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You Catch Them Masturbating

includes: William Afton, Henry Emily, Phone Guy, Michael Afton, and Vanny/Vanessa

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader (unspecified private parts), oral (male and female receiving), voyeurism (I think?)

William Afton:

• It was impossible to not be intimidated by him, especially when he was so attractive. So having him as a boss was more than enough to make you a flustered mess.

• You did your best to be respectful, always calling him “sir” and giving a smile before you had to look away from nerves, he seemed to appreciate all your work and obedience, and you never bothered him, until today.

•You just wanted to tell him that everyone left and you were about to go home too, but you got something more when you knocked on the door, a muffled groan sounding from the office before he answered you.

• “Come in~” he had practically purred as you opened the door, your jaw falling open at the sight before you. He was lounging on his couch, his cock out of his slacks as he looked at you with glazed eyes. “You look so surprised, well I’m happy to show you how much you excite me, bunny~”

• He shameless fisted his cock, keeping firm eye contact with every stroke as he licked his lips. “Of course you may leave if you wish, but that’s not what you want, is it, love? You want to ngh help don’t you?”

• “Yes sir.” You nearly whispered, closing the door behind you as he let out a growl at your words. “There you go- fuck again. Come here, show me how good you can be~”

Henry Emily:

• You didn’t see Henry as much as William, despite them being co-owners of the restaurant, but you still developed a bond with him. You took your niece and nephew by often, and one day you spotted Henry at a corner table looking absolutely miserable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking on him.

• Being a grieving and single father was tough on him, but the way you would bring him coffee and listen to him whenever you came by made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. Of course he wouldn’t say anything though, but he couldn’t deny his feelings.

• Perhaps William was being his wingman when he told you that Henry wandered off during the big convention at the hotel, which eventually led you to the back meeting room, where Henry stood leaning against the table, pants and underwear around his knees as he stroked his cock, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

• When he noticed you he sounded so ashamed and defeated as he closed his eyes, saying he was sorry he ruined the friendship you gave him. “You deserve so much better, you should go. I’m sorry.”

• When you didn’t leave, he looked at you with dark eyes, an intense and wanting look on his face as you stepped closer. “I want to help.” You said, making him throb as he groaned.

• “Let me take care of you after this,” he rasped as he watched intently as you got to your knees. “Shit you’re so good…I need you.”

Phone Guy:

• Somehow you survived your job as a night guard, and ended up thanking Phone Guy every morning after for his help. You were so grateful, it made him feel appreciated, so he asked to keep in touch.

• You would visit him at lunch some days, sharing greasy pizza and telling him about your new job whenever he wasn’t rambling about the pizzeria. Sadly you didn’t see him as often when he had to re-record instructions for the new guard.

• One day you decided to surprise him with some lunch, but once you saw his office was empty you felt the urge to snoop. You quickly spotted the phone he recorded all his messages on, and pressed the button, hoping to hear him being goofy again.

• Instead you heard an obscenely loud moan of your name. “Fuuuck fuck right there, o-oh you’re so good I can’t I- please do that again, (y/n) please-” You froze as the recording played on, his babbling and moans making your face hot.

• “H-Hello?” Of course he came back right then, looking just as flustered as he started sputtering out apologies. “That was an accident I didn’t know it was recording I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

• “Would you like some help..?” as soon as you said that, he relaxed, a brief while leaving his mouth. “Please…”

Michael Afton:

• Ever since Michael started his new job, he was on edge a lot more often, and as his best friend, you offered to stay at his house in case he needed anything.

• You made yourself at home in the guest room, reading late into the night til you heard noise from the living room. Part of you wondered if it was one of those robots he mentioned, but you knew it was probably his soap opera.

• “Psst~ can you turn it down, Mikey?” You whispered when you stuck your head into the living room, ready to quip about his show when you saw him laying on the couch, one hand rubbing the tip of his cock while the other tweaked a nipple.

• “Fuck! Um I’m sorry (y/n)!” He gasped and covered his crotch with a pillow, his face heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry…”

• You don’t know why but you suddenly asked. “Were you thinking about me?” There was an awkwardly long pause, but then he breathed out a “yes…” with a heavy sigh, seeming more embarrassed. “I can help.” You added, watching his eyes widen as he seemed to melt at your words.

• “C’mere, lemme feel you.” He cooed, patting his muscular thigh invitingly. “Catch me first.” You giggled, playfully scampering off when he jumped off the couch. “Oh it’s on now!”

Vanessa/Vanny:

• Despite her grumbling about it, the Pizzaplex hired you as another night guard to help Vanessa out, seeing as she was always tired and grumpy, and she wouldn’t say it, but she did like you.

• She frequently sent you to go clean bathrooms or take inventory, and you couldn’t tell why she didn’t want you in the security room or following her, so you decided to sneak up on her one evening and pop in the security office.

• You’d barely thrown the door open before she slammed you against the wall, a hand on your throat as she glared. “Wh- (y/n) the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be on clean up duty!” “I finished early and-” you didn’t get much else out before you noticed she was in her underwear, a wet patch on her panties.

• “Nobody is supposed to get in here…” she mumbled as she backed away, her cheeks flushed as she put her other hand behind her back. “May I help?” You asked hesitantly, watching a sly smirk form on her face.

• “Well since you finished early on your job, and interrupted me…” she hummed as she went to sit in her desk chair, tossing her panties to the side as she beckoned you forward. You sank to your knees in between her legs, staring at her already glistening pussy.

• “I think you deserve a reward~” she chuckled again before pushing your face closer, her thighs keeping you in place as she leaned back to watch you.

#fnaf #william afton x reader #michael afton x reader #vanny x reader #henry emily x reader #phone guy x reader #fnaf vanessa x reader #fnaf x reader

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maddie7writes · 8 months

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DOMESTIC

summary : harry and y/n being domestic (it’s all fluff)

content warnings : none. it’s just fluff.

harry was finally relaxed, he wasn’t high strung while touring but he was getting overwhelmed. he didn’t get as much time for him and y/n anymore, and he wasn’t home enough for his liking. so this fall, he was determined to be as domesticated and homely as possible.

currently, he was lounging on the couch in grey sweats, with the brown pleasing hoodie on with a burberry blanket sprawled across his lap as he watched the crown.

y/n had gone out to grab starbucks, and knowing y/n probably a few candles around ten minutes ago. he was trying to catch up to where y/n was in the show even tho she insisted she didn’t mind rewatching a few seasons.

she came barreling into the home, a drink carrier in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. “harry?” she called out. harry shot up to come help her with the items and was surprised when the grocery bag had a large flower arrangement in it. “have the ones i got you already wilted?” he asked as he took the drinks and bag from her hand so she could take her coat and shoes off. sure it was fall but he had gotten them on sunday, it was only tuesday.

