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n3onstarss · 1 year

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An Odd Predicament - Ch. 1, Lost

Montgomery Gator x Transmasc!reader

You get an unexpected roomie after the disastrous fire that took down the Mega Pizza Plex. How will a human and a gator survive this odd predicament?

this is literally just me projecting, so 'reader' also has autism and just anything else i have. this is self indulgent and I'm sorry if you came here looking for a random fic, whoopsies!

also, Chips is based of my sister's dog, Jack is based off of my dog and Sally is based off of my late cat

TWs for; talk of trauma, mentioned sh, mentioned anxiety, mention of death/decommission

if i miss anything please let me know so I can tag it!

A dark house sits on a empty back road in the middle of borderline nowhere. Neighbors are few and far between enough that everyone keeps to their own. The outskirts of the city are quiet and devoid of human life this early in the morning except the occasional car passing by on the way to work or rooster crowing. All is calm and the one-story mobile home is all too dark and still not dark enough. The moon, inky black and new, is setting slowly, partially covered by dark rain clouds. Inside this little house in the middle of borderline nowhere is two cats, one dog, and one person. The dog, Chips, is curled on the couch. The little Australian shepherd passed out completely. The black cat, Sally, is curled on top of the tall bookshelf by the TV and the ginger cat, Jack, is curled on top of Chip's hip.

And the human?

The human is fast asleep in their warm, cozy bed. That was, until a knock at the door jostled Chips awake and got her to barking. The barking itself wakes you suddenly, startling you out of that comfortable warmth and the lull of sleep. The scare, and the falling out of bed it caused, made your adrenaline and heart rate spike.

It took a minute of flailing to separate yourself from your now-tangled blankets and nab your phone off your bedside table.

"7 AM?!" a whisper yell, almost a hiss, escapes you. Who in their right fucking mind would knock on your door at 6 IN THE MORNING?!

You debate actually answering the door, or climbing back in your twin size bed and soaking up the left over warmth, if there was any by now, and letting Chips scare them away. But, alas, the knock came again, and Chips was persistent in her yapping.

Draping the comforter over your shoulders, clutching it closed and stalking through the cold, dark house was easy enough, but once you reached the main living area something felt.. wrong. No car lights or flashlights are outside, your porch light is off and you can't hear anything even when you press your ear to the front door. Chips wasn't even near the front door, where was she barking from?

Then, the knock sounded again. This time you could pinpoint from where, the back door.

Meandering your way through the living room and little arching doorway was fine, but panic reared its ugly head once you got to the kitchen. What would happen if you opened the door? Who the FUCK was outside?? Are you gonna end up on some shitty true crime podcast?

All was silent inside and out, if you didn't count Chips barking up a storm and the tippy-taps her nails made on the floors. You almost walk away, thinking maybe it was just some stupid racoons, but then a familiar voice spoke in a hushed tone.

"Hello? Cher, are you there? Cher please, open up darlin' I can't be seen outside. Please?"

The shock of hearing your coworkers voice outside, let alone begging you to open the door, was enough to break you from your stupor and you stepped closer to the door. You'd know that voice anywhere, being his official 'caretaker' at the pizzaplex.

"Monty? hello?" a hoarse whisper, but apparently heard and acknowledged. A heavy, relieved sigh escaped the now vaguely-visible silhouette outside, shadow showing through the frosted glass.

"Cher!"

Chips was still barking away, and you reached into her treat bowl and handed her a rawhide so she'd be busy and quiet. After Chips ran the corner and into the living room again you finally went to open the door. The wooden door, the one with the frosted glass, unlocked with a audible click and opened with a squealing creak. Now you could clearly see your coworker outside. And oooooh boy.

even in the dim moonlight and through the vinyl door's glass you could see ash and burns covering the, once green now grey, silicone. His glasses were broken and his claws dull. His paint was chipped, he was missing a tooth and one eye seemed to be drifting. He looked like he was about to be split right in half if he wasn't careful.

Red hot rage boiled in your veins. Someone, or something, had hurt your coworker, your friend, bad enough to make him have to trudge all the way to your house from the pizzaplex while damaged, dirty and, by the looks of it, low on power and spaced out.

he came from the pizzaplex. the pizzaplex that was well within city limits.

How has he even gotten here, anyways? and where was everyone else? All questions for another time, right now you had to get him fixed up and safe.

"Monty. what happened?" you spoke, trying to keep your voice soft to not alarm him anymore then he already was.scooted out of the way and leaned to prop open the vinyl door and invite him inside.

