheaper than I thought you would be. Look, it’s whatever.” You sighed and pulled a stuffed envelope out of your purse. “Seventy five thousand dollars, cash, and you convince Rafe to back out of the deal.”

Sofia went to grab the envelope and you slapped your hand on top of it, preventing her from grabbing it and put it back into your purse

“You’ll get this after Rafe backs out of the deal.” You stood from your chair and fished two hundred dollar bills out of your purse before tossing them down on the table. “I’ll call an Uber for you.”

♡♡♡

You sighed as you walked into your house, tossing your keys in the bowl, when you heard your family laughing in the kitchen. As you walked further into the kitchen you saw your business partner, and ex-boyfriend, Mark, sitting at the counter talking to your family.

“Oh, hi, sweetie.” Your mom said with a smile. “How was lunch?”

“Just fantastic.” You mutter, clutching your purse a little tighter.

“Hi, y/n.” Mark walked over to you with that stupid charming smile he always had on. “Have a place we can talk?”

“Of course.” You said with a polite smile.

You led Mark to the backyard and closed the sliding door behind him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you practically threw your purse down on the outdoor dining room table. You sat down and crossed one leg over the other, your arms following suit.

“Well, you weren’t returning my calls, or my texts, or my emails, so I figured I would come see you in person instead.” Mark answered, sitting across from you.

“There’s a reason for my avoidance of you.”

“I know, that’s what I intend to find out.”

You met Mark when you were at UNC. He was the same year as you, but he was two years older. You were immediately attracted to him. Everything about him was perfect: his hair, his body, the fact that he came from wealth, he was from the Outer Banks, his sense of humor, his work ethic. Everything about your relationship was perfect. You never fought, he was always paid when you went on dates, he showered you in gifts: jewelry, clothes, handbags, whatever you wanted he got, you two even lived together for a time. He was even the perfect business partner. He always came through on pitches, he always produced the best partnerships, he always made the perfect deals. Everything about him was perfect. That’s why you ended things. You didn’t want perfect, you wanted someone who would challenge you, someone who got under your skin, but also knew you like the back of their hand, who could be kind to you, and made you laugh. You wanted Rafe and Mark would never be Rafe.

“How was Tokyo?” You asked, wanting to keep control of the conversation.

“Well, you saw the offer and the deal. You know it went perfect.” He answered. Your development business just bought an entire apartment complex in Tokyo, intending to turn them into luxury apartments with the best tech.

“Congratulations on taking OBX Development international.” You smiled.

“Couldn’t have done it without you. I mean, it was your idea after all. Remind me, where are all the places we’re building now?”

“The Outer Banks, South Carolina, Southwest Florida, Miami, Los Angeles, El Paso, Texas, and now Tokyo, and hopefully after this next offer I’m working on Kildare.”

“All those places in just under a year. How do you do it?”

“Insane connections and a good last name.” You answered with a smile. “I know you’re not here to talk business, so how about we actually talk about why you’re here.”

“I already told you. I’m here to find out why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’ve been talking to you about work, so you can’t say I’ve been completely avoiding you. But I think you know why I’ve been avoiding ever other single one of your messages.” You sighed. “You want to talk about what happened and what went wrong and honestly, I just, don’t.”

“I just want to know what I did that was so bad that you packed up in the middle of the night and came back home.”

“Nothing, you did nothing wrong. Which is exactly the problem. You did nothing wrong, you never did anything wrong. You were absolutely perfect. That’s when I knew I wasn’t the girl for you anymore, Mark. It was like as the days went on I just started hating you. I mean, you never even had a hair out of place. It wasn’t fair to you to stay in a relationship with you, because I knew I would just end up breaking your heart and I didn’t…I couldn’t do that.”

“So, you thought the best way to break up with me was to flee? In the middle of the night? You thought the mature way to end a relationship was to leave in the middle of the night without a single word?”

“I thought I was sparing you.” You said quietly, looking at your hands.

“Spare me? You thought you were sparing me? If anything you just made me more upset than any conversation we could’ve had. I mean, did you think you would just leave in the middle of the night and never see me again? We have a business together!”

“I wasn’t—That wasn’t my plan.”

“Then what was your plan, y/n?”

“You would stay in Charleston and I would come back to Kildare and we would only see each other when necessary, only speaking to each other when it pertained to work.”

“How was I supposed to know that without you talking to me? I’m not a mind reader y/n!”

“I—I don’t know, okay? I just thought maybe you would let me go in the night and we would just never talk about it.”

“We spent two years together and you thought I was just gonna let you disappear into the night without a word? I actually convinced myself that you were the woman I was gonna marry one day.”

“You think that wasn’t on my mind either? I tried staying as long as I could. I tried to convince myself that I could fall back in love with you. But, I just realized that the more time went on, the more I was hurting you.”

“How long? How long did you stay, knowing you couldn’t stand me, before you decided to leave?”

“I don’t know, a couple months.”

“Why did you stay so long?”

“I thought I was doing what was right.”

“You should’ve left the second you started having doubts or at the very least, talked to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You said quietly.

Mark sighed and stood up from his chair.

“I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.” He muttered, buttoning up his suit jacket.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows, your face doing very little to hide your shock.

“Oh, you thought I was just coming for the day? I’m here until I leave for Europe.”

“That’s not for another month.”

“Then, I guess you better get used to having me around again.” You watched as Mark walked back inside.

You waited a little bit until you were certain Mark left and grabbed your purse from the table, heading inside. You stomped upstairs to your room, ignoring your mom as she asked if everything was okay. Slamming the door to your room, you sighed and tossed your purse on your bed. You made your way to your closet, there was only one thing that was going to calm you down at this point. You dug through an old box and found your old bong and at least three ounces of weed. You grabbed a bottle of water and your lighter and made your way out to your balcony, groaning when you saw Rafe already standing out there.

“Everything alright?” Rafe asked, leaning against his balcony railing.

“How much did you hear?” You asked, filling the bong with the water and packed it.

“Enough to know you’re upset.” He shrugged.

You lit the bong and brought it to your lips, inhaling sharply.

“I’m fine.” You exhaled.

“Do you want me to beat his ass for you?” Rafe’s offer made you laugh.

“No you probably shouldn’t, he’s still my business partner, I don’t need you scaring him off.”

“Please, you and I both know you could run that business without him.” Rafe scoffed at the suggestion that you actually needed Mark.

“Maybe, but he does handle like half the shit I don’t want to deal with.” You shrugged and set your bong down on the table.

“Sofia told me the two of you went to lunch today.” Rafe said, looking down at his hands.

“She say anything else?”

“Just that the two of you had a good time.”

“Well, she certainly had a good time.” You mumbled, playing with your bracelet. “How’s the deal going with Hollis?”

“Oh, I decided to back out. I realized what you said was true. We don’t know what kind of game she’s playing.”

“Did Sofia tell you to back out or did you come to that conclusion on your own this time?”

“No, I made the decision last night. The clarity dawned on me sometime between leaving the bar and when you were lying on top of me.”

“Wow, you actually came to a sound conclusion without your girlfriend, way to go Rafe.”

“You’re mean when you smoke weed.” Rafe said, his face dropping.

♡♡♡

You sighed as you sat in the café waiting for Sofia. She had agreed to meet you here when you told her you needed to speak with her. You were sipping on your latte when she walked and sat down at the table you were sitting at.

“I know you didn’t talk to Rafe.” You sighed and pulled the envelope out of your purse, setting it down on the table.

“So, why are you still giving me this?” She asked, looking down at the envelope.

“Because I felt like donating to charity.” You said before you stood up.

“I don’t need this you know.” Sofia called out as you started to walk away. You turned back to her and chuckled lightly.

“Oh, Sweetie, you’re running on borrowed time with Rafe. Trust me when I say, you’re gonna need that.”

[bluebanistrs]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪vicious .

franco was the kind of situationship that never had made her sad, just angry and more obsessed.

franco × journalist ! reader

im thinking abt a part 2 for this one (cause its kinda short)

Moving from a small town to study journalism was my biggest dream. In 2023, it finally happened. I moved to an apartment in Monaco with my best friend and started the college I always dreamed of doing.

2024 started with me having a really good time with my friends and family, and after the journalist who did the pre and post race interviews randomly decided that he would retire in the middle of the season, my internship manager decided that I would be the best option to replace him, even though I was only in the second year of college.

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one to get promoted. Franco Colapinto was the newest Williams Racing F1 driver.

Franco was someone I've kissed in a lot of parties. I thought that he wasn't like the other guys, but that was before I really knew him. He is the type of guy that texts you the whole day, pretends to care about you, asks how you're feeling, sends you roses, tells you he spoke about you to his mother in a space of time, and completely ignores you for the next whole month.

If someone asks me about him, I would just say that he's a dickhead and I absolutely hate him. But if he sent me a message saying he feels so sorry for ghosting me, I would forgive and not fight. Why does he gotta be so vicious? I could never be mad at him, even if he was destroying my heart. All my friends just told me that I'm being stupid and should stop talking with him, but they didn't understand me.

✸

Franco was ghosting me for a few days, but he couldn't escape from the pre free-practice interview, specifically in his first time driving an F1 car. He couldn't escape from talking with me, even if it was for professional reasons.

He finished FP1 in 17th place. I've already interviewed his teammate, Alex Albon, and Kimi Antonelli, who sadly crashed George's car.

The Argentinian was in his flirting mood, responding to all my questions with phrases that could be interpreted in another way. I was already angry at him, and the way he was acting was really annoying me.

I was leaving the paddock when I felt someone touching my left shoulder. Of course, it was him.

“You can't just ignore me for weeks and then pretend that you didn't do anything. I can't play your little game anymore.” I almost screamed at him.

“Hermosa, you can't just pretend that you don't like me. Stop being selfish and let me talk to you. Let me explain myself.” He said with that accent that I couldn't hear without getting crazy.

“So you are calling me selfish? Oh, please, Franco. Act like an adult for a second. I don't wanna talk to you."

He just laughed.

“And stop fucking laughing.” said while I started walking faster.

✸

When I got to my hotel room, the first thing I did was block him everywhere. No more Franco, no more stress.

But only an hour later the room phone started to ring.

“Miss y/n, someone left a thing in your name at the reception.”

“I'm going there.” I put my shoes on and left my room.

“It can't be Franco.” I said to myself while waiting for the elevator.

The ‘thing’ someone left to me was an example of my favorite book, My Year of Rest and Relaxation. I told Franco it was my favorite book when we had our only date that wasn't in a club. On this day, we went to a coffee shop and talked there for hours. I think it is my favorite memory with him.

I unblocked and called him.

“You can't just buy me with presents. I said it before, and I'm saying it again. I can't play your little game anymore.”

“This was the only way I found to grab your attention. I tried to talk to you in the paddock, but you just ran away from me. I would call you, but you blocked me. I really feel that I have to explain myself, but I want to do it face to face. Can I go to your room? No second intentions, I just want to talk.”

I stopped for a moment and considered whether I should let him come and talk.

“My room is number 1043. But you better have a good excuse.”

15 minutes later, I heard someone knocking on my door.

“Come in.” I said to him.

We sat on a sofa. He had his elbows on his thighs, his hands under his face.

“I've had a lot of failed relationships, and it was all my fault. I think I just get scared. I'm scared about things just getting wrong again, and I lose you. I don't know why I kept doing it. Treating you like the whole world and then after, completely ignoring you. Y/n, I really like you, and I can't keep treating you like you're nothing. I'm really sorry for everything I've done to you, and it would mean the world to me if I could only get a second chance.”

I knew he wasn't lying. I saw the truth in his eyes.