“oh those are for you.” she said causally, harry’s heart melted as he pulled out the arrangement. it was a mixture of sunflowers and orange tulips. “i tried to find lilys but they didn’t have any.” she said, walking around the counter and kissing his cheek. immediately he wrapped her in a hug. “thank you.” he whispered, like it was a secret. she blushed, “of course.” she said, as she gently broke it, knowing harry would never let go if he didn’t have to. “im going to change and make some brunch?” she said, but it was more like a question. “i’ll make brunch, you get comfortable.” he insisted. she blushed again before pecking his lips, “your amazing, you know that?” she smiled, he blushed back.

“you deserve everything and more lovie.” he said, before kissing her for real, then letting her go change as he grabbed their waffle maker and dug in the grocery bag till he pulled out the waffle mix, and added will to it. before heating up chicken, and platting the chicken and waffles. he set the plates down on the coffee table were y/n was on her phone, scrolling on pinterest.

“what are you pintresting?” he asked, she giggled. “fall outfits, i found a few ideas.” she said. “better take you out to dinner then, i want to see them on the model.” he said, before kissing her head.

she tossed her phone aside when harry circled the couch and resumed his position where he had been, she crawled into his lap and laid her head on his chest and body on his legs. he covered her with the blanket and kissed her again. before grabbing her plate and feeding it to her as he pressed play on their show.

“i love that dress.” she said, catching a glimpse of the screen, harry hummed. “maybe it’s just vanessa kirby.” she said, harry rolled his eyes. “definitely not, you’d look amazing in that costume.” he complimented, she blushed. “you think i’d be a pretty princess?” she asked, with a slight pout to show she was joking. harry giggled and kissed her again. “you already are lovie.”

(sorry this was so short !)

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #fluff #harry blurb #harry styles flufff #fall #fall vibes

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jenna-ortega · 7 months

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vertigo

act I

pairing - joel miller x female reader word count - 4k warnings - infidelity, jealousy, angst, unpleasant!joel, p(almost)v

SUMMARY: watching joel be with someone other than you has you reeling, what happens when you wear down the stoic man's loyalty? or don't let your girlfriend stop you from finding your wife

series playlist - by the wonderful @lovers-liability

Your eyes find his in an attempt to share a moment between the crowd at the bar. That crowd consists of only Tommy, Joel, and her. Her who you’ve been fake smiling at all night, her who’s been on Joel’s arm, and her who is the only thing in your way.

“Another drink?” her voice stinging your eardrums as if she’s shouted, but has only whispered to the man you haven’t stopped staring at. Ugh. Your skin physically crawls as you watch her pet his arm and bat her eyes up. Why does she deserve this? Why does she get to have him. Your hands find the bottle Joel’s eyes were feeling up the whole night, and you fill his glass until he politely waves you,

“‘s enough.”

You bite your lip as you watch him take a long sip, watching his adam’s apple bob with each passing burn of the amber liquid,

“Can I get a refill too?” you find the source of the noise, a soft voice and big smile looking at you shaking an empty glass, “sure.”

You can’t seem to find a minute alone with him. Someone is always finding a way to share your space, ruin your plan. “Not tonight”, you think, “not this time.”

It’s a shame your hands couldn’t quite hold onto the slippery glass of the fruity beverage you made. How clumsy of you to not secure a grip on the,

“OH!” you shout as she gets soaked by her own drink, how silly of you. Your hands purposefully inching forward so there isn’t a drop left to be spared in the glass

“Shit, SHIT!” you watch as she and Joel jump backwards, hiding the smirk on your face watching the stain on her jeans and shirt grow larger as they both try to fix what you’ve done,

“So sorry, vanessa!” you’re almost tongue tied saying her name, your blush evident as you catch Joel scowl at your fake apology

“No, it’s alright! It’s okay, I hated these pants anyway!”

Tommy’s chuckle has your head swinging his way. Lip twitching in annoyance. She’s funny too…

Joel grabs the napkin beside him, patting at her stomach and hips as she’s giggling, “its okay–really i’m okay”,

“Let me get ya home sweethe-”, “no, finish your drink it’s okay”. “We’re going–”

The bickering between the two go on until Tommy chimes in, grabbing his coat and walking from around the bar where you two had just been serving for the night

“Stay, after that patrol shift today you need it.”

Joel gives Tommy a stern look, shaking his head in his baby brothers direction

“She’s mine, gotta take care of her”

“I ain’t stealing her, “ Tommy’s hand lands on Joel’s shoulder, smirking while squeezing him

“Ya scared she’ll realize the better miller and leave your ass?”

As the interaction goes on for a minute, your brain goes haywire. Watching her laugh at his jokes. You're envious, you’re dripping signs of mania as you think of all the ways you could sabotage this thing they have and take him for yourself. His large arms engulf her as he says goodbye, watching Tommy lead her out the double doors to begin the journey back to whatever place she calls home. And you wonder…what does she call home? His bed? His house? Him?

Skin jumping as you’re pulled from a state of disarray by his loud throat clear,

“Clumsy girl” his large hands make the whiskey glass look like a toy as he bring it to his lips, sipping loudly as he studies your face

“Yeah, I guess I don't know what I was doing.” for as much as you wanted this, you’re mind can't find the right words to say,

“And what was it you were trying to do?” hm…accusatory

“Just spilled a drink”

“Funny I ain’t ever seen you spill a drink before”

“Your eyesight is going then,” you walk towards the other end of the bar and begin wiping down the bartop, taking this as a sign to finally start closing shop and going home

For all the times you’ve dreamed of having him alone, your body shows no sign of wanting to be near him. You’re almost upset at him, for what? You have no clue. It wasn't his fault you harbord such an intense crush on him. His stoic attitude, and the way he protects what's his. You wanted to be the person he protected. The person he calls “mine”

You brazenly walk back to him, grabbing his almost empty glass while your eyes roll further than your socket allows “Done yet?”

His grip on the bartop now rushed to grab the hand you offered up to take his glass

“With the drink yes,” he jerks your hand forward so your body is now leaning over the bar

“With you…no”

This is it. Your heart drops, mind clouded by his scent, the way his dark brown eyes look you over as if he’s ready to devour you with hate

“I seen your looks,” your name falls from his lips as if you’d personally hurt him in some way you can’t recall

You wince as the same hand he holds is now slammed down onto the bar top, “I felt your little touches during patrol, the way you slide against me thinking I’m stupid.”

He flings your hand away and you immediately rub at your wrist to soothe the dull ache his massive fingers left behind, oh how warm it felt to have his skin on yours

His eyes squint at you as you begin laughing, pushing strands of your hair behind your ear, getting ready to fuck with him.

You have to give it to yourself, the plan worked. Setting the seed days ago while you were both on patrol. Making sure you rubbed your backside against him once or twice, feeling him go silent as you did. Joel knew what you wanted from him. He could feel it in the way your eyes bore into the back of his head while you patrolled with him. Joel couldn't say the advances weren’t welcomed, he loved feeling wanted. But he has someone. Someone who he owed loyalty to. Someone who simply got to him before you.

Now, you’re walking around the bar to him, and his body follows you as he turns around, your body forcing his thighs open on the stool as you push your way past them to get as close to him as you can

“I can fuck you better than sh–”

“Christ.” his eyes roll as he moves to leave the stool, backing you up in the process,

“Let me make you feel good,” your hand reaching for his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin as he lets you

“Quit.”