He took his sweet time standing outside all spaced out and staring blankly at you as if questioning why. And in that time Jack, that ginger bitch, came around the corner and gunned it straight for the open door. Luckily you'd gotten him that little bell collar, even though it was annoying as all hell, cause you were able to scoop him as he tried to dart past. He wasn't even phased by the gator animatronic outside, the fearless bastard. Now you had a door propped and a cat under your arm, and Monty looked more bewildered then ever.

"Well, are you coming in?" Your tone was teasing and playful as you try to keep panic from seeping through. and apparently you succeeded.

"Yeah, yeah sorry.." And with that you finally had the gator indoors, and not a second too soon.

A car drove past slowly, you could see it from your back door as it came crawling up the road. As if searching for something.

As if searching for Monty.

That stupid gator and you had been planning to try and get him outta there for months, especially recently with threats to decommission the glamrock over every little thing. But now here he was, safe and sound, and you were not going to send him back to that stupid fucking hellhole.

You didn't even spare the car a wave as you step back indoors and locked up again. Jack wriggled his way out of your arms, onto the floor and back up to the counter. The cold door against your forehead works wonders to calm you and counting to 10 definitely helps. You're only standing for a few seconds when you turn to check in Monty.

Somehow the massive gator looks so.. small. He's holding the tip of his tail in both hands and looking around your kitchen. anywhere but at you, you note. He looks like he's about to cry, if animatronics could, and he's swaying a little. His hands are insanely jittery.

"Monts, you good?" what a stupid stupid question. of fucking course he's not, you idiot! He's hurt, tired and shaking like a damn leaf.

His head snaps to look at you, eyes blown wide, before they return to normal and he calms down in the span of seconds.

"Huh? oh, yeah, I'm good.." by now he's dropped his tail and is holding one of your chairs to keep himself upright.

"yeaaah, no. you're definitely not lookin' so hot bud. stay right here, I'll be back."

Thank God for you being semi-prepared. that oil wouldn't come out of the floor for a while if it got in it and you had a oil towel somewhere. Speed-walking feels all too slow and your blanket was getting tangled, so you drop it and keep moving, jogging now through your small house You have to go through the arch, to the little hallway and then down the small hallway to the bathroom. Snagging the oil towel is easy, now to find a damn charging cable strong enough to charge Monty. And luckily, you had just the thing.

A jog past the guestroom to the end of the hall put you in your room. Sitting right on your dresser was a faz-co official portable charger. Stolen months ago by accident after you'd out in in your bag absentmindedly and never returned for fear of getting fired.

You jogged back to the kitchen, towel and charger in hand and almost fell tripping on Chips, who had taken over your comforter and was getting rawhide all over it. Oh well, there are more important issues right now.

The kitchen is surprisingly empty when you arrive, and panic floods you before a noise grabs your attention. Heavy footfalls echo through the house, and the source is definitely in the living room now.

please don't let there be oil on anything, please, your thoughts are panicked, but the worry about oil distracts from the fear of your friend essentially dying in your house, even if only for a second.

Monty is lumbering sluggishly around the living room, standing in the middle with his tail held close so as not to break anything. strange, the 'most aggressive' animatronic is being careful as he moves about your house. Sally is awake now, and gearing to jump down and say hello.

There is indeed oil in the carpet, but that's fine.

"Monty, c'mere please." You don't have the heart to be mad at him right now.

Monty drops his tail in surprise, and it hits the chewed up remote, courtesy of Chips. The TV comes to life and a news station quietly plays a devastating scene.

"Tonight, a tragic story and the potential end of a legacy. Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex has been burned down in a series of unfortunate events this evening. The fire is rumored to have started in the basement and the authorities are investigating as we speak. The fire was reported to have started at about 5 in the morning. The cause is thought to be arson or electrical errors, but it in unconfirmed," As the man speaks images of the Plex are in screen. One, whole and clean, shoes the Plex as you'd seen it just last Friday, only two days ago, and the other shows a pile of burnt timber and metal.

Monty now seems visibly distressed as you're both transfixed with the screen, a low whine escaping his voice box. After they cut to an ad break you lean down and grab the remote, shutting the TV off. In this time you hadn't realized Sally looping between Monty and your legs and bunting her head against both of your calves.

It must've made an interesting sight to a witness if there was any; A gator looking sheepish, a human in shock and a cat unaware of the situation. Both the robot and human staring slack-jawed at the news showing their home and workplace destroyed. Huh, it would've been funny if it weren't for you losing a job and Monty being half-dead and traumatized.

You slowly collect your nerves, hoping you can do this without making anything worse. ignore.. that. for now and work on patching up Monty.

"... Okay Monts, take a seat on the floor please? by an outlet?"