“I can't give you a second chance because I've already done that. I really like you, Franco, and I wish things weren't that complicated.” I looked him directly in the eyes.

“I know I kept making you more and more upset with me, and I'm really sorry for everything. I would do anything for you to forgive me. Te lo ruego hermosa.”

“Actually, you've never made me really sad. You just made me really angry, but that always went away when we started talking again.”

“I'm so sorry about everything.”

I grabbed his hands.

“You'll have to prove that you really have changed.”

“Anything for you, mi amor." He gave me a soft kiss after saying that

I told him to go back to his room and just went to bed.

That night, I couldn't sleep well. Was he really being honest? How could I be so sure he wasn't lying? What will happen with us? all these thoughts kept me awake for a few hours. But something inside of me said that everything would be fine.

✸

It was the race day. Lando Norris was on pole and Franco placed 18th.

He had never been so sweet to me and I was really happy cheering for him.

After a long race, he finished 12th place, which was a pretty good result considering that it was his first time racing in an F1 car.

He was the third driver I would interview. After I congratulated Leclerc on his win, the Argentinian driver came in.

“Franco, it was your first time racing in F1, and you had such a great result. How are you feeling right now?”

“I'm feeling like a brand new man.” He said with a big smile.

“The car is really good as far as possible, and I'm really excited for the next race. It's all so different from F2, but me and the team are doing a great job.”

“Congrats, Franco.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” He looked at me with shiny eyes and a sweet smile.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

willy, ace, and 4 nations 😌

originally, ace wasn’t planning on going. she’s got a two and a half month old, she would have to fly with him, pack, the whole nine yards

but before william has to leave for montreal, they’re hanging out at his place and he’s packing while ace and gunnar are chilling on his bed. ace is feeding the baby and they’re chatting about the up coming competition

“i know it’s a lot to ask,” william says, “but it would mean a lot to me if you guys came. he’ll never remember it, but i want gunnar to be there while i represent my home country”

ace is so on the fence, but she can’t deny william this thing. it’s important to him ans truthfully, it’s important to her that gunnar gets to see the pictures and videos later when he’s older. so she agrees to go and william is so excited he leans in and presses a big kiss to her cheek, just slightly too close to her mouth

after william’s done packing, the whole group migrates to ace’s apartment and william takes over gunnar duty while ace packs for the two of them. he’s chatting to the baby, telling him how excited he is that gunnar and mommy are going to be at the competition. ace is always a little flushed and flustered when william refers to her as ‘mommy’ or ‘mama’ and she tries not to think about what that means

ace ends up on the flight with the other nylanders so she’ll have help with gunnar - who’s actually a total delight on the plane and sleeps or eats the entire trip

william upgrades his hotel room to a suite so that gunnar and ace can stay with him, even though she protests that they can get their own room because he needs to rest. he’s like nope, i want to spend all my free time with you guys, that’s the whole point.

ace barely puts up a fuss because she knows it’s important to william and the suite has a second room for her and gunnar

(all three end up in william’s room every night except for the nights before the actual games. gunnar in his little pack’n’play and ace and william passed out in the king sized bed, hands touching while they sleep)

(and if ace “borrows” william’s 4nations sweatshirt? well, hotel rooms are cold 🤷🏼‍♀️)

[luckycrystal]

affections || William Saliba x Reader

The internet is convinced that William Saliba and reader are in a hostile relationship, with no feelings attached. Y/n goes through their comments and sees that those moments, where they think you two were being hostile were actually loveable moments.

William Saliba x black reader!

Y/n did not know why people thought William and her were in a hostile relationship. The comments from his fans on her Facebook, yeah, call her old school but she still loved to use the app because it let her the ability to interact with post from only persons she knew, unlike insta and the rest where she saw lots of influencers, ads etc that seemed to have various opinions on them.

'he always looks away from her when they are in public'

Under this comment was a link leading her to a clip of her and William at a charity event, they were sat side by side, she was digging into the refreshments when she noticed his eyes on her. They gaze met, with him immediately looking sideways.

"Babe," She smirked. "Did you see something that you like?".

"It's just," He licks his lips. "You look pretty in that dress".

"Thanks" She said as she saw his face heat up, through put that night he did not make eye contact with her because everytime he did, his whole body and face seemed to turn a shade of pink. She watched him at every chance, smiling at herself.

Unto the next comment,

'i legit saw a picture of him eating spoiled noodles, like does she even cook'

Another link to get another picture to explain this fans theory. A picture stands of them together, him eating a bowl of slightly discoloured noodles, which took her back to memory lane. It was a Monday and he had just come to to training, and she had sat by the kitchen door on the floor looking deflated.

"Darling" He said placing a kiss on her forehead. "Thought we spoke about you sitting on the ground".

"I- Yeah you told me that the cold ground is not good for me" She said and he waited. "And? Let's get up, and I will warm up something for you".

Panic set in as she held him back. "No, that's not needed" William raised an eyebrow. "Fine, I tried to make something for you but it turned out-".

He helped her up and took her to the kitchen, opening the pot. At first he stood stunned, "I told you, you didn't have to cook or enter the kitchen, all those gender stereotypes are forgotten in the past, next time let me cook something instead".

"I know, but I was just trying to be useful" She said staring down.

When she looked up, he had been quietly eating the noodles, his face as straight as a pole, but when they eyes met, that moment he smiled at her. "Do you want food poison? Put it down" she warned.

"And let your efforts waste?" He smiled. "Its not only food that's here, your love is cooked in here too, how can I waste it?".

That was where the infamous picture came from. Her eyes captured other comments, but she simply scrolled through till she saw one that caught her eye.

'she looks loose, like why she is standing near Saka like that? does she want him too?'

Y/n scoffed. Her and B were close friends, and she had no feelings other than friendship with the star boy, that picture of them hugging was actually from William birthday. They had joined together to play a game against Declan's and William team, the odds were against them as Declan seemed to be doing good at everything.

Until B and Y/n changed their plan, and started exchanging answers or hints through looks or sounds. he Martin had brought a chess board and they were playing it then, so Y/n would take tap the table twice to signal when he should move right or left, and he would clear his throat if he felt it was the wrong move.

They ended up winning (of course) and while she was huddled, celebrating she saw William taking a picture of both of them. Declan shook his head fondly like 'do they think we don't know?' and William stared lovingly at her, "they might be a bit clueless but at least she's happy".

"What are you looking at?" Present day William asked while holding her from behind.

"Your fans comment"

"Even I don't read that, it's not healthy" William stilled. "They will either love you or hate you all in the speed of light, public opinion does not last, no matter what they say it's better not to get annoyed".

She smiled turning to face him. "I know that," then she paused, cupping his face. "I was just curious".

He took that opportunity to lay kisses on her lips. "What are they saying?".

Y/n paused. "All interesting assumptions..." She said swaying from place to place as he lifted her up to kiss her even harder. "Nothing like our reality is though".

"you know I love you" He said whispering into her ears, "now so you want to hear how much or do you want to keep reading online junk?".

"now, how much do you love me?"

"infinity, it can only be infinity".

THE END

[theunluckycanuck]

first & thirteenth (lessons in losing)

oscar piastri & carlos sainz jr - wc: 3518

tags: smut/pwp, post!shanghai gp, lingerie, collars, rivalry, dom/sub dynamic, bottom(sub)!carlos, top(dom)!oscar, dirty talk, degrading language, mean sex

a/n: i'm posting this with shame in my heart

achieve of our own link

The hotel in Shanghai was nice, Shanghai was always nice. So, Oscar didn't know why he had to compliment that accommodations for the weekend. The trophy was nice too, one of the better ones he had seen during his time in F1.

Even the drink in his hand was nice too, not too strong but also not watered down. His weekend prize made a good cocktail. He downed the rest of it and put it down on the table beside him. After a few moments he came to the conclusion, it was time for another drink.

"Amorcito." He called out towards the kitchenette of the hotel room. He didn't look over, but he could feel the other man's presence nearby. Made him lick his lips, the bitter taste of alcohol was still there.

Slowly padded over was none other than Williams newest driver, Carlos Sainz Jr. Oscar had to admit that the other man looked good in the deep blues of the team, especially when it was lace stretched across the other man's broad chest.

This was their little games - it was the only way they'd keep from killing each other. Maybe in another time, in another place, their relationship would be more civil. But this was what needed to happen.

Carlos looked down at Oscar on the couch, and Oscar gave a knowing gaze. The Spanish driver frowned and asked, "What can I do for you, Sir?" The term was stiff on the man's tongue.

"I think another drink is in order." Oscar beamed towards him as he picked up the empty glass, the ice already started to melted and handed towards Carlos, "You'll be a good boy for me, right?" And flashed that winner's smile.

The smile that had been plastered on every newspaper, the smile of the Grand Prix winner.

Oscar came in first that weekend, and Carlos sank to thirteenth. Hence why the driver was dressed in lacy little lingerie with a leather collar around his throat with a tag that said, "If lost please return to: Oscar Piastri". Even if it was a bitter pill to swallow, Oscar won the Grand Prix. The trophy was happily on display in the hotel bedroom, it felt like the Australian driver was rubbing it in when he made Carlos look at it while they fucked.

Carlos should have guessed a long time ago that Oscar had a sadistic streak in him. He remembered the bites on Lando's neck and the bruises on Max's wrists. Carlos tried to ignore it or excuse is away. But the little koala of the grid, the unassuming Oscar Piastri had a mean streak when it came to sex. And it was only aided by the weekend's wind.

And Carlos hated that it made him erect in the pretty blue panties he was forced to wear.

He took the glass and went to grab Oscar another drink. He could feel the other's gaze on his back and it made him shudder. He poured the drinks and he could still feel the lingering heat of Oscar's gaze.

There were safeguards, there always was. Didn't matter who won, even if they both were down each other's throats at times. There had to be, they weren't playing stupid. If they did, they wouldn't be playing. Safe signal, three taps on the shoulder. The safe word, Madrid.

He returned with the drink and set it down on the table beside Oscar. He could feel Oscar's lingering gaze on him, as if he waited for Carlos to address him. Dark eyes flickered to the Australian driver, "Your drink, Sir." Then pulled away, waiting for his next command like a dog.

Oscar reached out, those smooth hands went to grab Carlos by the wrist, "Come sit with me."

"I thought we were doign this so you could fuck me." Carlos replied as Oscar captured his wrist. This was prolonged foreplay until Oscar wanted to indulge himself in the sweet heat that was Carlos Sainz.

Mister Smooth Operator, didn't look so smooth when dolled up so pretty for his fellow driver. Calling him sir and waiting for commands. He did still look hot though.

"We'll get to that, Amorcito. Just come sit with me. We'll split the lovely drink you made me." Then held onto Carlos' wrist as he brought him onto the couch beside him. With the glass in one hand, he reached over and pushed back some of Carlos' dark hair and went in for a firm kiss.

It wasn't sloppy like when they were in the depths of each other's pleasure, nor was it sweet the way lovers were. Such fickle little games they played, it just happened that Oscar was the winner for the evening.

"You look good." Oscar remarked, "Really good. I was worried that you wouldn't fit in what I brought." He chuckled lowly as he spread a hand across Carlos' chest, "But I think it fits wonderfully." He licked his lips.

Carlos swallowed then replied, "I'm glad it fits too, sir." And watched as Oscar's hand spread down his chest towards his abdomen and then to his cock. He tensed up when Oscar's knuckles brushed against his hard cock.

The dark blue lace and silk did very little to prevent the full feeling of Oscar's hand on Carlos' cock, it made the driver let out a small pleasured noise. It escaped his lips before he couch force himself to hold it back.