Your hand travels down to hook around his neck, reaching on your toes as your lips ghost next to his ear,

“Don’t you want to feel me,” your other hand grabs his and moves to place it to your chest,

A heavy sigh from his lips is the last thing you hear before he is ripping you off him, cradling your back as he smashes it against the bar, pinning you between his chest and the counter

“You are treading on some mighty thin ice,” silence fills the bar as he lets you go, backing up and giving your chest space as he looks down to see you breathing heavier, eyes meeting his as a plea

“Be careful.”

–

It’s been days since the incident. You didn’t want to add insult to injury, leaving him alone in the process. How can you be upset at something you wanted to happen? It left you feeling shocked, hurt, and even a little turned on. The feel of his body against yours, his hands grabbing yours to make sure you didn’t go anywhere as he railed into you with his words. Oh how you wish it was something a little thicker, a little longer than words.

Your thoughts light up as you find yourself in the same predicament as the other night. Tommy, your fellow bartender, and the lack of two certain people. He must be ignoring you now, you’re sure of it.

How could you get his attention? You needed him to know you weren’t someone he could just manhandle and never speak to again. You wanted to see the worst parts of him as you got under his skin, as you messed with what's his. And now an idea was formulating…one you knew would get Joel on you

You see him. Owen. Vanessa patrol partner for tomorrow morning. Who was going to stop you if you overfilled his drinks? Got him a little too wasted, giving you an in to provide coverage for that patrol.

So that's what you did…all night.

Making sure his drinks were constantly overpoured, giving him the best customer service of his goddamn life,

“WOO!” you turn to look in the direction of Owen and his friends, starting to get rowdy,

“Looks like i might night have owen for tomorrow shift huh,” Tommy nudges your arm as he’s using a stained white rag to dry off glasses

“Maria will whip him into shape” you both raise your eyebrows and laugh at the sentiment,

“Not before she whips me into covering that assholes shift,” your eyes light up at his words as he is shaking his head in defeat,

“You’ve been working so hard at the bar Tommy, you need rest.” it’s innocent, it’s sly, it’s exactly what you rehearsed saying,

“Why don’t you rest, and I take the shift?” his head turns your way, mouth frowning in a peculiar way, “I couldn’t ask you to do that”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.”

–

And when you got that knock on your door from Tommy the next morning, your plan was in action. Having him walk you to the stable and greeting Vanessa, a smirk grew on your lips

Tommy spends a few minutes explaining the route, making sure you both know to stay careful while clearing out the abandoned house an hour west of Jackson. You smile at Vanessa, assuring her you’ve done this route before. She smiles back at you…shit, even a nice smile. Hating her was getting harder by the day. In reality, you would have hated any girl in her position.

–

You’ve both been riding for about 45 minutes till you hit the place. Ivy grown along the windows and doors of the place,

“Looks like it gets worse by the months,” you whisper as you both hop off your horses and start your journey inside

“Take upstairs, I’ll take downstairs and around back?” you question, vanessa responding with a head nod as you watch her slowly trek inside the house with her gun positioned in front of her

It only takes you a few minutes to clear downstairs, hearing Vanessa’s boot impressions upstairs signaling her safety, you think to start clearing the outdoor area around back.

*snap*

Your whole body twisting around in an instant with your gun out and ready. What sounded like a tree branch breaking, or feet on leaves has your body on edge. You’re turned around, but all you see is the pale blue house, some overgrown grass, and the door you left wide open swinging in the slight breeze.

Not realizing just how scared you were, your hand jumps to your heart as you begin to level out your breaths. Soon after, you turn around and clear the rest of your area.

You’ve arrived back at the front of the house surprised not to see Vanessa, you scream out an “all clear!” and the hairs on the back of your neck stand,

There’s three horses. There’s two of you.

Grass crunching under your feet as you run to the house to warn her, but not before your body is pulled back and behind a rusted green truck outside of the house,

“Shh!” a hand cups your mouth as you begin to thrash and whine, only calming down once you hear the soft gruff voice of the man you’re attached to, “It’s Joel,”

“Jesus christ, Joel!” you pull yourself away from him, turning around to stare at the tall man

“What the hell are you doing here” demanding answers from him, you push against his chest in anger as he hits the back of the car with a thud,

His finger gets close to your face, walking up close to you, “makin’ sure you don’t cause any problems, princess.”

You fake laugh, making sure to obnoxiously throw your head back as you do

“Awwww” you give Joel a pout, “so cute. Miller’s gotta make sure his girlfriend doesn’t find out about the bartender he nearly felt up a fe-” he rushes to shush you again, holding his hand over your mouth while his other hand falls to your lower back, steadying you in his arms

“Shut up will you…” his hands lower once he’s sure you understand his urgency in your silence

“Where is she?” he questions faintly, just as you hear your name being called from your right side,

“Who're you talkin to?” she soon finds out as she meets you behind the car, noticing two heads bobbing, “what’re you doing here, honey?” she runs to separate the two of you as she hugs his big frame,

“Checking in. Heard Owen couldn’t make it, had to make sure you were alright.”

Vanessa brightly smiles and lightly swings her hand to her side, blushing.

You fake gag behind her, watching Joel’s jaw tighten,

“We’re fine, Joel” she looks over to you, “We were just finishing up.”

–

All three of you ride home together. Your incessant questions naggings the two,

While Vanessa is happy to answer, you can’t help but hear the loud sigh of Joel with every intrusive thing you pull out of her.

“T’fuck is this an interview?”

You bite your lip at his outward rudeness, and Vanessa’s loud gasp

“Don’t be like that, Joel!” she scolds him, watching as he brings his hand from his thigh to his neck, scratching the same spot he does everytime he gets nervous

“Yeah Joel,” you shake your head at him. “Don’t be like that,” you give him a crooked smile and a wink watching his nose twitch at you, looking away hastily.

Arriving back to town, you all settle down and get into light conversation. Vanessa offers up Joel to take you home to make up for his crummy attitude. And you know he’s upset. His veins popping from his neck as he’s trying to hide his clear disdain for this situation. Why is everyone but him oblivious to your intentions? He thinks. He promised himself he wouldn’t be alone with you again. Couldn’t trust himself with you. He has to keep what he has safe, and you’re a danger to it. You’re a danger to his fulfilled life he created for himself. Stability he’d been dreaming of. You make him think. Is this what I want? Questioning the things he’d come to know as good. Was he settling for comfort? Did he not want to do the hard thing?

He says your name with gritted teeth, “Lead the way.”

–

You both walk in the silence of Jackson. It wasn’t too long before you would reach your house. The only sounds you hear are both feet crunching leaves. Had you fucked this up that badly? Have your childish games finally caught up to you?

“She’s fierce.” he rolls his eyes at your statement, not wanting to get into this with you right now.

“Leave it,” he warns

“She’s pretty…” silence, “She’s kind. I like her.” you admit,

“I like her too, s’why i’m with her.” The truth makes your heart ache. Is this delusional in your head getting the best of you? You feel something here, you feel it.