Monty is now dragged out of his stupor too.

"Huh? oh, yeah, okay. okay, I can do that." Monty meanders over to the far wall and sits directly under the window, not a full foot from the recliner. You walk over and crouch down next to him, plugging in the cord to the outlet and then maneuvering around to sit infront of him.

"Can you open your stomach hatch please?"

a quiet hiss fills the air as his stomach hatch swings open like double doors, revealing his charging port.

"Thank you." How Monty isn't freaking out right now you don't know, but you're lucky he's being compliant right now. A quick click and he's all plugged in, charging up. Next matter, now that his battery won't die while you work, checking for injuries. Sure animatronics don't have blood, but they were still programmed to feel, and that includes pain. Extra lucky you, the animatronics have stomach-like tanks that allow them to ingest certain items, and holy fuck do you hope that list includes acetaminophen.

"Stay right here, I'll be back in a few seconds, I'm going to get you a painkiller before i start cleaning you up, mkay?" You stand up and back away, holding your palms towards him like someone convincing a dog or toddler to stay in one place. Except, y'know, it's the plex's most violent animatronic who you are lucky enough to be close friends with.

Monty blinks up at you and nods, and with that confirmation you take off sprinting. First the acetaminophen, which is in your bedside table. You dart down the hall, make an excessive and exaggerated jump over Chips, and grab the door frame to help you turn. You almost throw the bottle with how fast you snag it, before turning and running back. And now a drink to wash it down. The kitchen is filled with the sound of pouring rain, looks like that storm you'd been hoping for finally came, but this wasn't the time.

Holy fuck you hope he can drink water or Dr.Pepper, cause that's all you got right now. Grabbing a plastic cup and waiting for it to fill with the fridges filtered water takes longer then you want, but snagging a can of Dr. Pepper out of the cardboard box on the counter is quick enough.

However, now you're hindered in your running. Running will spill the water and shake the can, both are bad. You kinda forget his short the walk is to where Monty is parked.

Setting everything down, you finally get to work. Struggling with the child lock in your frenzy, Monty watches with quiet amusement at your panic. The bottle comes open and two tablets spill into your palm. Or, it was supposed to be two, you now have a handful of the red and blue capsules. pinching two you dump the rest back in and hand the two to Monty.

"Water or Dr. Pepper?" the question is fast and catches Monty off guard. no matter how long he's worked with you, it still surprises him you're the only person actually interesting in giving him a say.

"Uhhh.. water?" He's not sure how to respond, and you can hear that. You finish screwing the cap back into the acetaminophen and place it on the windowsill, which means leaning over Monty.

Monty has had a bit of a.. admiration?, almost, for a while now. The close proximity makes him freeze as you reach over him. And now you're back where you were, criss cross applesauce on the floor and holding a glass of water out to him. He registers the pills in his right hand now and realizes what he's being expected to do. Normally, he would resist if told what to do, but he was tired and sick and in pain, plus it was you, he trusted you with anything.

He took the water into his left hand, popped the pills and downed the glass all rather quickly. The glass was set on the windowsill right next to the acetaminophen bottle.

"good job, Monts. next matter of business," you said, trying to keep your voice light and teasing, but panic still laced the edges, "you're obviously hurt and leaking everywhere, may i clean you up?"

another polite question, another surprise. You could be so mean when you wanted to, but never with Monty. Monty, who trusted you. Monty who you had fallen head over heels only three weeks into your new job. Monty, who you had been working with for almost 6 months now. Monty. Your friend.

A nod and a low hum, a purr almost. Confirmation.

"thank you, M. will you please scoot from the walk just a bit so i can clear your spinal strut first? I'll be quick so you can lean again, i just wanna make sure your spine isn't damaged."

"sure thing, cher."

the sound of metal on carpet was quiet, but all the commotion and then silence drew Jack to the area like mice to cheese. Ironic, considering his full name was Montgomery Jack, after the cheese. You hadn't been working at the Plex when you got Jack, and once you did you teased Monty about sharing a name with your cat.

Saddled in behind Monty, you began feeling down his spine from the base of his neck down. and, technically, since his tailbone was connected to the spine you had to check his tail. Sure he didn't have bones like humans, being a robot and all, but it was reassuring to check. Jack pranced his way into Monty's lap and plopped down, content to rest on the dirty gator.

"all clear, no fractures or breaks that i can feel.. are you okay enough to run a diagnostic?" as if on cue the gator freezes up and his eyes close, semi-obvious signs of a diagnostic.