Despite it all. Despite every snide comment, every moment they stood toe to toe, every round of their sick little sexual games. Oscar knew exactly how to make Carlos grow needy with sexual want.

It got to the point where Carlos spent a week of the off-season jerking off to photos of Oscar in near rage because no porn would satisfy him. It was like the fellow driver burrowed deep into his subconscious and lived there to torment Carlos until they could take it out on the track- and then each other.

"Look at you, Carlos. Fuck, look at you." He leaned in closely, "If only they knew. Maybe we could get Albon a matching pair and the two of you could have a new campaign for Williams." He leaned into the other's ear, "Might as well make an impact in another way, because you're not getting either prize at the end of the year."

Carlos swallowed, he felt the urge to say something. But then again, last time he won he had Oscar ride his thigh with his driver's suit still on while he told the other driver that he would always be a second rate driver. So maybe he deserved it.

Oscar noticed Carlo's reaction, could see the internal struggle in the other's dark eyes. He chuckled lowly and said, "Ferrari threw you out." He kissed the shell of Carlos' ear, "And when Williams throws you out soon after. I'll make you my WAG." he chuckled softly, "Got the brains to be an engineer, I know that. But, I think you'll look better on the sidelines. Back in McLaren orange and cheering for me."

Carlos hated how his body reacted. It wasn't loud, bombastic words, it wasn't sneering or anger. It was a slow crawl of poisonous words in his system. The flood in his brain, the ache in his cock. Sickening, and Carlos yearned for it.

"How does that sound?" Oscar chuckled as he teased Carlos' cock further, "Be the prettiest thing on my trophy shelf." Then kissed the other on the lips. The kiss was less firm, more sloppy.

They were both losing their edge. The game was devolving into sexual need for one another. Oscar grasped Carlos by the back of the head with one hand and got his cock out of the underwear with the other. As they sloppily made out, he stroked the other's cock with quick, hard jerks.

Carlos' resolve was in shambles, he felt the throb in his body. Fuck Oscar Piastri, he would win next time and get his revenge. He wanted to see the other driver's ass black and blue so he wouldn't be able to race for a good portion of the season.

The desires, the games, the consequences both pushed both men to their absolute limit on the track. It was sick, but it was only paired with a euphoria that they both painfully craved.

"Fuck." Oscar panted when he broke the kiss. He looked into Carlos' dark eyes, they were both flustered and heavily breathing. His grip on the other's cock was still tight as he continued to stroke it. Carlos bucked into the other's touch and Oscar went back to giving him heavy kisses.

Flickers of passion was burning down the whole house, Carlos took Oscar by the face and kept their lips together. Oscar hissed into the kiss as he felt his own cock hard from the experience. He had been hard since the moment Carlos put the slutty bralette on, but to kiss him. Taste him. Only fueled the pleasure more.

The prolonged foreplay, the mental games, came to an end. They both needed each other like they needed a seat on the grid. The kind of need that made them dig their fingers into one another. Oscar's mouth traveled further down, threatening to bite at Carlos' neck.

When they eventually broke away from one another. The cocktail was last behind on the table, and they were stumbling over themselves to get into the bedroom. Oscar ended up on the bed first, nearly tripped over himself as he tried to get his shirt off.

Articles of clothing and lingerie were stripped and tossed aside with slim promises of being found in the morning. Carlos left his collar on, couldn't forget who he belonged to.

"You should lose more often, Amorcito." Oscar said as he laid there naked on the bed, his cock stood hard and he admired Carlos' similarly nude body, "Let's see if we can get back-to-back unfinished races. Pushed that shit car a little too hard, and you simply can't finish. The things we'd get up to." He licked his lips. He reached for the bottle of lube that he had stuffed in the nightstand and flipped open the lid.

Carlos took the bottle from him and prepped himself, rubbed the lube against all the right places because he knew that Oscar was going to be lazy and have Carlos do all the work.

Oscar only looked at him with heat in his stare. He took in the sight of all of Carlos' form. The strength, the body hair, the size of his cock. Oscar had fucked himself dumb on it enough times when the tables were turned, but tonight, Carlos was going to do the same on Oscar's cock.

"I will win next time."

Oscar broke into a grin at his words, "I'm sure you will, Amorcito. I'm sure you'll win them all." He licked his lips, "Probably would have done it in a Ferrari. But, I guess you'll come in a solid fifth for the rest of the season. You lost to Stroll. Not a good look."

The words were biting, the insult stung. But it also made Carlos painfully erect. He tossed the bottle of lube to the side and wiped the remaining lube on his digits against the covers. Not his problem to wash.

He straddled Oscar's waist properly and placed his hands on either side on the man and loomed over him. Oscar's hand was around his own cock and helped ease it into Carlos, the only moment of tenderness this entire evening.

Once again, if they were going to play stupid. They weren't going to play at all.

Oscar dared to asked, "What is the capital of Spain?" A coded question to ask if the safe word needed to be used before they continued. Even though there was little tenderness in their activities; consent was important. Neither men were monsters.

"Barcelona." Carlos didn't need the tenderness, he didn't need the safe word. He needed the man who was fucking him. He needed Oscar.

Oscar held onto Carlos' hips and replied, "Good answer." Before the other man started to move up and down on him. His thrusts were quick, and Oscar swore under his breath at the feeling.

Pleasure shivered down his back as he laid out on the bed.

Carlos could see it in Oscar's eyes, the look in them as he pleasured him. He held onto the covers under them and moved against the other man. The sparks were flying in his brain as he rutted against him. His cock dribbled pre-cum with each heavy thrust of his hips.

Small noises were shared and Oscar dragged his blunt nails down the other's chest while only made Carlos' cock twitch from the sensation. He swore under his breath and Oscar moaned.

If anyone knew about this. It would be all over the press, bad enough they had been on a few blind item websites a few times. A stray inside source said that they were fucking behind the scenes. Carlos had feeling it was Lando who was leaking the information as revenge for the multiple times they had kept him up.

Neither cared, it was all speculation. Even though at that moment, it felt very real as Carlos continued his thrusts, moving his body up against the other man. Soon they were chest to chest as he gave Oscar another sloppy kiss.

Oscar held onto the collar and yanked on it which only made Carlos more aroused. The pleasure a live wire in his gut, shocks of want went through him. The grip that Oscar Piastri had on him was remarkable.

Maybe when Carlos wins the Driver's Championship and McLaren dumps Oscar for some younger driver, then maybe Carlos will show some mercy and make him a proper WAG. If Oscar played his cards right, and his racing style wrong, then Carlos would get him a proper diamond.

A man of class like Oscar deserved nice things. Especially if he handed over the world championship to Carlos, he'd be rewarded in spades.

The Spanish driver continued to move against Oscar, his cock fit just right in him. It excited him, aroused him down to his very fiber. They shared another sloppy kiss, Oscar trailed his tongue across the other's bottom lip and Carlos shuddered.

Oscar's heart raced, the feeling was intense. Even though he was being ridden by Carlos like his life depended on it, the feeling was tenfold in Oscar's brain. The fellow driver burned something fierce in Oscar's soul.

He licked his lips and held on tightly, he admired how Carlos looked riding his cock. It was a beautiful sight. He said to the driving fucking himself on his cock, "See you ride me better than that car. Any car you've driven. Meant to be on my cock and out of the driver's seat." He squeezed Carlos' hips tighter, "Give it up at Williams, give it to another driver who deserves it. I heard Lawson is out, give it to him. C'mon."

Carlos scratched his blunt nails down Oscar's chest and the Australian driver near laughed if he wasn't already in heightened pleasure. His nails across his nipples only made his cock twitch inside of Carlos. The driver panted, he felt hot and sweaty on top of Oscar, "No.. Never. I'm going to beat you, Oscar."

Oscar tugged on the collar so they were more eye-level with one another, "It's Sir tonight, Carlos. Don't make me punish you." He licked his lips, "If you do, you'll be out of commission all season."

Carlos went in for another heated kiss and groaned as Oscar tugged on the collar. It choked him slightly and it only fueled the heat in him. He knew his climax was near, he could feel it in his teeth.

Sex with Oscar was unlike anything else he had ever experienced. The feverish fucking, the additional gear, the creaking of the bed. It all aroused something deep within both men.

Flickers of flames burned between them, both as rivals and sexual partners.

Both matched each other's eagerness to play sick sexual games. To push each other on the track and dish our rewards and punishments off-the track. When the dust settled on the pavement and the trophy was given. All they had left was the piercing desire. Settle the score, engage in sexual acts that would make most blush.

They weren't the first and they wouldn't be the last pair to do so. But neither cared, not as the pleasure grew. Let them talk, let the fans and the haters stew in what went on when the cameras turned off.

Who cared.

Because at that moment, Carlos Sainz was riding Oscar Piastri's cock with a leather collar around his neck. His need for climax grew as he clutched onto the other's shoulders. What they couldn't say in front of the cameras was exposed in the privacy of a hotel room in another country, in another place.

"You drive me insane."

"You drive me to victory, Sainz." And Oscar gabbed Carlos by the back of the neck and pulled him into another searing kiss. He groaned as he came inside of Carlos. He tensed up, the pleasure its peak in his mind.

When he broke the kiss, he gasped for air. Only then could he relax while Carlos quickened his pace to chase his own climax. He needed it too while Oscar laid with his hands on the bed, trying to catch his breath.

Fuck.

Carlos shuddered on top of the other driver, he cursed under his breath. He could feel the orgasm in his gut. He continued to move, desperate for his release. It was finally granted to him and soon he finished all across himself and Oscar.

Streaks of cum down both of their chests as Carlos gasped for air. A small noise left his lips as he slowed his thrusts down to a stop. He swore under his breath as he tried to collect himself. He could feel the hammering his chest.

He hated to admit it, but Oscar was a good fuck. Even within their little sessions post-race. The strive to out do each other. He came harder than he had with anyone else, the magic that the other driver had.

And despite Carlos' deep resentment towards that, how Oscar made him feel. The final release was still worth it. It left him raw and breathless. His nerves felt alive as he went in for one final kiss.

"You drive me up the wall." Carlos said.

"Ah, ah, ah." Oscar said as he placed a finger over Carlos' soft lips, "What are you meant to call me tonight?" He shifted and Carlos ended up on his back, the two gazed at one another.

Carlos swallowed, this wasn't the end of their games tonight. Didn't help that he was getting aroused once more. He could have held his own, he could have said a biting remark.

But he didn't.

He swallowed and said, "You drive me up the wall, Sir." The word still heavy on his tongue, but it only made Oscar lick his lips.

The other driver patted him on the cheek, a little rougher than Carlos hoped for. And Oscar leaned in for another kiss as he then grabbed Carlos' legs around his waist. They were soon touching foreheads.

"I'm not done with you yet, Sainz. My victory was earned, and I need to remind you that I'll be bringing home most of the trophies this year. And you won't get in my way."

"Fuck you."

"No, no. But I'll fuck you." And then dove in for another heated kiss. It was going to be a long night. It wouldn't be a shock if there was damage done to the hotel room by sunrise.

But Oscar didn't care, it was a lovely accommodation. With a lovelier hole to fuck.

-

The next morning there was a knock on the door. Lando stood there with his hands at his hips, he adverted his gaze when the door was open. He didn't need to know what happened in Oscar's room last night.

He could fucking hear it.

The door opened and the British driver said, not even glancing to see who had opened the door. He was keenly fascinated with the slight discoloration of the wallpaper above the doorway, "Hey, uh. We're heading out soon… I don't know if Carlos is coming with you and Mark… But you should tell him. Preferable with clothes on."