There’s a pregnant pause. Your eyes swell with what feels like rocks, but you know is just water that you wish wouldn’t stream,

“I’m kind.”

“Debatable.” he lightly laughs

“I’m fierce.” you were trying to convince yourself and him. What wasn’t there to like? Why couldn’t Joel see you for the woman you wanted to be. He was everything you wanted, and you feared you would never get a chance at making him happy because of timing.

Your name flows from his lips in a rush, ushering in arousal from your core. He ignores you until you both approach your front door. You want him.

“I’m pretty…”

There’s a silence in the air as you turn to him, back to your door. The look he gives you tells you he’s holding back. The same look he’d given you during patrols, during nights at the bar, looks you knew held something bigger than resentment.

“Do you want to come in?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Please?”

Joel huffs, adjuring his jacket as he stares back at the fragile girl in front of him. In a perfect world, he could tell her everything he’d wanted to tell her. Back when he first met you as Tommy’s friend, you’d met during his fireflies brigade and that alone pissed Joel off. Never fully giving you a chance no matter how hard you tried. You were pretty, you could be everything Joel wanted. He knows that. He also knows he held onto judgment about your past for too long, too long to give you the shot he knew you deserved. He knew what he was doing all the times he’d make it his job to brush against you. Before she came into the picture. Before Vanessa, it was Kimberly. And he knew the girls he’d run through always got to you. Always picking them, always making sure you knew it wouldn’t be you.

“What d’ya want from me?” his voice apparent with defeat,

You walk to him, grabbing him by his open jacket, “I told you,” you walk him backwards until you are fumbling with your door to get it open, hanging in the doorway of your house,

“I want to make you feel good.”

–

You couldn’t tell how you got here, against your own kitchen table as Joel miller was ravaging your mouth,

“Joel,” you moan into his lips, “fuck me,”

His hands around your frame tighten their hold, the feeling of his groan vibrating against your neck, his lower half pushed into you enough so you feel his bulge,

“You’ve been so bad for me, why do you deserve it?” he asked, smiling down as you fall apart in his hands, wiggling your legs together to ease the tension. You wish you could answer him coherently, but the way he pushes his hips into you has you stuttering back gibberish to him

Your body is quickly turns around, you cry out at the pain of the table knocking into your hips as he moves to bend you over the table, ass up for him to make it easier for him to tug your jeans down, revealing your glistening cunt for him

“Gonna show me how much better you are, baby?” he teases as he lifts your head to look back at him, your hair tangled in his fingers as he rubs his clothed cock against you,

“P-please, Joel”

He leans over, massive body weight smushing you down further into the table as you grunt from surprise,

He kisses along your neck, his beard scratching your skin making the hair on your arms rise, and your cum leak out further onto his jeans,

Joel laughed into your neck, he knew your cunt was calling for him. He kneeled down, face lined up with your core. He began kissing your thigh, licking and sucking as he teased his way up your leg.

Your hips squirming, you pushed your heat closer to him, wanting some sort of friction.

“Such an eager little princess.” His hands gripping both thighs, his big hands opening you up, taking the first dip into your pussy.

His tongue running lines over your folds, using his fingers to rub in the saliva. Your moans instinctively filled the room, only encouraging him more.

“You like that huh” his husky voice coming from below you, you felt warm liquid hit your pussy, his spit dripping down, the sensation drove you mad.

His middle and pointer finger entered you, just as he began licking circles around your sensitive nub.

“oh fuck—“ you cried out, feeling yourself trying to push back because of how good he was doing. Your body twitching as he picked up the pace with his tongue, making the warm feeling inside of you worse. Your head snapping back, moaning out his name. Joel

He didn’t stop to address you, just moving his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace, your cum dripping out on his fingers, he felt you start to clench around him, moved his tongue as fast as he could, flicking your clit until you were shaking on his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum, oh god” you sobbed, finally finding your release, your body convulsing on his fingers, cum coating them nicely,

Your breathing coming back down, he removed his fingers from you, lifting himself up to show you.

“Clean up your mess,” he demanded, bringing his fingers to your mouth, and you happily obliged, sucking his fingers down to the knuckle.

He removed his fingers, your mouth suctioned so tightly a raunchy pop sound filled the air.

His fingers moved from your mouth, along your chin, meeting your neck, gently squeezing, he lifted your head forcing you to meet him eye to eye.

“You’re gonna take what I give you next, and you ain’t gonna whine. Y’ hear me, princess?”

You reply with a broken cry to him, your body feeling weightless as your core sobs from his ruthless play,

Joel slowly unzips himself from his jeans, red throbbing cock springing free in the process. You whip your head back as you hear it, eyes meeting his cock, then training up to his eyes,

“Fuck, it’s big”

He smiles behind you as he lines himself up to your core, pushing your head back into the counter, “I know baby, I know,” he slowly squeezes himself in between your folds, but not inside of you. His tip ghosting over your clit as your folds warm him, he begins to thrust,

“Shit, ahh–” he winces as he feels your wetness engulf him, leak onto his tip, and he shudders when it catches at your entrance, “please,” you beg, for what…you don’t know

“shhh, take what i give you” he groans out, and you do just that as he begins to pound into your folds harder,

Your hand moved behind you to push him back, feeling your second orgasm coming on intensely,

“Joel, fuck me, please, just the tip baby, i promise”

His hand grips your wrist, pinning it to your back, continuing to ignore your desperate plea

You look back him, his face beat red as his chest if heaving, he looks you directly in the eye as he takes himself in his other hand, gathering your cum with his own precum, rubbing himself into your clit in circular motions, laughing as he watches you come undone for the second time that night.

You jump forward, not being able to go far due to being restrained. “Ah–” your voice squeaks as you feel Joel’s tip pushing to make room inside of you, behind you, Joel litters the air with silent pleasure, “shit”. “fuck” “so tight,”

“You feel so good, oh” you wiggle your hips and try to move backwards onto him, but he is keen on your plans.

“Ah ah ah,” he scolds you, “take what i give you. I warned you.” you whine at him as you cry into the table, feeling yourself push your legs together to try and feel some sort of relief from wanting to be filled,

He pulls his tip out of you with a groan, sucking in air at the loss,

“Wanna cum on your pussy,” you hear the ferocious sounds of Joel behind you, tugging at himself while moaning your name.

You moan as you feel his hot spurts of cum cover your backside, feeling it drip down onto your clit and down your thighs as he growls “fuckkk” behind you.

–

He helped pull your jeans back up. Handling you like a piece of glass that couldn’t break, you turned around and pulled your arms around his broad chest. His chin rested plainly on your head, returning the hug you gave him while sighing into you.

“Stay.” your small voice that was buried in his chest still echoed through the kitchen,

Such a simple request. An honest request. A request you think he may take into consideration after everything he’s done.

“I can’t.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal

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puhpandas · 9 months

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So for a writing prompt,

Vanessa meeting an ex gf/bf (whatever u want) at a supermarket. While Gregory and Freddy just listen to the tea or have shenanigans around the supermarket.