"All done. Just some dull claws, some cracked abdominal plating and a broken teeth, nothing too ba-" "and burns, and you're definitely not okay and in a ton of pain." you didn't give the poor gator a chance to finish his sentence of self-proclaimed okay-ness.

"What hurts the most? well work our way down the pain scale so you don't sit here in pain while I work.. if that's okay of course?" Monty chuckled a little at that, you were almost as much of a papa bear as Freddy was, if not more. nagging on everyone for their needs but neglecting your own. Like that time you told Monty to go take a breather but wore your binder for almost 2 days straight like an idiot.

".. the burns hurt the worst, then the plating.." he loathed to admit that he was hurt, he hated being taken care of unless it was you, but he wouldn't say that out loud. you knew this but refused to let him wiggle out of this. you were going to help of it's the lest thing you do.

"Okay, good start. I think I have some burn cream in my garage," you started to say as you 'stood' on your knees and hobbled around him. Seeing him gently stroking Jack made your heart swell with pride and something you didn't dare admit. "I can run and grab it if you and Jack wait here. I know it won't help much, being a robot and all, but the cooling sensation should get through your sensors and take the edge off the pain. Or an ice pack if you don't think the cream'll work."

"Icepack's fine." Monty didn't stop petting Jack for a second while the little ginger rolled around and chirped at him. As you stood up to leave you could hear a quiet "..thank you."

Your ventures through the house are much calmer now, knowing the extent of Monty's injuries are not the worst and can be dealt with with time and patience.

You pull open one of the dark green drawers and snag some Ziploc bags, you'd noticed quite a few bad burns and wanted to have enough ice for at least the major ones.

At first you try to get the ice directly in the bag by holding it open with both hands and pressing down on the paddle thing with your pinkies, but that just gets ice everywhere. You cringe at the noise of ice hitting the floor, but Jack and Chips come sprinting and Sally trots in after them. It's not long before Monty is also on the doorway, watching you frozen with a look of mixed astonishment and disappointment at the three animals gathered around the melting ice on the floor.

You know he's there, hard not to when his hulking frame makes so much noise traversing your old mobile home. You look up at him bewildered and throw both arms down to gesture at the animals before you..

and Monty chuckles.

That's.. a sound you haven't heard in a while. He's been so serous lately, worried about decommission, but here he is, safe in your home and laughing at your pets' antics. Eventually he looks from you to a chair and back, as if silently asking to sit down. The moment you nod, he's gingerly pulling out a old chair and settling into it.

You smile and how oddly polite he looks while sitting at your little table. It's old and wooden, all the chairs creak and the table is one of those circular ones with the leg in the middle. the leg of the table and the headrest things on the chair are all delicately carves into swirls and grapes and the table leg has lions faces on all four sides. it was a gift from your grandma, and Monty looks so out of place next to it. Maybe it's the sight of new tech with old furniture, but it makes you stifle a giggle.

Finally back on task, you walk back across the room and open one of the top cupboards, snagging some stupid plastic Halloween cup you're half sure you've had since childhood. As you walk back to the fridge and begin the task of getting ice into the cup and then into the bag you realize Monty observing you. By now the little beasts have lapped up the ice and disappeared, all except Sally, who was weaving between and bunting Monty's legs again.

Eventually the bags are full, and by that time it's only 7:47 am. You begin to prepare the bandages and tape to attach the bags when you realized it had only been 47 minutes since your friend, and coworker, showed up to your house in the middle of nowhere. How did he even get here?

"Hey Monty.. How did you get here?"

the question catches the gator off guard, making him freeze. He slowly sits back in the chair from where he had been leaned over to pet Sally, eyes blank and blown wide.

"you don't have to answer-" you start, realizing you overstepped, before he cut you off. "Walked."

"I'm sorry if I overstepped, i didn't know and I wanted to make sure you were okay and-" "Cher. I'm fine, you're fine, we are fine."

You suck in a breath through clenched teeth teeth and close your eyes. Monty guides you through a old, simple exercise you both used. "in..." a deep inhale, "and out..." a equally deep exhale. You rinse and repeat a few times, willing your heart rate to slow. The memories that come with the instructions are soothing.

You're the one who started it, using the trick to will yourself down from panic and anxiety setting in and keeping you from scratching at your hands. Eventually Monty picked it up and would say the words for you and you for him when his anger nearly boiled over. Now it had been as easy as breathing to say in and out for the other when they needed it.

And boy did it do wonders.

"okay, okay.. I'm good. Now, let's get you patched up!" Monty was always astonished at how fast you could bounce back. It always felt like there were two Suns instead of one, just one was a bit more angry and prone to mood swings. Before he even said a word he'd already had icepack's slapped, figuratively not literally, over his burns and secured with bandages.