Lando's eyes went wide, his gaze didn't relent when he heard Carlos' voice.

"Thanks, mate. I'll let Oscar know."

Lando eventually looked towards the doorway and saw a barely clothed Carlos heading back in the hotel room with a thick black leather collar around his throat and a limp in his walk.

The driver grimaced and turned back around. He wondered if for the Japanese Grand Prix he could stay in a room further away, or better yet, another hotel all together. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

[angsthology]

“i don’t have a problem!” — or an alt title: roo definitely “doesn’t” have a problem

just a little predicament

a/n ended up not liking this much

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

in truth, like every memory she has, it was all a blur.

(should she get her brain checked? maybe. but that’s a conversation for later—if she remembers.)

one moment she was walking innocently with her little snoopy water bottle (that once had am alfa romeo logo on it but fred eventually gave up on trying to remove the stickers she had put over it) on her right hand and her phone on her left; deathly focus on the game on her screen.

next, she was shoved—gently but firmly, surprisingly—onto a chair in a dark room. now only one light turned on above her eyes making her squint. wait —are her hands tied?

then a scold came from the dark, but she doesn’t think it was exactly directed at her.

“what—no! what’s wrong with you? you’ll hurt her eyes! turn on all the lights properly.”

…george?

the lights then turned on properly.

woah. so crowded.

she scrunched her brows together in confusion.

“what’s going on?” she asked a bit quietly.

“we need to talk—” the brit started.

“you have a problem!” a french accent interrupted.

“—mate!” he scolded the alphatauri driver.

said man shrugged, “i am not wasting any more time on this, she needs to know.”

“know what?” she asked.

“here’s the thing kid—”

“we need to talk about your… m problem.” the french whispered the last part.

m problem? she was so confused, she said the first thing that came to her mind, “menstruation?”

suddenly all the men in the room frantically answered together in a strings of ‘no’s and defenses saying it has nothing to do with that m.

“okay so… what?” she paused, “and where is nando?”

the monégasque in the back with his arms crossed scrunches his brows, “what’s he got to do with this?” he whispers mostly to himself.

“nando is getting taken care of.” george answered shortly.

“YOU’RE KILLING HIM?”

he shook back, “what– no! he’s fine! —well…”

“GEORGE.”

“he’s with lando!” he raised his hands in defense quickly.

“THAT’S WORSE!” she cried.

in response, the monégasque in the back couldn’t help but snort.

“russell! we are getting off-topic.” complained the french driver.

said man cleared his throat, “right. thank you, pierre.”

“you can thank me by speeding this up.”

george ignores him, eyes back on the girl on the chair looking up at him with clueless eyes.

“you have a mahjong problem.”

she scrunches her brows, “what—problem? i don’t have a problem.”

“yes you do.”

“name one time—”

suddenly a new voice emerged from the side, “okay! grid picture, three weeks ago.”

“alex?”

“that’s me alright! —yeah, remember when you tried to remove me.”

she scoffed, she was about to say something but he beat her to it.

everyone was getting called one by one to be placed in their spots in the frame when the two williams driver stood on opposite ends of the line as they were to wait for more instructions from the photographer when suddenly the—not yet called for—alfa romeo driver walks over to nicholas and without uttering a word, pushed him out of the lineup—he could’ve been offended, but truth be told he was far too busy being confused—then proceeded to move to the other side of the line towards his teammate.

the photographer, previously focused on his work, took a step back when he saw the woman running around just to see what was happening.

the girl—like she had done with latifi—pushed the thai driver out of the line up and steps back to see the full picture.

“mahjong match…” she mumbled under her breath.

“oh, please, you’re just bringin’ stuff up. latifi’s over it!” she raised her hand to point towards the canadian driver.

the attention moved to said driver, he lift both his hands in surrender, “jury’s still out.”

they all then turn back to her accusingly.

then, carlos—completely spawned in out of nowhere—opens his mouth, “i mean; i don’t think you have a problem, cariño—”

“butt out, kiss ass.” alex glared at the spaniard, resulting in the latter to throw his hands up in surrender.

roo rolled her eyes, “whatever! it was just that one time, doesn’t make it a problem!” she defended.

only, her defense was cut by a too-familiar voice. “oh, it’s already a problem.”

her eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the person who showed.

“NIKA?! you’re part of this?” she exclaimed.

said girl uncrossed her arms and walked over to her friend tied to the chair.

she rolls her eyes, “when it involves my stuff, yes i’m a part of it.”

at that, the driver on the chair blinks. she inhaled as if she was about to say something but stopped herself short, closing her mouth shut again. she blinks again, eyes then looking around as if to find something.

“…right.” she looks up at her friend.

she nodded with pursed lips, “yeah.”

nika was calmly scrolling through twitter on her laptop with the glee soundtrack playing in the background when she was—harshly, rudely interrupted with a person slamming the door open into her room.

she screamed, closing her laptop shut and throwing away.

—okay, but it wasn’t like she was looking at anything bad… she was just embarrassed (for some reason) and panicked.

“can i borrow your keyboard thanks.”

the girl didn’t spare a second or wait for an answer from her friend before sitting down on her organized desk right besides her friend’s bed where her the white and pink bluetooth keyboard was placed.

when she finally recovered from the shock, nika whipped to the side and glared at her racer friend (that was in her own world).

“pineapples!” she scolded—eyes widening when she sees her removing both of her shift keys from each side, “what the hell are you doing?!”

at that, the girl did a double take at her friend before stopping. “oh, hi nika.”

she then looked back towards the keyboard in front of her then to the two keys in her hand to the missing ones on the keyboard.

It was still quiet besides the music in the background, nika still looked at her friend a bit angrily but also mostly confused and waiting for an answer or anything from her while roo herself was practically spacing out.

she didn’t re-address it, instead look towards her friend, “what do you think of having filipino food for dinner?”

nika clicked her tongue at the slide of topics, eyes blinking back in somewhat surrender, “uh, sure.” she shrugged.

With that, the driver replied an audible ‘okay’ before getting up and leaving.

“wait! but my key— oh whatever.” nika tried before giving up and dropping back to her bed.

“ohh…” the alfa romeo driver nodded in realization.

at that, nika jutted her chin forward with an ‘you are unbelievable’ expression. “yeah! ‘oh’, bitch.” she barked.

george then swoops in grabbing the younger girl by her shoulders from the back and gently pulling her away muttering; “alright you’re too close to this.” before handing her over to a slightly cautious charles.

then pierre got her attention, “you have a problem.” he stressed, again.

“oh hoot, what’s your problem why so personal?” roo barked back at the french. “are you still pissed at me from that lake trip?”

“no!” he answered a little too quickly and too aggressively for it to actually be a no.

george quickly swooped in—again—and shooed pierre away before a cat fight could start between the two. “can we wrap this up? i have people who are looking for me.”

“cops?” alex remarked.

“the fbi?” roo chimed in.

they both giggled together at their own jabs.

the target, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed. “i hope you both dnf next race. —whatever! i don’t know why i’m fighting two degenerates like you about this. back to you,” he turned to the girl, “as your punishment for you horrendous behavior–”

“i’m sure i wasn’t that bad…”

“—mahjong or not, you’re a menace.” george cut her back off. “you’ve lost your phone and any other gadget privileges for the next two weeks.” he finished.

her jaw dropped, “WHAT?!” she yelled.

“technology cleanse, it’ll be good for you.” he smiled, hand extending to pat her shoulder only to be caught off-guard by her face snapping to it trying to bite him, treating back his hand with a high-pitched scream escaping his lips.

he gave her one last glare before leaving the room with the rest following behind, charles being the last one to actually bid her goodbye.

then she was alone in the room tied to a chair.

—wait.

she was still tied to a chair.

“guys!” she immediately called out when she realized, “i’m still tied to this chair…” she tried. “…guys?”

later

the alfa romeo driver sighs once more, her face propped up on by her chin on both her hands. she was bored out of her mind.

“what’s wrong, kid?” her trainer popped out of nowhere.

she lifted her head to look at the man, “hey, mikey. nothing, just really bored. mother russell took away my phone.” she complained with an eye roll at the mention of the british driver.

“oh,” he the paused, opening his pockets to fish for something. a second later throwing something fairly small from it.

she didn’t exactly get a heads up but thanks to her racing driver reflexes, she caught it.

a lighter?

she looks up at the man again, one eyebrow raised in question.

“play with that.” he says casually with a smile before making his way elsewhere.

she was still confused but… sure.

lightning up the match, she stopped.

“woah.”

bonus

both men sighed again for the several time the last few minutes.

the older man was about to leave as lando re-checked his phone again to find no signs from the others that he should be done.

damn it.

“alright, kid, i think i’m goin—”

lando immediately scrambled to his feet to pull him back, “wait wait wait!” he grabbed the alpine driver by his shoulders and sat him back down in front of him.

he swore he heard a slight cry coming from fernando.

they just stared at each other for a few seconds—nando looking everywhere but at the mclaren driver in front of him while the latter blanks away to think of something.

when the spaniard looked his way, lando didn’t really know what happened but he was sure the deeper part of his brain came to the front defense for him.

he stared the older man dead in the eye and

“she’ll be coming ‘round the mountain…”

bonus²

not proofread | taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoision @vellicora @bborra @woozarts @yl90 crossed out means i cant tag u

[dcdreamblog]

I've teased you with it before, but now we need a full writeup. Justice League Antarctica?

If I was a man prone to drinking I want you all to imagine this is the moment where I am approached, grizzled and sitting at a bar. Upon hearing those words in that order I neck my shot and sincerely consider throwing myself through the plate glass window.

And yet I do not drink and live FAR too high up for that, so here we go.

(This AMAZING photograph uploaded to what I am going to respectfully call the JLAnt's "website" still up and running from the dial up age)

The "JLAnt" as they are semi affectionately known can be traced back to one Paul Booker, enemy to the Green Lantern under the name Major Disaster due to his ability to cause natural disasters and accidents of probability at will. On his then most recent escape from prison he heard the news announcing the foundation of the then untested Justice League International. Assembling a group of C List or below supervillains including:

Big Sir: AKA David Ratchet, not so much a supervillain but a man of low mental faculties due to an engorged brain gland leaving him easily manipulated but superhumanly strong

Clock King: AKA William Tockman, a normal human whose obsession with time and time pieces resulted in a large array of clock themed gadgetry

Cluemaster: AKA Arthur Brown, sort of a Temu version of the Riddler, a failed game show host trying to make himself feared as the second best user of his own gimmick

Mighty Bruce: An unknown small time criminal who had befriended Booker and seemed to only be there for moral support.

and Multi-Man: AKA Duncan Pramble, an archeological assistant exposed to an unknown chemical compound allowing him to revive with a new set of superpowers every time he medically dies.

Forming themselves under the well worn "Injustice League" name the groups clashed in the aftermath of the Dominator invasion and the Injustice League was pretty sharply put down, causing the members to scatter for a few months. It wasn't until they all happened to be at an unemployment office in New York City that Booker tried to restart the idea with the theft of a valuable diamond. With a truly ghastly accident of fate the villains arrived at the same moment another group of thieves were attempting to make off with the gem. Battling the other group over rights to the treasure the Injustice League triumphed just as the police and media arrived in response to the museum's silent alarm. Because none of the villains were very well known or seriously feared they were quickly spun as having turned over a new leaf, an idea that excited Booker to some degree. Whether in genuine excitement for an off ramp to his criminal life considering his later trajectory or some kind of con taking shape in his mind's eye we may never know. Pleading his case to the JLI's at the time manager Maxwell Lord, he decided to kill two birds with one stone. Appointing the inexperience alien Green Lantern G'nort as 'leader' and sending the group to found a new Antarctic branch of the JLI, probably assuming that the desolate continent would keep them out of sight, out of mind and out of trouble.