Ghosted

(915 words)

"Can I have some gushers?"

Vanessa clicks her tongue. "You already have captain crunch in the buggie."

Gregory frowns, and looks longingly at the the package when they pass the shelf it's on. "But..."

Vanessa rolls her eyes. "Why dont you get some broccoli or something? Brussel sprouts?"

Gregory pauses, and gives her a long, hard stare.

"Alright then." She says simply. "Shouldnt you want to eat healthily? You didnt exactly have a very good diet on the streets."

"Isnt that exactly why I should get to have the gushers?" Gregory counters when Vanessa picks off some tortilla chips and cheese dip off of the shelf. "I deserve them!"

Vanessa sighs, and turns to see Gregory using his unnaturally big eyes to his advantage.

"Surely Gregory should be able to have a special treat or two, Vanessa." Freddy says from behind Gregory, muffled by his backpack.

Vanessa sputters. "You're on his side?"

Freddy hums. "I just think that Gregory has a point, that is all."

Vanessa rolls her eyes, and turns the buggie back around with a sigh. "Shouldn't you of all people be advocating for eating your veggies?" She points out.

"Eating some sugary gummies does not equal not eating your vegetables, Vanessa. As long as you keep a balanced diet, indulging in unhealthy snacks is no issue--"

"Yeah, yeah." She cuts him off, and rolls the buggie to a stop in front of some fruit snacks.

"You can have some fruit gummies." She says, and points at a two-pack box of Welch's fruit snacks. "Not the gushers. You can have those next time, when you haven't already picked out an unhealthy snack."

Gregory huffs, but he takes the box anyway and puts it in the buggie.

"Better than nothing." Gregory says, then smiles. "Thanks."

Vanessa smiles back, and leans on the buggie. At least those are healthier than sugary fruit gushers. And Gregory seems happy. Maybe she isnt so crap at this.

The pleasant moment is cut off by a familiar voice behind her.

"Vanessa?" A woman asks, and Vanessa jumps, turning around. "Is that you?"

Oh. Vanessa thinks when she realizes who it is. Oh, no.

"So it really is you." Olivia says, voice unimpressed. "You really had me worried, Vanessa, I mean, what was I supposed to think?"

Gregory is silent beside her, watching the exchange with wide eyes. Vanessa sputters, avoiding eye contact.

"I-- Um-- Listen Olivia I--"

"Dont." Olivia says. "I dont want an apology. I just wish that you would have just told me you weren't interested instead of ghosting me."

Gregory makes a face beside her, eyes wide and mouth open in a small O, and he looks way too into it.

"I--" Vanessa tries, but she cuts herself off. 'I'm sorry, Olivia. I really was interested in you, but a crazy robot using the face of a decades old serial killer took over my mind and forced me to cut off any contact with all other people to complete his evil deeds!' Is what she wants to say, but being seen as a bitch seems like a better option than being seen as an insane freak.

So she just stays silent, and Olivia scoffs, looking insulted.

"Nothing to say to that, huh?" Olivia says, a sour look on her face. "Fine, see if I care. I just hope the next girl to start talking to you doesn't get far enough to be heartbroken like I was."

And with that, Olivia turns and walks briskly away, her brown hair flipping sassily over her shoulder and trailing behind her like a tailcoat.

Its completely silent except for the general milling about of people around them and beeps from self checkout scanners for a moment. Then, she finally tears her eyes away from the spot Olivia walked away from her and looks down when she sees movement.

Gregory looks like something hilarious just occured, and he looks up at her gleefully when she makes eye contact with him.

She rolls her eyes when he starts laughing, and she huffs, eyes dead set in front of her as she tries to push the buggie to get away from him.

"Who was that, Vanessa?" Freddy asks from behind Gregory, who's clumsily following behind her and almost bumping into people and their carts from how hard hes laughing. Vanessa tries not to let her mood sour too much.

"Olivia." She answers. "She was my..." She tries to find the right words. "...we were talking, and were about to start dating, but then..."

She trails off, and Freddy hums and looks at her sympathetically from Gregory's backpack. "I understand, Vanessa. You do not have to continue."

"That was awesome." Gregory finally refills his lungs after almost busting one laughing too hard at her relationship failure. "The drama. It was too good!"

"I'm glad you like my misery, brat." She says, rolling her eyes.

He just has another short burst of laughs, and then tries to quiet down. "I did like it. Very much. Why cant that happen <i>all</i> the time?"

"Because usually," Vanessa says. "I dont ghost people because I had my brain hijacked."

Gregory giggles. "Oh man, i knew people were obsessed with drama but i never knew it was this funny." He says, then tugs on Vanessa's shirt. "Hey, you gotta start a reality show with me soon, alright?"

Vanessa rolls her eyes, but she just ruffles Gregory's hair, and a small smile appears on her face.

"Sure, squirt. Whatever you say."

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#i saw this prompt and was just like omfg nooo 😭😭#such a funny idea thank u for the prompt #pandas writes #prompt #my fics #ficlet #3 star fam #vanessa #gregory #gregory and vanessa #fnaf #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanessa #glamrock freddy #long post #swearing #donut holes

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thegettingbyp2 · 5 months

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I love drama and protective Austin so how about one where Vanessa is hating on musical theater actress & being jealous & shady & Austin sticks up for you & calls her out.

8 Times a Week

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The moment you heard the front door close, you were quickly wiping your eyes and shoving your phone between the couch cushions. Jumping up, you checked in the mirror to make sure that there was no mascara running down your cheeks and you gave yourself a watery smile before turning to greet your boyfriend in the hallway.

‘You’re back!’ you exclaimed, running over to him and practically throwing yourself into his arms, partly because there was nothing you needed more right now than to be wrapped up in him but mostly due to the fact you hadn’t seen him for three weeks while he was away filming and you’d missed him more than anything.

‘I’m back,’ Austin sighed happily as he held you against him, burying his head in your neck and breathing in the smell of your shampoo, a smell he’d missed for the past three weeks. Pulling back slightly, Austin’s came up to cup your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss that made up for all the kisses he’d missed whilst he’d been away. You let yourself relax into the kiss, focusing on nothing but the man in front of you and wanting nothing more than to order take-out and curl up on the sofa, watching movies with him. ‘You okay?’ he asked when he broke the kiss, noticing how your eyes were slightly red and puffy from where you’d been crying moments before he walked through the front door.

‘I’m fine,’ you replied quickly, not quite meeting his eyes. ‘I just missed you.’

‘Baby, what’s wrong?’ he asked, stepping even closer to you and running the back of his hand against your warm cheek, the cool sensation of his hand on your skin causing your eyes to flutter closed briefly. ‘You’ve been crying.’

‘No, I haven’t.’ You laughed, trying prove to him that nothing was wrong. But this was Austin and he knew you better than you knew yourself.

‘Please don’t lie to me, baby. Tell me what’s wrong and we can fix it.’

You sighed gently, knowing that Austin wasn’t going to let it go until you told him what was wrong. ‘It’s just some people on Instagram and Twitter posting some not too nice things about me.’