As Monty watches you do the last wrap he notes the scabs across the back of your hand. When you finish tying the double knot and go to leave he gently snatches your wrist and drags you closer to him.

"You been scratchin' again?"

Ohhhh no. you were in for it now.. "Uhhh.. no? Jack's been getting real handsy about wanting to play, bit and scratched me a few times, but I'm all good!" You faltered and stumbled through your confession, unsure about your lie. You didn't wanna blame your cat, but you didn't want to admit it had been getting bad again either. winter was fast approaching, and that meant seasonal depression.

"You don't sound too sure, cher. is that what happened? truly?" He didn't wanna push too far and scare ya away, but he needed to know so he could help.

crickets. no response. the house was so quiet you could hear the whirrs and clicks coming from Monty's body as it preformed it's functions.

"it's not a big deal! its nothin' i can't deal with Monts. But look at you! you're covered in burns and basically bleeding out! We need to worry about you right now, I'm fine."

"So we're both not fine. Noted."

You can't argue with that, you guess. Just in the nick of time Chips starts barking at Jack and they begin to play. It's like.. 8? in the morning now. you're out of a job too, so you get a day at home. A yawn escapes you, you hadn't slept much and when you did it wasn't good.

"So... is the oil a leak or..?"

"Nah, just leftovers from earlier. should be dried now. wouldn't mind a little wipe down if you're up to it, but i can do it if you don' wanna."

"nah, i got it. glad you're not leaking though."

A warm towel is pressed to dirty silicone as you try your best to scrub off the oil without hurting him worse. He's stiff as a rock the whole time, relaxing slowly as the towel makes him feel cleaner again. Once the oil was all gone you made for your room.

"I'm going back to bed, I'm not usually up this early on a Sunday. You're welcome to sleep anywhere you want if you want. everything in the house is fair game, the blankets are in the hall closet. The porch is always open, but i don't recommend going outside just yet. G'night Mont!"

Monty looked after you bewildered. You trusted him to just.. show up at your house and not do anything while you sleep?!

It takes a few minutes, but Monty decides to follow you into your room. He raps his knuckle lightly on the door before entering to find you looking passed out.

well.. you had said everything in the house was fair game so...

Monty walks back into the hall and grabs the comforter off the floor, as well as a couple throws off the couch and some pillows, and meanders back into the dimly lit room. He starts up a nest of sorts right by your bed, not wanting to be far from you.

you were safe, he knew you and knew you would protect him. the same couldn't be said for many others.

Apparently you weren't yet asleep because while Monty was rearranging the blankets you spoke up.

"Monts..?"

that startled him. a little too much. He stared at you, frozen mid work.

"Monty you big idiot don't sleep on the floor.. come on.." you sleepily scooted back, patting the spot next to you. It was such a small bed, but Monty couldn't say no to you. He lifted himself off the floor and quietly crawled into your bed. it took a lot of wiggling and rearranging but eventually you were both settled, him on his back and you on his chest.

"you plugged in..?" you mumble against the muffling silicone. Monty shifts a little and nabs a charger off the floor while you sit up enough for him to plug in. once he was secure you instantly flopped down and drifted off.

Your shallow breathing was soothing to Monty, and a strange feeling bloomed in his chest. something like pride, but so much more. He nabbed some extra blankets off the floor and made sure you were cozy before relaxing, the feeling only getting stronger.

Monty was soon lulled to sleep by the adrenaline crash, the pouring rain, the acetaminophen coursing through him soothing his aches, and the warm, comforting weight on his chest.

Oh yeah, he could get used to this.

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theodorevg923 · 2 years

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Can I request a Montgomery Gator X Fem!Reader who is sleep-deprived and refuses to sleep due to nightmares?

My first Monty! Let's go!

Monty Gator x Fem Reader with Night Terrors

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No warnings, just fluff!

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Monty Gator

Monty won't notice exactly what's wrong at first, but he'll still pick up on it, especially when he notices the dark circles, frustration, and constant exhaustion.

Monty won't approach you at first, just figure you're having a bad day and leave you alone, as he doesn't want to make things worse by his anger.

Once you start injuring yourself on accident, bumping into walls, dropping tools and equipment, or get feisty with guests, then Monty will approach. But be patient with him, his worry tends to show as anger so if he's gruff, try to stay calm.

Monty is a rough alligator, but deep down he cares for all his hatchlings. He's worries you'll hurt yourself on the various dangers throughout his attraction and it ends up showing aggressively.

If you're near Gator Golf, Monty will drag you deep into an unused area, or his green room if not, to try his best to talk to you to figure out what's wrong.