Until about an hour after the group turned up and discovered a research station overrun with maneating mutant penguins because sometimes life has a VERY avant garde sense of humor. The group battled the foul fowl and with some late assistance from the JLI and the JLE managed to contain the threat but their...less than stellar performance left Lord thoroughly frustrated, laying off the group with a month's advance pay and a kick in the rear on their way out.

It really is one of those little farces of history, a bunch of no name criminals who happened to be in the right place at the right time. Twice, and got themselves into a comedy of errors that would be hackneyed if it ever showed up in print.

Most of its members were scooped up by the Suicide Squad under unknown circumstances and perished along the way but Major Disaster seemed to have been genuinely bitten by the hero bug at some point along the way and he joined a short lived "substitute" Justice League that turned into a real position for the man. He remains in the JLA's reserves to this day, has been a part of their Justice League Unlimited initiative and seems more than happy keeping himself out of trouble...ironically.

[tgammsideblog]

Analysis on Scratch's past and human life in ¨The End¨

After so much build up and teasing from previous episodes, we finally get to learn about Scratch's human life before the events of the series and how he became a ¨ghost¨ in the Season 2 finale and series finale as whole, ¨The End¨

The episode starts with the Mcgees hanging out in a Brighton festival. Scratch is talking to Geoff and suddenly has an idea of eating funnel cakes by possessing Brigton citizens who are waiting in the line. He is having fun eating them, going from one person to the other, until he possesses a human named Todd, who often appears as background character in plenty of episodes.

When Scratch possesses Todd, he gets hit with flood of memories of Adia coming back to him. He is close to having a panic attack for the sudden flow of flashbacks and gets out from Todd's body, leaving him confused.

He goes to Molly and the others and tells them about this vision he had he thinks it was thanks to eating funnel cakes. Molly goes to help Scratch getting more funnel cakes to unlock more of his human memories while Ollie and Libby think there is something else going on that made Scratch get back some of his memories.

The scene that follows is Molly and Scratch showing a presentation to the rest of the Mcgee family (Pete, Sharon and Darryl) who are skeptical when they are told about the funnel cakes. Molly and Scratch sing a song about how Scratch and Adia travelled around the world together and how his life was a ¨never ending parade¨. They were going on adventures together and went to a different place every day. Scratch suggests he didn't remember any of this stuff because ¨he had nothing to regret¨.

In the song sequence we see Adia as adult and Scratch in his ghost form. All the memories that are shown in the scene never have Scratch on his human form, only potrayed as his ghost self.

After they are done with their presentation, Pete and Sharon bring up that they still don't know how Scratch died. While they are discussing how he could have died, Darryl is looking for something on his phone. He shows to Scratch an adventure influencer called ¨Adia Williams¨ who Scratch recognizes as the Adia he knew from his human life.

Molly finds a way to get a personal interview with Adia to ask her about Scratch. Adia remembers that he was her best friend when she used to live on Brighton and talks about how ¨Scratch¨ was a nickname she gave to him because he had an habit of scracthing his arm when he got nervous. She tells to Molly how they used to build planes and boats out of boxes and pretend they travel around the world. These games inspired Adia to become an adventure later in life.

Molly mentions that it must have been great to travel with Scratch around the world. Adia seems confused by this and explains that Scratch never came anywhere with her. She asked him many times but he always turned her down. Scratch's expression turns into a devastated upon learning he never went to those places he sang about earlier. Molly tries asking to Adia about Scratch's dead and she says that Scratch isn't dead before the interview cuts out.

This scene puts many things into context. The song ¨My Life was Awesome¨ in reality was about games that Scratch and Adia used to play as kids and not real things that happened. Scratch never went to those places, he thought he did. In addition to this, it explains why Scratch is in the series usually connected to navy related things and why he didn't know how be a captain in ¨All Shark No Bite¨, that's because those things were based on these memories he had playing with Adia on a fake boat.

Molly and Scratch are left very confused with the interview. They are interrupted by Libby, Ollie and Geoff, who tell them the investigation they have been carrying out about Scratch getting some of his memories back. They asked June to look into Brighton's cameras from the festival that took place at the start of the episode. They watched footage of Scratch posessing people and eating funnel cakes until he tried posessing Todd and got expelled out. Molly doesn't get why Todd would unlock these memories and describes him as ¨having no soul¨ and Scratch answers with ¨because he is me¨.

We get a song flashback sequence of Scratch narrating his life a human (Todd). He describes that in his life he never took risks and played it safe. He didn't have ¨adventures, stories nor romances¨ and stayed at home. He would make plans but cancel them. Because of his extreme anxieties, he would stay on himself, never trying out new things or making connections with others.

Adia would going on adventures and travel to different places while he would never tried anything. Adia would always try to invite Scratch to go with her but he always said ¨Maybe Next Time¨.

In the song we see Scratch feeling remorse for being always fearful. He says that he feels like ¨he wasted his whole life¨ for playing it safe and he ¨was so afraid of dying that he never lived a day¨.

As time moved on, Scratch ¨became numb¨, in the sense he stopped caring about things. He became indifferent. Being always so consumed by his own fears made him incredible miserable that was ¨dead¨ on the inside. This went on for a long time until a moment he was talking with Adia by text phone and Adia didn't answer, indicating that they grew apart and, feeling like he lost one of the only things that brought joy to the emptiness of his life, his ghost part of him separated from his own body, probably with the desire that he didn't wish to feel anything anymore.

Scratch says that his memories started to go as the years passed. Ollie and Libby explain that this is a common phenomenon with wraiths, which is what Scratch is. If a wraith ghost spends too much time away from their human body, they start to forget who they are.

Scratch answer to that that maybe he didn't remember anything because ¨there wasn't anything worth of remembering¨ and flies away, feeling emotionally devastated from learning about his human life.

This whole sequence put plenty of things in hindsight about Scratch's character.

First, that Adia is his unfinished business, as it was the desire of travel around the world with her that stayed with him to the point that as a ghost he went to Adia's house and stayed in the attic where they used to play games. It is one thing he dreamed of doing as human but never did because he was always too afraid of trying. This explains why he remembered Adia as kid and the time the hanged out together.

Second, that Scratch buried himself with work as human, a work that seemed to make him unhappy and miserable. This does give an idea of why he is so lazy as a ghost and why he never follows the rules. Maybe subconsciously he didn't wish to do anything of that because it made him remember of how miserable he felt as human or just couldn't bring himself to care as he used to.

Third, that it gaves some justification as for why Scratch shows childish traits as a ghost. While Scratch can be seen as a neurodivergent person based on things like his own anxieties and other traits, it is worth of noting that he went back to the place he used to play games with Adia as a kid. It's easy to assume based on this that his mind turned into one of a kid again or/and he wished to back to those days he was a kid.

On last point, Adia seems to be the only person that Scratch remembers of his human life. Part of this is because he avoided getting close to anyone to make true friendships or fall in love, but, the fact he never says anything about his family is quite telling. There are many things that hint that Scratch didn't have a good family as human in the show and this confirms the idea even further.

We don't know how Scratch's relationship with his family was. One thing that can be assumed is that they were likely neglectful or distant that didn't make Scratch worth of remembering them.

Scratch suppressed most of his human memories because he found his life too depressing to be worth of remembering. When he became a wraith he sort of created a new identity for himself, going by the name of ¨Scratch¨. The only thing he really seemed to hold on were his memories of Adia, mainly his childhood memories. This supports the idea that Scratch has a ¨double identity¨, one as human and other as wraith.

After for searching for Scratch everywhere, Molly realizes that one place he could be is near what used to be his human house, Todd's house. Molly finds him sitting on the sidewalk across the street, looking at the house sadly.

He wonders what his life would have been like if he hadn't always play it safe and accepted Adia's invitation. Molly suggests that he could go ¨back to living¨ except this time he says yes. Scratch thinks of this for a moment and decides to pass. Molly stops him and tells him that he is still ¨playing safe¨ and how he is still afraid. Scratch answers to that that she should be afraid too since that as a wraith he forgot about his human life and he isn't sure what would happen if he becomes human again.

Molly tells him that it is a risk, but ¨taking risks is what makes life worth of living¨ and that's how you know you are actually alive. Molly talks about how Scratch still ¨played it safe¨ when he became a ghost and he was scared of being hurt, getting rejected and being left behind. She tells him that that's how he used to be when she first met him but he isn't like that anymore, he has grown and he isn't afraid sharing himself with the world. She knows that is one thing he won't forget.

Scratch decides that Molly is right. The two say goodbye to each other and Scratch apologizes if he isn't able to remember her. Scratch rings Todd's bell house and waits for the door to open. Todd answers and Scratch goes to his body, becoming a human again. He smiles at Molly, with his eyes shining in gold light.

There is apparently a short time skip that shows Scratch, now as human, preparing himself to going for a trip. He is wearing a new more colorful style than the one Todd was used to wear in the series. Different characters like Libby, Darryl, Sharon and Pete try stopping him in different ways to see if he remembers them, only for them to not recognize them and telling them that he has to go.

Molly is in the bus station, Scratch sits besides her while he waits for the bus to arrive. He tells to Molly that he sold his house, quit his job and now he is going to see the world. He talks about different places he is going to visit. Molly is shown to be happy for Scratch finally being able to follow his life dream.

The bus arrives and Molly tells him that no matter where he goes, he remembers the friends he made on Brighton. Scratch reassures that he will and maybe he will return one day to visit. Scratch uses the Molly catchphase ¨sweet baby corn¨ and ¨enhappifying¨, not sure where he got from. He finally says goodbye to Molly, calling her ¨Moll¨. Molly notices that he never told human Scratch her name, realizing that Scratch retained his some memories from when he was a wraith.

The end credits have Scratch going to different places around the world, enjoying every moment. The final photo has him meeting with Adia hugging each other, which cuts to a painting of Molly and Scratch hugging. He is finally able to follow the life dream he always wanted, keeping himself the things he learned as wraith during the series.

[crazycurly-77]

Games

Don't really know what possessed me to write this, but here it is. Have fun! 

After a hard and tiring case Tim, Tony, Abby and you were celebrating the successful completion in a cute little bar. Amazingly even Gibbs joined your round.

You had a lot of fun and at one point during the evening Tony discovered the little stage and the karaoke machine. So he suggested playing a game. You all cheered about this idea. The game you played was truth or dare and everybody agreed to play. 

To decide who's next Tony put an empty bottle in the middle of the table and spinned it around. 

Tim was the first to play and said “truth”. Abby laughed and cheered immediately and asked him “how do you like my new tattoo?” His head became a fiery red and he stuttered “it's hot.”

“Wheeee!!!” She was absolutely excited, which made even Gibbs laugh. He was sitting beside you and was very content about that, because he came to be able to spend a few nice hours with you outside of work. 

But that you didn't know. Sure, the two of you got along very well and in the last couple of months in which you were working with Abby the team became friends to you, but you developed tender feelings for the silver fox as well. 

That he developed deep feelings for you too was a fact and everybody saw his longing looks towards you, except yourself. You were busy with trying to hide your feelings and pining after him yourself. 

You laughed so hard because of Abby's lucky dance, that you nearly missed that the bottle had landed on Tony. With a mischievous grin he chose “dare”. “I see a karaoke machine on the stage. So I dare you to sing “Rock DJ” of Robbie Williams” Tim challenged him. 