‘What do you mean “about you”?’ he asked, his tone growing dangerously calm as his eyes darkened slightly.

‘Just posting a video from the other night where I tripped onstage at work and making comments about how if I was actually good at my job, then things like that wouldn’t happen and that you deserve to be with someone who’s as talented as you.’ You spoke quickly and quietly, hoping that he wouldn’t hear, but he heard every single word.

‘That’s ridiculous!’ he exclaimed, pulling you into him and tilting your head up to make you look at him. ‘Baby, you don’t need to listen to any of that, okay? You’re incredible! I could never do what you do.’

‘You did do it,’ you said, laughter colouring your voice slightly.

‘No. I did a play. You do musicals, with all the singing and dancing, I could never do that over and over again,’ he insisted. ‘Show me the comments.’

‘No,’ you were quick to reply.

‘Why not?’

‘Because you made me feel better about the whole thing! I’m not even upset about it anymore!’ you tried to reason with him but the raised eyebrow you got in response only proved to you that it didn’t work.

‘I know that’s what you were looking at just now, show me and we can get rid of them yeah?’ he spoke gently, his thumb tracing back and forth over your cheekbone as you sighed, nodding gently before taking his hand in yours and pulling him with you into the living room.

‘Just…promise me you won’t get mad when you see who the comments are from, okay?’ Austin gave you a questioning look but nodded nonetheless, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better.

Once the two of you were seated on the sofa, you reached between the cushions to retrieve your phone before unlocking it and handing it to him. You knew the exact moment he’d seen who had wrote the comments because his entire body went still and you could’ve sworn that you felt the temperature in the room drop a couple of degrees.

‘You promised you wouldn’t get mad,’ you reminded him after a couple of moments of silence.

‘That was before you told me it was Vanessa making these comments about you. She has no right talking about you at all, it was fine when she was making comments when I was doing Elvis press because I’d not long broken up with her but to come for you?! I’m not putting up with it and you shouldn’t too.’ He gave you your phone back before pulling his own phone from his pocket and opening up twitter.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked warily when you saw him pull up a photo the two of you had taken on your opening night of your latest show.

‘Sticking up for my girl,’ he replied simply, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close while he began to type with his free hand:

The woman in this photo is the most talented woman I have ever met and I’m lucky enough that she saw something in me that made me want to give her a chance. She’s stuck by me through everything and I’ll be damned if I don’t do the same for her. This woman goes onstage in front of thousands of people 8 times a week and performs for them. So what if she trips over every now and then, the beauty of what she does is that it’s different every time and that she’s fucking amazing at it. And for anyone who has a different opinion, that’s fine but please, keep it to yourself. She has more talent in her little finger than most, Vanessa.

He clicked send and you couldn’t help the shocked gasp escape your lips when you saw that he’d actually called Vanessa out. ‘Austin, you can’t do that!’

‘I can! She needs to know that she’s not getting away with anything like this, (Y/N), I’m not going to come home to you crying over something that’s not true, know who it was that made you cry and not do anything about it. I love you so much and I hate seeing you upset, so I’m going to do something about it when it happens.’

You sat in a stunned silence for a couple of seconds, feeling like a weight had crashed into you as you realised just how much the man sitting next to you loved you. ‘I love you too,’ you whispered, your eyes tearing up again as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

A lopsided grin worked its way onto Austin’s lips as he looked at you. ‘How about I go get changed while you order food and we’ll spend the rest of the night on the sofa, how’s that sound?’

‘That sounds like something I’ve been waiting for for the past three weeks.’

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader

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dragcnbreak · 6 months

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more autistic little mike……. please im begging.. Begging..

ANONNNN why are you me. autistic and little mike are such important headcanons to me so here are some thoughts on how his autism would interact with his littlespace >< also this isn’t really an x reader. there’s no mention of the reader at all. just pls let me be autistic about mike ok

◞♡࿐ (TW for mention and small description of self harm)

• his depression has caused him to fall out of love with a lot of his hyperfixations and special interests so being little feels like the only time he can really indulge in them

• with the help of people on here, i landed on some special interest headcanons!!! i think he really liked legos and airplanes when he was younger so that translates over to his littlespace

• vanessa finds the airplane that garrett had when he went missing and gives it to mike. he cries for a while every time he sees it but he grows used to having it around and plays with it when he’s little

• he also gave up his legos to abby when he thought he aged them out. but she does eventually figures out about his age regression and sneaks the box of them into his room one day

• along with his airplane and legos, he also draws and watches cartoons. he draws so many planes and could definitely specifically name the ones he draws. he read a book when he was young and just never forgot them

• I FORGOT ABOUT DREAMS. dreams are definitely one of his special interests and that translates over to littlespace too. he’ll always draw scenes from his dreams right after waking up from one. he thinks they’re super cool (or sometimes really scary) and he just has a huge collection of his dream art

• also like i said in my first little!mike post, i think he allows himself to stim more when he’s little. he represses it as much as he can when he’s working or with other people but when he feels safe enough to be little, he feels safe enough to stim too

• his stims are more tactile than anything; his hands always have to be doing or touching something. he flaps them when he’s excited or just doing something stimulating in of itself.

• he also rocks a lot, either on his feet or just his entire body. and this is a stim that helps him feel better when he’s having a meltdown or breakdown too

• speaking of meltdowns, they don’t happen too often because he Hates feeling weak. but they do occur when he’s little more often than not.

• (self harm mention and description here) it’s not like the happiest headcanon but I think he punches himself and bangs his head against walls when he’s having a meltdown. it’s sort of a stim but also self harm because he feels like he deserves it

• he doesn’t regress to too young, maybe around 10, so he knows what he’s feeling and he’s aware of why he’s feeling it so he’s just not always a happy little. but that’s okay

• he doesn’t have a lot of sensory issues tbh? when too many things are happening at once, he can feel overstimulated but it’s not often. he prefers the dark but doesn’t mind brightness. he doesn’t mind something that’s loud but he does get scared by a loud noise easily, but he can handle things like concerts. he’s kind of a picky eater and does get autistic about certain food (like having a comfort food or eating something once every day)

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this kinda turned into me rambling about autistic mike sorry HAHHAHA I told y’all he was important to me. Anyway. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3 I have a lot of requests that might take me a bit to get around to but they’re still open and always welcome

#mine #text #asks #sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #age regression #headcanons #autistic mike schmidt #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy’s movie #five nights at freddy's #my hcs

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pixlokita · 9 months

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im with you, i hate that it feels like its gregory vs cassie in the fandom rn. theyre KIDS.

i also dont think its gregory in the main(?) ending (there are so many things that make it not make sense for it to be him), and it bothers me so much that people are pouncing on “gregory is evil” - he is a CHILD.

i really hope people dont pester you about drawing them as friends, i personally would love some art from you with them being friends <3 as much as i am a fan of the angst potential of that ending, cassie being tricked by the mimic (grimic? is that actually the canon name..?) one last time to pit her against gregory when really neither side did anything wrong is far moe interesting in concept than “gregorys just evil” could ever be imo.