Once you explain what's going on, and if it's ready been going on for a few days or long, Monty will be irritated. But not at you, with himself for not catching it sooner.

If you work in Gator Golf, Monty will either put you on light duty or make you take frequent breaks. But when he's not at a concert or stuck in his green room, he'll be at your side in an attempt to let you rest knowing he's there to protect you from your nightmares.

If you happen to work nights, things will go about the same, except Monty will be at your side every minute. If his couch is in standing order, something he'll attempt to keep himself from destroying, he'll snatch you away to nap in his green room.

Monty isn't the best singer, but he'll play his bass as you nap, if you can, to assure you that he's still there, watching over his hatchling.

If you can't sleep, Monty won't force you to but he would prefer you to at least rest and relax.

Anytime you start to stir in your sleep from yet another nightmare, or any signs at all, Monty will pick up his bass and play for you, or rest a comforting hand on you.

After Monty gets the hang of your side effects of sleep deprivation, especially if it includes anger and frustration, he'll do his best to control his around you. He knows it's not your fault in your losing fight with nightmares.

Anytime you need Monty, when he's not a busy alligator as he is a rockstar, he'll be there at you're side to help you through it.

Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Posted Jun 19 '22

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royalrose2011 · 2 years

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angst, depression, self harm, rape, fetishes, and child x adult.

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Pregnant reader, mild smut, dead reader, reader that's from a different Fandom for exp rumplestiltskin x hogwarts professor reader, reader that has ____ (Some sort of condition, and I will do my best to portray the character well), LGBTQ reader (like coming out headcannons, etc, etc), headcannons, implying revealing clothes, suggestive things, suggesting the deed but not heavy NSFWimplyment, and reader that's a child of a different character or ship like reader who is rumplestiltskins daughter x meridas child.

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⚡Harry Potter(Harry Pottah)/Hp⚡

Voldemort (platonic only Idk why tf someone would love him)

Tom riddle (platonic only. Because he's the past self of the person above 💀)

Harry (no smut bcz he's a minor, but will write romance)

Harry baking with a clumsy reader

Dumbledore (platonic only sorry)

Snape (platonic only sorry)

Sirius (platonic only sorry)

Hermione (platonic only sorry, she's a minor)

Ron (platonic only, he's a minor)

Draco (platonic only, he's a minor)

Hagrid (platonic only sorry)

Neville (platonic only, he's a minor)

Dobby (platonic only sorry)

Moody (platonic only sorry)

Lupin (no smut, but will write romance. Also, Worldstar is my favorite, so I will write Wolfstar if given a good prompt...)

McGonagall (platonic only sorry)

Security breach (INCLUDING RUIN)

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Gregory (platonic only, he's a minor.)

Vanessa (platonic only sorry.)

Cassie (platonic only, she's a minor.

Animatronics: (!NO SMUT FOR THE ANIMATRONICS, SORRY!)

Glamrock Freddy (platonic only sorry)

Glamrock Chica (platonic only sorry)

Montgomery Gator (platonic only sorry)

Roxanne Wolf (platonic only sorry)

Sun (platonic only sorry)

Sun baking sugar cookies headcannons

Moon (platonic only sorry)

DJ Music man (platonic only sorry)

Eclipse (Platonic only sorry)

Obey me! (One master to rule them all)

The brothers:

Mammon (I will do anything for this greedy golddigger)

Lucifer (I will do anything for this specimen)

Levi (I will do anything for this nerd)

Satan (I will do anything for this bookworm of a man (anger issues pog!? /Jk))

Asmodeus (I will do anything for this drag queen of a man)

Belphegor (Nope. I'm still salty about lesson 16.)

Beelzebub (I will do anything for this glutenous man)

Dateables:

Diavolo (I will do anything for this heir to the throne of the devildom)

Barbatos (I will do anything for this servant)

Solomon (I will do anything for this sorcerer)

Simeon (I will do anything for this angel)

!I WILL WRITE FOR LUKE BUT IT HAS TO BE PLATONIC!

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andimpink-on-ao3 · 2 years

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Chapter 26 of Not A Malfunction is up!

Chapter 26: Dangerous Territory?

Summary: Reader finally asks for help from her sister and Monty ventures into Club Velour.

Enjoy dear readers!

#not a malfunction #new chapter of not a malfunction is up babes #montgomery x reader #montgomery gator x y/n #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fanfiction #ao3fic #original characters

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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come rest your bones next to me ; satoru gojo, suguru geto

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most.

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes.

your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.

(snowing.)

with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed. ”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks.

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth.

it’s beautiful.

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded.

all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere.