Tony laughed and nodded saying “alright!” and walked towards the place of the upcoming desaster. He performed extremely good, but luckily he was good in his job. His singing had your ears nearly bleeding, but it was very funny. 

He came back to the table exhausted, panting heavily and laughing his ass off as you all did. Sitting down he grabbed the bottle and spinned it. 

Again you were lucky. Abby was next. “Truth” she said smiling widely. 

Tony grinned as only he could and then asked “do you and Tim have an affair?” 

She clapped her hands laughing again and yelled a loud “Yes! Sure!” 

Pour Tim became red as a tomato again and tried not to be seen. 

Gibbs only looked at him, but said nothing. In all the happiness the atmosphere was now a little tense, so Abby quickly took the bottle to lighten the mood once more. 

This time you had no such luck as previously. The bottle landed on you. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and said “Dare”. 

Abby knew that you can sing, because you were sometimes singing when you were waiting for test results and she loved your voice. But she was the only one who knew of your talent. 

Secretly she planned on getting Gibbs and you together because of your feelings for one another and this game was her perfect chance to work on this project. So she dared you “you have to sing “Hallelujah” in the version of Rufus Wainwright.”

All were laughing and you shrugged your shoulders saying simply “okay.”

You entered the stage, went to the machine and put it off with the words “that I don't need” and you winked to the waiting people. 

Then you took a seat on the piano and began to play and to sing. You closed your eyes to feel the music as you sang and the whole room was silent. After the song ended and you stood to walk back to your colleagues your audience gave you standing ovations. 

Abby fell into your arms jumping up and down “I knew you would make it! And it was so wonderful! I love your voice!”

“Y/N! I didn't know you could sing. Why didn't you told me?” Tony pouted. 

You smiled “you didn't asked.”

Sitting beside Gibbs again he layed his hand on your shoulder and said “very good, Y/L/N. Should sing more often.”

He gave you such a warm and tender smile that your mind gone blank and your heart was racing in your chest. Could he hear and feel it beating so fast? 

The two of you were so captured in each other that you didn't noticed that Tony answered another question truthfully and now directed the bottle back to you. 

Nobody complained about that, because all of them wanted to hear more from you. 

“Me once again? You're kidding. But alright. What do you want to hear?” you asked laughing. Immediately Tony demanded triumphantly “Sitting on a dock of a bay” of Otis Redding!”

“Yeah!!!” was heared from all sides. 

“Good. So be it” you nodded and walked back to the stage. 

Again everyone was fascinated and excited. 

“You are a singer!! What are you doing in the lab?” Tim asked in earnest. 

Your cheeks burned “Thank you so much, but it's just a hobby of mine and I love what I'm doing professionally.”

So this was settled. 

Gibbs asked himself the same what Tim had asked you and he feared your answer, but there was nothing to fear. You wouldn't leave him, would you? 

Of course they said that you were the next again and before you could say anything Tim cheered “I love when you sing ballads. So please, I want to hear “Run” of Leona Lewis.”

That was a sad but wonderful song, because it gives courage. 

So you sang it and Gibbs had to swallow hard. You singing this song got absolutely under his skin, no matter what. 

Tim, Tony and Abby saw this and congratulated themselves. Their plan seemed to work. Sure, originally it was Abby's plan, but Tim and Tony decided to help her as they noticed what she tried. 

Tim was next, so you didn't have to spend the whole evening on stage. He had to drink a glass of beer in one go as he chose the dare. Tony came after him, made the same choice and had to drink a glass of rum. He coughed heavily, but finally he made it and cheered at himself and bathed in his triumph. 

“Now it's my turn!” he then yelled and spun the bottle again. And again you had bad luck, because it landed once more on you. 

“Why does it never land on Gibbs?” you murmured a little annoyed. 

“Because it has too much fear of him!” Tony laughed and nearly toppled over because of it. 

While all were laughing, this earned him a glare and a head-slap from the boss. 

But it didn't help, it was your turn, so you said confidentially “I'll stick with dare.”

Surely you had only to sing again…

…but no!!!

Abby sent you a mischievous grin and demanded “you have to kiss Gibbs.”

Your jaw dropped and you blanched of surprise. Then you gulped and kissed him on the cheek. Everyone was disappointed, but most especially him. For a moment he thought his dreams would come true and his heart was trying to jump out of his chest, but no. He only felt your lips that he wanted to taste so much on his cheek.

Your cheeks however burned of embarrassment. Your heart was racing and you feared his reaction, but he simply stared at you with his wonderful ice blue eyes. 

Then you spun the bottle. It landed on Abby. She chose dare and gave a really good performance of AC/DC's “Thunderstruck”. 

Your little break wasn't long before it was your turn again. This time you chose to tell the truth. So Tony took his chance, stared at you and asked “do you have a boyfriend currently?” 

Once again you turned red “actually not. No, I don't have a boyfriend or someone like that at the moment.”

Tony and most of all Gibbs were very pleased with your answer. 

Then you turned the bottle, but Abby manipulated it, so it landed on you once more. You sighed and said “dare”.

Tim spoke up and made a wish “I would like to hear “The Rose” of Bette Midler.”

Abby cried excited “Yes! Such a wonderful song. A really good choice.”

You rolled your eyes, but went smiling to the stage once again. You loved singing, but you were getting slowly tired of the game. And you had a feeling, that maybe the three of Tim, Tony and Abby were up to something. 

But okay, it was your turn. 

You walked to the micro and it was silent again. Everybody held their breath in anticipation of what would happen. 

You breathed deeply to calm yourself, closed your eyes and began to sing. 

You poured all your heart in the song to get the wonderful message to your audience and everyone listened to your voice. 

You were totally oblivious that Gibbs stood up totally mesmerized and slowly walked to you. The team gasped in astonishment, but he couldn't help himself. He felt like he was drawn magically to you and couldn't resist for the life of him. 

As you had finished the song you opened your eyes to find his blue ones directly in front of you. Without a word he cupped your cheek with one hand and your waist with the other and pulled you to him. 

He wanted to taste your lips so badly so he slowly closed the distance between you and kissed you softly and tenderly. Breaking the kiss after a short while he kissed you lovingly on your forehead too, turned and walked back to your table. 

You stood there unable to move, think or do anything. What was that? Out of the blue your boss kissed you! The only thing in your mind was the word “wow!” 

After you collected yourself you went back to your table too, where you were met with three widely grinning faces and ice blue eyes which followed your every move over the edge of a beer glass. 

Sitting again next to Gibbs you took a sip from your own beer and then laughed “now it's MY turn to turn the bottle!” 

You grabbed it and instantly a hand was laid on yours. Holding your hand Gibbs turned the bottle at himself. He locked eyes with you and stated “it's my turn and I'm choosing the dare. But it's actually not a dare, but an honor.”

Everyone wondered and waited for what he was going to do, but he didn't care about the audience. He simply pulled you gently to him and kissed you hard and deeply to get his message to you and to stake his claim. 

Neither of you were able to grab a thought or say a word after this world turning kiss. You two were in your own world and forgot all your surroundings, co-workers inclusively. 

It took Tony to bring you both back to reality. He clapped Gibbs on the shoulder and winked saying “you should go and take a room.”

Instead of glaring at him, Gibbs grinned widely and murmured to you “for once he's right. Come on, Y/N. Let's go!” 

Under the cheering, clapping and laughing of your colleagues the two of you left the bar to celebrate the beginning of your life together.

The End

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

Back to the overview of this story

Back to the main Masterlist

Back to the alternative Masterlist

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

Tags: @ilovemark1951, @hobby27

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

[yanderes-galore]

hello hello, may i request a springtrap romantic concept (fnaf 3)? :3

Sure! Honestly, I'm surprised I've written him this much but haven't done a general concept yet.

Yandere! Springtrap Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Stalking, Manipulation, Violence/Murder, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Blood, Emotional manipulation, Threats, Slight gore, Forced "relationship".

It's already been established in all of my Springtrap and William fics that Springtrap is sadistic and ruthless.

During FNAF 3, Springtrap would see tormenting you as a game in his obsession.

By the time he meets you on Night 2 to Night 5, Springtrap sees you as his personal toy.

I'd say his obsession is a moderate speed.

He's technically obsessed once he meets you but his motives change.

Throughout your job he goes from trying to toy and maybe kill you... to wanting to keep you around as a twisted form of company.

Most of his obsession is him playing along with your audio cues.

He always gets so close before leaving you alone.

It's like he's playing/teasing, peeking through your window or from behind the door.

He loves to stare at you, silver eyes staring into your soul.

He craves your fear more than your blood being shed, as heard in one of his AR lines.

Don't get him wrong, he loves the sight of blood from his victims.

It's just farming their fear lasts longer.

Which is essentially what Springtrap is doing until the climax of his obsession.

He's just out of sight, climbing into vents and sitting by your window.

He likes it when you see him so he can watch the fear settle into your face.

When he's bold he'll warm up his raspy voice to speak to you.

Your initial shock at him speaking makes him thrive.

It's him setting down hints that he isn't what he seems.

He's no malfunctioning robot, he's something else.

Based on the smell you can guess.

Plus when you get a close up look at him through the window or doorway, you can see some sort of gunk clings around his metal.

It all makes you very nauseous.

Your little game is simple.

He tries to get in to "claim his prize", while you try to keep him out.

For the first few nights it's easy.

Then by Night 4 Springtrap gets more aggressive, his obsession creeping ever closer to a climax.

By Night 5 or 6, it's almost game over.

Springtrap thinks he's played nice long enough.

As he's watched you these past few nights... he's wanted to get his hands on you.

The idea of making you scream, to feel you in his metal claws, well...

He hasn't had such excitement in 30 years!

Just when you think you'll complete your week, that you'll walk out and leave, Springtrap surprises you.

Before you can do anything all your systems display an error.

You try your best to fend off hallucinations, to reboot your systems to put out and audio lure or seal off a vent.

Only for Springtrap to appear in front of you in the darkness.

He moves the monitors out of the way, a permanent grin on his face.

"Hello there, doll~!"

They way you scream makes him laugh.

Oh you're so cute when you're vulnerable!

He watches as you fall out of your chair, staring at him with big scared eyes.

"I loved our game... hope you wouldn't mind having it every night, dear?... or did you have something else in mind?"

Your game on your last night switches things up.

Instead of him coming to you in your office, it's you running through the attraction away from him.

It's agonizingly long... you're constantly darting in and out of vents and hiding behind walls.

Yet Springtrap knows your attempts at escape are futile.

Eventually you'll grow tired, eventually you may even injure yourself... then he'll strike.

He knows this place better than you.

You aren't the one roaming it every day and night in a bored stroll.

Which means only he knows about the secret backroom.

One he expertly corners you beside, just to push you inside and close the door.

The game is now over... he's won.

You're trapped in the roam, the smell of the rotting animatronic stunning you.

You look around, no other escape....

Where is this? A storage room?

"I've been waiting for this." The greenish rabbit hums, keeping you trapped in a corner.

"You see... you're just about the only company I've had in years. Decades, even."

You fear to ask, yet you try;

"Decades?"

"I've been dead for thirty years in complete agonizing silence. Dead yet living in this robotic shell. But honestly? I've never felt more alive!"

The rabbit laughs, standing over you.

"Now... I have long awaited company, doll. You'll be fun to play with. I think I'll have a lot of fun with you."

This becomes your fate.

You're forever meant to entertain the remains of the sick serial killer.

If he feels he has to, he'll make you immortal with him.

It'll be painful... but to him he thinks it'll be worth it.

That way... he can keep you with him forever as his doll, pet, and toy...

Even when the building burns down... you'll be stuck with him... forever his.