i personally love feral/menace gregory, but hes not evil - again, hes a kid! and hes been in terrible circumstances! im not sure i could even really be mad if that WAS him in the elevator - a genuinely terrifying threat was released, and he might not be able to trust cassies voice, just like she couldnt trust his. we know cassie was okay, that the mimic wasnt with her (well, aside from the arm), but gregory had no way of knowing any of that.

seemingly, hes with vanessa and freddy. if he risked it and it WAS the mimic and not cassie, he could lose everything and more all over again. i cant imagine being a kid having to make such an awful decision. keep your current family safe, or risk everything in case your best friend somehow made it?

he knows how dangerous the plex is. and i can only imagine how much more dangerous hed expect it to be now. he barely made it out with freddys help, and as far as he knows, cassie doesnt have someone there to help her.

i feel so bad for gregory, both in-game, and in the fandom! he doesnt deserve all this hate.

sorry, that wasnt supposed to be a tangent - my point is im a gregory defender and 100% on your side. i hope no one is a prick about you drawing cassie and gregory as friends. ill personally fight them for u pix i promise

I agree with a lot of what you said tbh and heck dude Gregory is indeed a child, he’s even had to do things he didn’t want to do and got the short end of the stick every time. Cassie is a bean also, like she didn’t deserve to be tricked she didn’t deserve to be traumatized and she didn’t deserve to also get the short end of the stick either. It’s just I just really can’t accept that Gregory would do that to her either and ? If I’m wrong then okay? But like that’s just what I chose to believe and what I chose to draw I don’t get why people have to prove me wrong about it or pull lore nonsense into it to make sure I feel like I’m wrong. I mean =w= even retorting to insults like we’re in kindergarten is just ridiculous?Plus other people being stupid made me give up on interacting with anyone on that particular art piece. I felt like the end of ruin wasn’t satisfying so I drew art to feel better and try to understand it better and people took it personally =w= very mature honestly, they could just make their own art and leave mine alone.

#pix answers #fnaf #dlc ruin #spoilers #the person who called me a cow for not knowing about the lore 😭 bitch ? at least people like cows #they’re cute

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m1n4h · 9 months

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Spoilers for FNaF DLC ruin under the cut

Ok, now most of the fandom hates Gregory. We won't even talk about that that was probably the only option? They couldn't do anything. We couldn't hear in what tone he spoke? He was sad. It was like he was sorry. She literally was his friend.

I won't say that "he's a kid" or something like that. What happened was unfortunate and awful. He betrayed her.

But he said that he tried to reach her all night. Maybe because he wanted to tell her to get out, so she couldn't release Mimic?

But Gregory could reach her only in the end. When Mimic was already released.

He said "It's not your fault. I know you did it for me. To save me." like he actually cared about her, and didn't want her to blame herself, that she freed a monster.

So think from their side: Because Mimic is now free, he would know how to get out of the basement, and eventually, from the pizzaplex, by Cassie. After, he would follow Vanessa, Gregory, probably Freddy too (if he's with them), and Cassie along with them.

Ok, what Gregory has done is all shitty and bad. After all, he betrayed her. But it's still not like he wanted to do that in the first place. Screw it, he probably didn't wanted to do it at all. Cassie was his friend, and he's not that soulless.

I'll be honest, i am sorry for Cassie, she always deserved better. And what happened to her and Roxy is so...horrible and sad. I feel bad for them.

It is so horrible and terrifying when your friend betrays and kills you. But it is also terrible when you have to betray and kill your friend.

#gregory fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf dlc ruin #dlc ruin #fnaf ruin #cassie fnaf #fnaf

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princessconsuela120 · 9 months

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Chapter Nine: The Best Day —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: cursing, pregnancy, the usual

Authors Note: a little glimpse into Juno’s relationships with others. I love her dynamics so much. Enjoy guys, don’t forget to like comment and repost!!

Chapter art by @silvell & @clownfacepancakes120

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I HAD DECIDED AFTER A LONG A GRUELING DAY OF BEING PREGNANT, that I needed to spend some time with Tweek. Of all of my friends, besides maybe Butters, Tweek was the only one who was the most refreshing to hang out with. Oddly enough considering he was scared of everything, but he was the most girl like when there were no girls around to see. But of course with Tweek came Craig, because if Craig wasn’t there that would mean that Tweek was cheating on him, and being the wonderful boyfriend he is Craig begged Tweek to bring him along.

“This pretzel tastes like a frigging doughnut.” I said happily, stuffing my mouth full of the giant pretzel in my hands as the boys and I walked through the mall. We stopped at a few stores, Tweek helping me pick out new clothes for once my stomach got even bigger and my stubborn to wearing my current clothes.

“Share the love, Sweet cheeks.” Craig held out his hand, hoping I would hand him my pretzel but I pulled it away from him, flipping him off.

“No, you can't have any.”

“She's assaulting me! She's denying me fresh-baked goods. Tweek!” He shouted, flipping me off back and turning to look at Tweek with an angry look.

“Go buy your own doughnut!” I shouted at him, and Tweek sighed that he had to deal with our crap again.

“Craig, just get your own.” He argued, making Craig whine in response.

“But! But that’s not fair!” He shouted, and I laughed at him.

“I’m eating for two, this pretzel is only made for one. I can’t be risking my baby of the nutrients it deserves.” I explained, holding my stomach in defense.

“It’s not even gonna be your kid.” Craig argued back, and Tweek groaned finally tired of our bullshit.

“It doesn’t matter, she needs it more than you.” He lectured, and Craig sighed, hiding his face into Tweek’s shoulder. Tweek rolled his eyes, running his hands through Craig’s hair to comfort him as he rambled angrily, his hat now in his hands.

“So rude, I can’t even believe you right now, we’re family. I’m blood related to that baby, we share blood…”

Craig continued to whine about his damn pretzel, causing me to roll my eyes as I walked up to the edge looking down at the mall. As my eyes scanned the room, I noticed someone familiar.

“Oh, my God.” I whispered, Tweek being the only one who seemed to care.

“What?” He asked, moving closer to me which knocked Craig off his shoulder, causing the brunette to groan angrily.

“Yeah exactly, oh my god Craig, I’m sorry sorry, here eat my doughnut pretzel.” Craig mocked me, earning a light shove from Tweek.

“That's her. That's Vanessa Loring.” I said, pointing on the glass as best I could to the girl downstairs. She looked lovely, she looked like a mom. I assumed she came with her friends, because there was a girl beside her with their baby who she wouldn’t let go of. She looked just like a mom.

“Of the PennySaver Lorings?” Craig asked.

“The adoptive mom?” Tweek asked right after, and Craig shamelessly bent down, pressing his face against the glass to get a better look.

“Dude, she's, really pretty.” He said, as Tweek pulled him back up by the hair, giving him a dirty look at the fact he would smoosh his face against a dirty glass.

“You sound, like, totally shocked or something.”

“She's totally gonna steal that little kid for her collection.” Craig teased, making me nod in response.

“Right? Seriously.”

“Really?!” Tweek asked nervously, starting to shake slightly as he felt himself filled with nerves. Craig grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly as we continued our walk downstairs.