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again.

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling.

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.”

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face.

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. they’re not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.

you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips.

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs.

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!”

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there.

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes — a meaningful look.

suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot.

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.”

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s spine. so he only inches closer, without a word.

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology.

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown.

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again.

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it.

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.”

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?”

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.”

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.”

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow.

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice.

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter.

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself.

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest.

he hopes it never goes away.

#genuinely fucked up that suguru geto isnt in my kitchen rn </3 #i just think sugu is such a caretaker. makes u breakfast and peels ur satsumas w/o u even asking. bc it makes him happy :’3 hes so Mother #i think he lowkey gets just a little bit uncomfortable when u or gojo try to do the same for him… he likes doting on u #but obv he deserves to be pampered too!! just gotta ease him into it #and i think gojo has a hole in his heart where love should be. bc he wasnt given enough as a child #im not sure what to think when it comes to his parents (since we know literally nothing abt them) but...#the idea of him finding some comfort in the memory of his mom…. maybe not realizing that he misses her…..… i think its very sad. and good.#listened to ricky montgomery while writing this i think it mightve healed me #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo fluff #geto fluff #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #satosugu x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #……… thats… a lot of tags.

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imagine-darksiders · 10 months

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When his jokes are so dad, but he still makes your crush laugh just a lil too hard.

#fnaf #on the ropes #montgomery gator #monty x reader #glamrock freddy #security breach #fnafsb #freddy fazbear #my art #myart #sketch #doodles

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FNAF SECURITY BREACH NSFW HEADCANONS

MAIN 4

MINORS DNI

getting back to my ROOTS with this one!! hope my community is still out there- the dlc has brought back my love for the game :) i haven’t posted SB content in a LONG time so a reminder- I ONLY WRITE FOR CHARACTERS WHO PASS THE JACK HARKNESS TEST. They are OF AGE OR ABOVE, have HUMAN OR ABOVE INTELLIGENCE, and can VERBALLY GIVE INFORMED CONSENT. The SB animatronics are canonically sentient. None of the past ones are. okay- back to the content :D

CW: ONE PREGNANCY MENTION, KINK RELATED T0YS, SEMI-PUBLIC MENTIONS, DACRIPHILIA

GLAMROCK FREDDY

lord have mercy…

he’s the most virgin coded out of all of them. i’m sorry.

but do I think he’s a TOTAL virgin? no.

there are FREAKS out there (me writing this and y’all reading this-) who would 1000% show up to the pizzaplex just tryna get a piece of the fazballs

SORRY

he’s the type to silently get off in his dressing room and then get all embarrassed about it like there’s someone there to judge him

he’s an actual sweetheart in the sheets. he’s so so nice about everything. as we go down the list this DECREASES.

don’t push him too fucking hard tho. if you’re one of the ones who read my old fic Competition, you remember.

his fingers vibrate.

and so does that dick.

he’d turn it on inside of you and listen to you gasp before putting a hand gently over your mouth and hushing you.

he seems a lot like a gasper. maybe the occasional curse word coming out, but mostly praises of how good it feels.

i know he is a messy cummer. i’m right and that’s final.

he’d be absolutely humiliated after the fact and go get a wet washcloth asap, but it’s a very shocking amount anyway.

pregnancy isn’t a concern, but he’s still wary about cumming inside for some reason. he’s the type to make sure it’s okay like 3 times before he does it.

okay i lowkey think he’d be into getting handcuffed. i don’t know what handcuffs could genuinely hold him, but if you brought them out he’d be (figuratively) SWEATING

i think his eyes roll back when he cums. and i’m correct. eat me.

he’s the lead member but he’s humble about it… except a few times in bed. then he lets it go to his head(s). just a bit. ;)

if he was in a relationship he’d have a thing about his partner dressed in his merch

switch! but the most vanilla out of everyone- but remember, not completely.

…he’d eat his cum out of you.

no he is NOT gonna call you superstar during sex leave me ALONEEE

GLAMROCK CHICA

my biggest hc for her will and will always be that she has a MASSIVE toy collection. she is a toy girl. do i know how she gets them? not exactly.

but I DO know that they’re all pink and white and sparkly!

that doesn’t mean it’s all vanilla toys though (respect to the vanilla community but it is not me :) )

she does own a hot pink flogger and she WILL happily use it on a groupie or her partner.

she’s such a tease. she’s such a fucking tease jsghskbnsjh

doesn’t matter if she’s domming or subbing (60/40 ratio)

she’s a TEASE

and she giggles during sex

her whole bubbly pink happy girl thing doesn’t stop

she’ll put you in a bubblegum pink sex swing and use a big ass vibrator on you while giggling and telling you how cute you look

i know she likes pulling on nipples I KNOW SHE DOES

for those who used to ask- no, she can’t give head with her beak. and she’s not taking it off. sun/moon can’t give sloppy either BUT THEY MAKE IT WORK!