[merlingenrecs]

It is October and thus: spooky season! Who is ready for some dark, creepy or goosebumps-inducing Merlin fics? Be it a quest undertaken on Samhain or ghosts haunting Camelot, these fics are sure to get you into the Halloween mood.

Today's gen fic rec theme: Spooky, Scary, Haunted

↓ Find the list of fanfic recs under the cut! ↓

⚬ Merlin Choose Your Own Adventure Game by FriendlyNeighbourhoodWriter, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/45199480 summary: Have you ever felt frustrated that the characters made that one dumb decision? Ever wanted to just yell at the screen so they choose differently? With this story, that power lies in your hands!Set in an alternate universe where Merlin revealed his magic and became court sorcerer, Arthur has been attacked by something. It is up to Merlin to figure out what this is, and how to save his best friend. But the choices he makes depend on you as a reader. You are in control, and Merlin will act according to what you tell him to. So... choose wisely!

⚬ Darkness Like a Second Skin by VikingSong, 22k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/51119401 summary: Merlin had expected the Dorocha to kill him; he never considered that the voices of the dead might demand something far worse. As a dead foe lies through Merlin’s teeth, compounding Merlin’s own lies, Merlin’s friendships crack and crumble around him. Perhaps the only way to battle the vengeful, icy darkness within is to shed his lies and step into the light.

⚬ Feeding Grounds by N16, 14k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/42480024 summary: There’s something in the forest near Camelot. A manor that has never been there before. A manor that shouldn’t be there now. And within that manor, an ancient darkness waits. When Arthur and his men are forced to take refuge in the house for a night, the hunt is on. An evil force sets its sight on Emrys and his king, and it won’t rest until it has its prey. And this time, Merlin's magic is more likely to doom Arthur than to save him…

⚬ Black Cat by s0mmerspr0ssen, 4k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/42040827 summary: A cursed cat arrives in Camelot, Merlin tries his very best to stop it from wreaking havoc on the castle, and Arthur believes Merlin has gone crazy.

⚬ The Last Laugh by Gingeraffealene, 4k, rated K https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13731331/1/The-Last-Laugh summary: The consequences of a ghostly rumor inconvenience Merlin and, therefore, the Prince. Will Arthur's attempt to put rumors to rest succeed? Is the castle haunted or is there a magical trickster lurking about? Who will have the last laugh? An adventuresome night in the hallway should answer all those questions. Just a bit of spooky fun for Halloween.

⚬ The Longest Night by Camelittle, 2k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/10896549 summary: Samhain Eve is a bad time to be away from home. So Arthur and the Knights tell stories, to pass the time. When everyone finds Gwaine's tale a bit hard to stomach, Percival has a bright idea. How about asking Merlin to take a turn?

⚬ The Power of Words by jaqtkd, 3k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/2528975 summary: It's Samhain night and the party from Camelot are sitting around a large camp-fire and telling each other scary stories. Odd things start to happen when Merlin takes his turn, and the line between fact and fiction soon becomes blurred.

⚬ We Daren't Go A'Hunting by wryter501, 15k, unrated https://archiveofourown.org/works/37482931 summary: "We daren't go a'hunting, for fear of little men..." ~ "The Fairies" by William AllinghamOn Samhain the veils between various worlds thin, and strange things can pass through - beings who wish to assimilate Arthur, and Merlin, into their troop... but for very different reasons. And Merlin's magic doesn't work on them...Takes place in-canon after season 2, does not reveal Merlin's magic - but it does reveal other secrets.

⚬ Slumbering Magic by salted_popcorn, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/38990196 summary: It felt like a cool bath in Summer, the taste of freshly baked custard tarts, the smell of lavender in Guinevere's hair, the sound of Merlin's laughter. It felt like nothing and everything all at once. It is the golden age of Albion. The citizens live in peace and prosperity. Magic has been restored and friendships have been mended. Everything is not okay.

⚬ Whispering Your Name by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle, 23k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/19874179 summary: The Dorocha. They are the voices of the dead, my child. And, like the dead, they are numberless. Or: A different take of the dorocha. Instead of them being faceless screams that attack you, they are actually figures of the dead. Merlin doesn't quite realize how much death affected him until him and the knights go to close the veil.

⚬ The Devil's Table by Stealth Dragon, 30k, rated T https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8504943/1/The-Devil-s-Table summary: Arthur and Gwaine rescue Merlin from the clutches of slave traders only to find themselves trapped in a strange castle whose residents have up and vanished. There's something in the castle that's after them, and to make matters worse, Merlin is already injured and can't use his magic.

⚬ Into The Dark by kriadydragon, 16k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/1022118 summary: Merlin is a medium with a past he can't (and may not want to)remember. Arthur is a ghost hunter looking for answers as to why hismother killed herself for no known reasons. Both are rivals, but willhave to work together when their quest for answers gets them more than they bargained for.

[agerefandomstuff]

Can you do more Little Homelander? It is my newest hyper obsession. 🥰

Title: "Daddy" isn't too different from "Mommy"

Word count: 1503

Description: Butcher comes back to his dingy little apartment to find the only guest that always comes unannounced has seemingly set up shop in his bedroom while he was away.

CW: cursing, cannon typical dislike and love for each other but like... toned down, brief mentions of violence and guns

Chapter 1: Oh! William!

It had been a long day and Butcher was looking forward to kicking up his feet, drinking a cheap whiskey, and watching a game. But of course he wouldn’t be allowed that would he? The moment he unlocked his apartment door he knew something was off. 

As he moved in, gun in hand, the open balcony door confirmed his suspicion. The handle was broke off and even the glass was cracked. The front door had been fine so it had to have been some idiot athletic enough to climb up a few stories or someone who could… fly. 

Ugh.

He should’ve known instantly. The only bastard he knew that regularly came into his apartment through that damn patio was Homelander. 

With the off chance that it wasn’t the annoying blonde, Butcher keeps his gun raised as he sweeps the small apartment. Really there were only two spaces he couldn’t see straight from the front door, his bedroom and the bathroom. 

He stalks over to his bedroom, the door was open but the bed and part of the floor were obscured at this angle. He turns in suddenly pointing the gun forward as he hears a surprised… squeak?

Homelander whips around from his place on the floor, surrounded by toy cars, little army people, and crayons. He doesn’t flinch at the sight of the gun but anxiety shoots through him at getting caught. 

He nervously laughs and tries to put on one of his trained smiles. “William!” He greets his eyes struggling to stay on Butcher’s face. “You… ah.. you’re back! Early! Y..you weren’t supposed to be back for another week!”

Butcher lowered his gun, he should’ve been more perplexed at the sight before him but his general hatred towards Homelander tended to dull his surprise for the things he did. He sets the gun on his dresser, thinking about how cathartic it would be to just shoot off a  few rounds at the prick's face even if it wouldn't do anything but bounce right off. He crosses his arms, looking down at the supe trying so hard to portray himself as in control and not embarrassed. 

Kind of hard to take him seriously however when he was dressed in one of Butcher’s shirts and… is he seriously wearing his briefs as well? God damn there was something wrong with this man’s brain. Who steals their arch enemy’s dirty boxers? And to wear at that!

“So you thought, what? You could just pop in? Make a mess and steal my knickers?”

Homelander’s face grew red and he quickly tugged the front of the shirt down in an attempt to cover himself more. It wasn’t too difficult considering Butcher’s shirt nearly engulfed him like a dress. 

“You weren’t here to use them.” He argued, his usual arrogance making him feel like he somehow had the moral high ground here while the deeper part of him that he usually only sees in mirrors berated him with shame. 

“That’s the best excuse you’ve got?” Butcher could’ve laughed, this was the most pathetic he’d ever seen the bastard before yet he hadn’t even had to do anything but leave for a mission for a few days. “Well daddy’s home now so git.”

Homelander’s heart raced, he didn’t want to leave yet, it wasn’t fair. He had this all planned out. He specifically dropped hints about some low level supe’s drug ring a month ago knowing they would make it to Butcher’s silly team so he would leave for a few weeks. Weeks for him to have some time to himself in the one place he would get some privacy. Get some time to relax! He only ever got that at Butcher’s crummy apartment! Even.. when he was here… and they would spend the time vaguely threatening each other. It was a part of the game! And this was the middle ground!

Why did the Brit have to be so good at his job?? Couldn’t he suck a little more like everyone around Vought? Take his sweet time killing idiots for a few weeks instead of coming back so early??

“No!” He flinched slightly at his own shout, embarrassed he was begging but desperate to stay. He dropped his hold on the shirt instead leaning forward on his hands like he was moments from crawling over to the other’s feet. “Please. William.. I— Please don’t make me leave.”

Butcher raised an eyebrow at the scene before him, he wasn’t against hearing Homelander beg but it was certainly… unexpected. He wasn’t acting as tyrannical as usual. Perhaps it had to do with the children’s toys on the floor he had yet to address. 

Homelander could see the cogs turning in his mind as he stared down at him on the floor, his usual grumpy demeanor unchanging. He wasn’t even saying anything! It was driving him nuts!

“Please? Your apartment is the only place I can go without being watched or tracked.” With great hesitance he awkwardly crawls forward, looking up at him like he was putting his life on the line. “You’re like a ghost those idiot’s can’t track. I only know about your place because of how amazing I am.”

Butcher rolled his eyes, he couldn’t stop being cocky even when giving some backwards compliment while begging. “And how’s that’s my problem, sweetheart? Fer all I care they *should* be watchin yer ass all the time. Somethin to keep you accountable.”

Homelander grit his teeth at the comment, frustrated that he had no sympathy for him. Couldn’t he see he was being vulnerable?

“We have a bond, William. You can’t deny that.” Butcher scoffed which made Homelander glare up at him for a moment before forcing his expression to relax and look more inviting as he continued before the asshole could make some snarky comment. “This is our place. Only we know about it. We’re equals here.”

“Our place? I don’t think so.”

“It's common ground. No man’s land for everyone but us. We can walk freely here without being bothered.” Homelander reached out almost shaking hand–not shaking, he was stronger than steel he would never shake–his fingers brushing Butcher’s pant leg first but hesitating to actually touch his body. The brush of the cheap fabric against the pads of his fingers was enough to send electricity up his arm, he was concerned that touching him while on his knees would be truly crossing a line he wouldn't be able to come back from.

But he pushed past that shaming inside voice and ran his hand up over Butcher’s ridiculously meaty thigh then grasped his shirt, tugging on it at first like a needy toddler who hadn't given up trying for its mum’s poor tit then he reached up for one of his hands. 

He didn't react, didn't uncross his arms to make it easier for the pitiful little blond’s reach, he simply stared down at him while his mind started to race and panic with the way things were going. Why couldn't he give him this? He was on his knees for godsake! Doesn't he know that he could just use his powers and force Butcher to give him what he wants? But he isn't because he's following the rules of– it hit him. Madelyn had always asked him to follow the rules. Be a good boy for her and she’ll do things for him. Whatever he wanted as long as he followed the rules and was a good boy.

“I’ll be good.” he tries, grabbing Butcher’s forearm lightly since he couldn't grab his hand without forcing his stupid arms apart, “I’ll be such a good boy here. You can… can.. ah.. make rules? For here. And I'll follow them. If I can stay.”

Now that piqued Butcher’s interest. He didn't necessarily believe someone as self centered and hostile as Homelander could or would follow any rules set anywhere but it would certainly be interesting to test. And either way he would end up kicking the snivelling creep out. So what was the harm in having some fun whilst he was at it? A little bullying his worst enemy to relax after a tiring mission doesn't sound too bad to him.