AND SHE DOES TOO!

she can fuck up the guitar with her fingers, what else do you think they can do?

she’s the type to pull you into a side room, hush you, finger fuck you, then send you on your way with a hug

i know for a FACT SHE WEARS A STRAP!

yes it IS glitter. it is also 9 inches.

and if you want more, she has more ways to give you that.

she’s also the type to get you front row tickets and put a remote control vibe in you so she can watch you squirm right in front of her.

she’s also a praiser, but there’s a lot of false sympathy in there too.

food aftercare. she wants to eat 3 pizzas with you. food is her love language

ROXANNE WOLF

YOU BETTER BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT!

she’s a dom. she just is.

god I miss that fic I wrote.

she’s so fucking cocky in bed. it’d be insufferable if she wasn’t so hot and so good at sex.

if who she’s fucking is AFAB she’s EATING IT!!!! YOU CAN BET ON IT THAT SHE DOES MUNCH!

if they’re AMAB then you can expect her to lean them back on her chest and give them the most intense handjob of their life.

in general, the animatronics are stronger than people, so when they’re rough they’re still not going at their hardest. that would actually just kill you.

she’s a show-off. she’ll leave marks in very noticeable places on purpose so that everyone knows that you’re getting fucked by THE Roxanne Wolf

she’s a hair puller. I just know she likes to wrap her claws up in it and pull.

don’t fucking pull hers though, she doesn’t like that shit.

yeah her tail wags when you eat her out, what about it? don’t point that shit out, it’s embarrassing to her.

she curses so much during sex.

the strap is purple and THICK. if you want more then she’ll just hit up Chica for a new one. Chica is more than happy to help. and more than happy to watch.

she’s only the jealous type if its some rando loser. THEN she’ll fuck the living shit out of you while telling you how she’s the best and making you repeat it back to her.

if it’s Monty or Chica? If you’d be into it too, then yeah, she’ll share.

…Freddy is more of a hard sell, but it’s not a hard no.

it’s more of a “Yeah yeah yeah but why do you wanna fuck the dumbass bear? Why him? Monty’s got a bigger one, I’ll tell you that.”

yeah but roxy baby his doesn’t vibrate

she comes off a winning high after a particularly close race, she’s going to go feral on you

with those eyes of hers, she can find you wherever you go. so if she’s randomly in the mood and her partner is there, even halfway across the pizzaplex, she’s on her way to pull you into her room and take some “private time.”

MONTGOMERY GATOR

hhhhhhooOOOHHH BOY

y’all remember the start of SB where he’s fucking up his room?

prepare to be destroyed HSGDHJSGBDNH

degrades. degrades the fuck out of you. it’s a toss up between Roxy and Monty who’s the more cocky, but he’s certainly meaner.

LONG ASS DICK. IT’S HUGE WITH ALL SORTS OF BUMPS AND RIDGES AND SHIT.

head pusher IF you’re okay with it. consent is mandatory.

he’d grab all his partner’s hair if they had any to grab, even just an INCH and go ham.

his long ass dick matches his long fucking tongue.

loves giving lethal backshots LOOOOOOOORD HAAAAAAAAVVVEEEE MEEERCYYYYYY

he’s not only breaking the bed, it’s straight up sawdust. idk how his partners live but they certainly live happily after.

as cocky as he is, he’s not exactly a selfish lover by any means. yeah, he’ll edge you, but he also likes to get his partner real sloppy if you catch my drift.

he aims to make you cry from pleasure. it’s straight up his goal.

i just know he knows EXACTLY where all the right spots are. you don’t even gotta tell him, inside or outside, no matter personal preference, he can always pinpoint his partner’s sweet spots

and then he proceeds to abuse the fuck out of that knowledge

he gets so jealous over Freddy, it’s insane

he sees his partner in his merch, he’s ripping it to shreds.

Roxy is less of a threat. That can be more of a collaborative effort.

he honestly doesn’t know how much of a freak in the sheets Chica is. If he had a threesome with her and she whipped out her chest of fun he’d be like “DAMN BITCH WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THOSE” and she’d be like “^-^ wanna see my buttplug collection? :>” LMFAOOO

GROANER. he GROANS LIKE CRAZY

also a bit of a growl but NOT in the cringe tiktok way don’t worry

HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!! I really hope I can start to find my old community with this :)

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