“First off: y’ain’t gonna be snaggin my dirties anymore. Second,” Butcher grinned slightly seeing Homelander’s face turn from relief that he wasn't silently glaring down at him anymore to a mix of embarrassed discontentment learning he would actually have to follow rules. “You’ll call me Daddy from here out.”

There it is, Champ! There’s your lesson in how to royally fuck up and lose all your dignity in a few convoluted steps! Mirrorlander’s voice rang out in his mind as his hand dropped from Butcher–ahem.. Daddy’s arms. (Mirrorlander gags)

But he was also in too deep at this point. He couldn't simply let Butcher win with this. He would rise to his challenge as he did every single one the man brought him and take it head on.

Besides… ‘daddy’ wasn't too different from ‘mommy,’ right?

[eggmode]

my take on the bats in fnaf

(ik fnaf is in utah, but we're putting it in new jersey for our Purposes here.)

bruce: he would take the position of nightguard in under an alias in order to investigate the missing children cases. when the animatronics start moving in the night, he deduces how to survive, but ultimately his goal is to give the children the justice they deserve. he investigates during the night, evading attacks by the animatronics, and eventually discovers william afton is the murderer. but where is he...

dick: since bludhaven is gotham's sister city, lets say that freddy fazbear's has a sister location(!!!) in bludhaven. he's wary of circus baby, but ultimately plays along with her instructions, until she tries to direct him to the scooping room. u think he took this job without memorizing the layout of the place first? he ends up doing the extra night and seeing the fnaf 4 cam footage. hmm... also yeah dick would probably enjoy the the thrill of a def haunted facility, but i cant imagine he'd like how confined the space is, or that he'd prioritize the fun of a haunting over respecting the dead kids

babs: the job is easy for her. unlike bruce, though, she sees golden freddy and freaks tf out, tho she wont admit that

jason: one of the kids that went missing were from crime alley, so this case is within his jurisdiction. tbh he'd want to go after anyone who killed kids anyway. he would have an intense time. freaking out manifesting as "YOU GOT MURDERED AS A KID AND CAME BACK WRONG, I GET IT, BUT PLEASE DONT KILL ME OVER IT." he would not see the hypocrisy in that statement, but he would relate to the kids. when dick says he had to crawl through vents, jason was glad that he doesnt live in bludhaven

tim: he sees that the fnaf 3 location has an Authentic Animatronic and he wants to investigate. i think if it were any other game he'd manage fine, so thats exactly why im forcing him to have hallucinations. make things more difficult. he does determine that william is in the spring bonnie suit, tho! jason tries to burn the place down Immediately, but william ultimately escapes

cass, steph, and damian: after tim does fnaf 3, its pizzeria simulator time!! they decide to tagteam it. cass handles the scrap animatronics, steph decides what to buy, and damian handles lawsuits. they take turns with the end of night gameplay. when henry burns the place down, he did plan an escape route for them. the trio do try to save henry, but he insists on dying with his daughter.

by the end of it all, the bats all have solid evidence that it was william was the killer, and the full story of what happened to the kids to give to their families.

also they did in fact have a theory bulletin board put up in the batcave. it was a wreck by the end.

[pinkbewwy-milk]

based on starsandskies' prompt list.

Day 7: Risky Places ft. William Afton.

warnings: incest, dub-con, implied underage fantasies, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, hardcore ig, william afton. DEAD DOVE.

Every other Sunday, the Aftons and the Emilys had a family get-together. Evan and Elizabeth would play with Charlie, while Michael would pretend to be sick and lock himself in his room. Sometimes William would have him come down and hang out, just to annoy him, but more often he preferred not to have him there. He and Clara would spend the afternoon chatting and drinking with the other couple, making plans for the future, and other adult things. You, the Aftons' second daughter, were usually the one who kept the kids from getting hurt or breaking anything. You were old enough to take care of it, and you did it without any problems. After all, you were very shy, and even though you had known the Emilys for years, you were embarrassed to be around them.

That Sunday, however, you were sick. You had a cold, nothing too serious, but going down to hang out would be irresponsible because you could infect anyone. So instead you spent the whole day lying in bed, sometimes reading and sometimes sleeping. You listened to the laughter and fun everyone was having down there, almost feeling jealous. You tried not to get too bitter, since the flu had appeared suddenly and there was no time to move the meeting to the next weekend —Even so, you missed seeing Evan smile and seeing mum and dad happy and relaxed.

Around eleven at night, you slipped out of your room into the bathroom. You wanted to look a little presentable to at least say goodbye to Henry and his wife from the stairs. The children must have been asleep already, surely tired after such an intense day of games. By then the adults were already a little tipsy too, which meant that William wouldn't chase you to your room as soon as he saw you poke your nose out.

You just wanted to say goodbye.

In the bathroom, you opened the medicine cabinet to take out a brush and at least fix your hair a little. You also took the opportunity to search for some foundation or makeup that could hide your dark circles. You knew it wouldn't happen, but you were too embarrassed to think that one of the adults would make fun of your poor appearance.

When you closed the medicine cabinet, your reflection in the mirror was accompanied by another. You jumped and turned around, dropping both the brush and the makeup.

“Dad!”, you exclaimed, still frightened by William's sudden appearance. You hadn't heard the door open, or close, or the lock being put on. You raised both eyebrows, ready to beg him not to scold you, but the man didn't even give you time for that.

In the blink of an eye, without really knowing how it had happened, your father's lips captured yours. You opened your mouth in a gasp, surprised, and William was quick to stick his tongue inside. You tried to push your father away, but William was much stronger and taller than you. The man pushed you back, until your lower back hit the sink. You groaned, the contact causing a little pain. That made William leave your mouth alone. Instead, he put his hand over it, the other around your slender neck.

It wasn't the first time he'd done something like this. He'd kissed you before, just never with tongue, and never with such desperation.

You understood why he was like this. You weren't a child, and when William pushed his hips against you, you felt the source of his desperation perfectly. Something, you didn't know if it was horror or excitement, filled your belly. In any case, your body felt tense.

“I can't wait any longer, Prue”, William said, and it was clear from his breath that he'd had too much to drink. Your eyes widened, shaking your head, and you mumbled something from behind your father's palm. He took his hand away, but squeezed your neck: A reminder.

“Mum and the Emilys are downstairs…”, you whispered. You didn't know why you didn't scream; even if William did something to you, it's not like the other three adults (and Michael, who was upstairs with you) couldn't get him off of you. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that your father had never hurt you; perhaps it was the moisture that was beginning to build between your thighs the more William pushed against you.

“That’s why you have to be quiet”, he replied, his free hand moving down your body. He slid his hand under the pyjama pants, and shamelessly began to caress his own daughter’s pussy over your panties. You gasped, but no sound came out. William smiled. “That’s it. It’s not that hard, is it? I knew you’d be good to me… You always have been”.

You blushed, almost involuntarily spreading your legs a little. William pushed the panties aside, coming into contact with your intimacy. He growled at the speed with which you wet yourself already, his cock throbbing inside his pants. He caressed you a little more before letting you go. You almost begged him to continue, for the stimulation had already clouded your judgment and you knew that if you didn’t have him again you would run away. That was something you didn’t want to do, for you were tired of fighting your primitive instincts.

You hated them. You hated that you liked your own father so much, and you hated that he reciprocated your desires.

God, it would all be so easy if only he weren't as sick as you were.

William pulled your pants and panties down to your knees. You felt the cold air against your pussy, a shiver running through your body. It soon went away, as in a flash your father's cock was pressed between your thighs, almost maddeningly brushing against your clit. You had seen it before, even touched it, but you had never gone this far. You were excited but also terribly scared.

Without much further delay, your father pushed your legs open, and a second later he balls deep in you, hips pressed against your pelvis. He shoved his fingers into your mouth at the same time, thus preventing the scream that ultimately tried to escape your mouth. You felt a horrible burning inside you, like magma being poured from within you. You didn't know if it was your own juices, at best, or your own blood, at worst. It was your first time, after all, and William had definitely not been careful.

You tried to understand. You tried to think that he was just too eager for you, to have you. You couldn't blame him. That's how men were.

William didn't even stop to ask how you were, instead moving and imposing a steady, firm pace. You were very sensitive, feeling the way your father moved in and out of you, inch by inch. It was horrible, it was painful, and yet…

Perhaps it was your arousal, or perhaps it was an effort to help you get through the moment, but pleasure began to blossom within the pain. The way your body expanded and contracted around his cock was detestable, disgusting —Which was why you liked it so much. You felt a tickling sensation that was increasing more and more, the same one that made you start to moan. You still had William's fingers in your mouth, and perhaps in a primitive impulse, your tongue stretched out to lick and suck the digits.

In front of you, William moaned.

“Christ, if I had known you would like it so much”, a short pause, just enough to accommodate himself better, and setting a punishing rhythm against your cunt, “I would’ve done this to you years ago. You're soaked, darling —Fuck, you feel so good”.

You couldn't even answer. Of course you heard what the man said, and of course it was worrying; but you didn't care. Not when everything was so wonderful, when your body and mind could only ask for more and more, your mouth following the command. William laughed evilly, going even faster and louder. He couldn't take too long, because at any moment Clara would go look for him, or check on her daughter. He wanted to be with her as long as possible, obviously, but he would have other opportunities.

For now, he just wanted to finish. He was sick of the fucking hard-on he had all day. He was sick of having to hold back for so long.

His long fingers stretched out between you, ring and middle fingers pressing your clit and twisting with speed. The other hand, the one inside your mouth, went back around his daughter's neck and squeezed. Not enough to leave marks, but enough to cut off your breathing and all your noises. You rolled your eyes, legs around the man, hips moving rhythmically against him. William smiled.

“That's it, good girl”, he growled, mouth open, saliva leaking between his lips like he was an animal. Your pussy was tightening in the most delicious and pleasurable way. He could get used to this. He could do this for the rest of his days. “Like that, yeah, cum on your daddy’s cock”.

You had never had an orgasm, and the sensation scared you so much that you tried to resist. You couldn't even then, your father was too experienced to not make you cum. Your body tensed and clenched, the moan so loud that not even the man's hand could completely silence you. Everything stopped as that sensation filled you, along with something else that you were quick to identify as soon as you came down from your ecstasy.

William only waited to empty all his cum inside you to pull out and raise his pants back up. He smoothed his clothes and made sure he didn't have any stains or fluids on him, as well as pushing back his hair and wiping the sweat from his forehead. He watched his cream escape from your cunt, the sight so grotesque that it almost gave him an erection again.

There was a knock at the door. William tensed completely, but he was used to doing things he shouldn't, so his body reacted quickly.

“Wait a minute!”, he exclaimed. You were still in a daze, completely lost in your first orgasm, so it was up to him to clean you up a bit and pull up your clothes. Then he picked you up like a princess, as he always did. You leaned back against his chest, eyes half closed, tired. He smiled, a little less maliciously than before, and opened the door.

Outside was Clara. William explained that when he went up to check on you, you asked him for help to go to the bathroom, as you were too tired from the flu to get up on your own. And he had just gone in to get you back to bed. The woman smiled, extremely happy to have a man like him at her side. She kissed your forehead and wished you a good night, only to then caress her husband's face and go into the bathroom, exclaiming that the Emilys had already left.

William took you to your room, laying you down and tucking you in. He lay down on the sheets and held you, deciding to give you some affection. You snuggled up to him, a little more lucid now but also very exhausted, a smile on your face despite how fucked up you knew everything was.

In his room, Michael clenched his fists so hard that he was hurting himself. Every time he thought that maybe William wasn't as terrible as he seemed, he went and showed him that yes, he could be worse. Much worse.

But who would believe him, especially when you would never betray your manipulative father?