“It was a joke honey, don’t stress yourself.” He reassured him, kissing his cheek. I have to admit, Craig and Tweek may just be the one thing that makes me believe love exists. They have been together since 4th grade and besides maybe a few mishaps here and there, they still had never broken up.

“I could so go for, like, a huge cookie right now… With, like, a lamb kebab simultaneously.” I explained, my mouth seeming to water at the thought.

“God, Spermy. Must you always feed? It's, like, never-ending for you.” Craig complained. I was about to argue with him some more, before Vanessa appeared in front of me, smiling widely at my arrival.

“Juno.” She greeted me, surprised yet happy to see me.

“Hi, Vanessa.” I said back. “What brings you to the mall today?”

“I was just shopping with my girlfriends and…”

“You're gay?” Craig asked, interrupting Vanessa. She looked back at him with a confused look.

“Oh, just ignore him.” I said to her, about to start talking before Craig interrupted again.

“Cause I am.” He said, making me roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose angrily.

“We know Craig.” I grumbled back in response.

“No, no I’m not.”

“Darn.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly as I rolled my eyes.

“Well, how are you feeling?”

“Great. Everything's stupendous, you know? Oh, God.” I said, stopping to hold my stomach as my face scrunched up in pain. As if he knew, Craig grabbing onto my arm, letting my hold myself up on him slightly as he rubbed soothing patterns on my arm. I smiled up at him, and he smiled back softly, helping hold me up. He took a few deep breaths while looking at me, trying to get me to mimick him. I did, and soon enough took a last deep breath before steadying myself.

“What?” Vanessa asked.

“Kicking. Kicking away.” I said with a light chuckle. This had been happening a lot recently, and everytime it was like my little body couldn’t handle it. They must have Kyle’s strength because I swear they could have broken my rib by now. The first time it happened was with Butters. It scared the absolute shit out of him, he had no idea what to do and panicked and just hugged me. On all honesty it actually helped a lot, I was able to steady myself to his heart beat, and since that day Butters had talked to the rest of the boys about being “prepared” with me. It was honestly really sweet.

“Does it hurt!?” Tweek asked nervously, coming up to me on my other side, Craig still holding my arm just in case. He’d never say it out loud but he may be just as protective over me as Stan is.

“Not entirely, I mean I get used to it.” I explained, making Tweek sigh.

“Don’t worry Mrs Loring, your child is in very good hands under the care of my anxiety ridden boyfriend.” Craig explained, making Tweek slap the back of his head.

“Shut up! You’re embarrassing me!” Tweek shouted at him, about to continue yelling at Craig before Vanessa interrupted.

“Could I feel it?” She asked softly. She acted as if she was nervous. I just smiled, taking her hand and placing it on my bump.

“Are you kidding? Come on. At school everyone's just grabbing my belly all the time. It's crazy. But I'm a legend.”

“They call her the Cautionary Whale.” Craig added, having me as we both chuckled at the name.

“I can't feel anything. It's not moving for me.” She said sadly. I just frowned at her.

“You should try talking to it, supposedly they can hear you. Even though it's like 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea.”

“Hi, baby. It's me. It's Vanessa. I can't wait to meet you. Can you hear me, baby? Sweet angel?” Her face lit up with joy, and her eyes never once moved from her hand over my stomach. “I felt it. Oh, God. That was magical. Thank you. Thank you.”

—✧

“Oh, a little trip down Mexico way. And Greece and China, apparently. How many months has it been? You're getting huge.” Kenny asked, raising an eyebrow at me as I sat down beside him at lunch. After my glorious mall trip I met Kenny for lunch, at the buffet, to fuel my vicious appetite.

“Well, it's honing in on 6. You should see how weird I look naked.” I said shaking my head, making Kenny raise his eyebrows at me.

“I’m really okay, tempting offer though. I wish my fun bags would get bigger.” He whined, sighing as he began eating.

“You’re a man.” I said to him, but he just shrugged.

“So? I’m a man not a boy, which means I should totally have some fun bags.” He explained, making me shove him.

“God, trust me, you don't. I have to wear a fricking bra now… And rub all this nasty cocoa-butter stuff on myself so, like… I don't know, my skin won't explode.” I explained making Kenny nod along.

“Hot.”

“Why is everyone always staring at me?” I scoffed, glaring at the couple who walked by, glaring daggers into my shirt.

“Well, you are kind of convex, you know.” Kenny explained, surprising me he even knew that word existed.

“Who's been doing their geometry homework for once?”

“I have no choice. Beth has been grading me, like, so hard lately.” My face scrunched up in disgust.

“Do not call Mrs. Conner Beth.”

“Why?”

“Because my barf reflex is really heightened these days.”

“But Beth’s hot.”

“And you’re a horny man whore Ken, I don’t see your point.” I teased, causing Kenny to roll his eyes.

“Did you hear that Kyle is going to prom with Rebecca Cotswolds?”

I swear I could’ve chocked on my food.

“Rebecca? No way. He doesn't like Rebecca. Must be, like, a pity date or something.” I explained, remembering that Kyle did in fact not like Rebecca. Or atleast he told me he didn’t. Maybe it was just me who hated Rebecca because he asked Kyle to prom. Or maybe cause she smells like soup and I hate her stupid curly brown hair.

“I heard he asked her. And that they're going to Casa Bonita…And then prom and then Cartman’s cousins cabin. I know cause they asked me to go to. I said no, obviously, my baby’s gonna be born around then I need to prepare.” Kenny wiggled his eyebrows, leaning back in his chair, but I chose to ignore the last bit he said.

“He told me that Rebecca’s house smells like soup.” I said, making Kenny burst into laughter.

“Oh, my God, it totally does. I think their family is one of those families that buys thousands of cans of Campbell’s soups to donate the poor every year. They always give my family these cans in the mail that are half empty and all goey and old. He house is like Lipton landing. But, you know, boys have endured way worse things for nookie.” Kenny laughed at himself, and I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“Oh, please. There is no way that they're having sex. They wouldn't even be holding hands.” I shook my head, and Kenny shrugged.

“Wouldn't be so sure. He did it with you.”

“Yeah, because Kyle trusts me, you know? And we're best friends.”

“Are you jealous? I thought you said you didn't care what he did.”

I wasn’t jealous, really I wasn’t. I just hated the idea of Kyle and Rebecca together. I wasn’t jealous, I don’t get jealous, especially not with Kyle. He hates her, he does. God why did my chest hurt.

“Not jealous. Don't care. It's just I know Kyle doesn't like Rebecca. He shouldn't toy with her emotions because she seems pretty nice.” I took a long swig of my drink, before continuing to down it, causing Kenny to look at me with widened eyes.

“I'm really convinced.”

“Prom is for wenises anyway.” I said, slamming my empty glass back on the table. “As soon as you're old enough to go, it's so not cool anymore.”

—✧

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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bcofl0ve · 20 days

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I'm new here so sorry if you've talked about it before, but what's the tea between Austin and Olivia deJonge? a while ago I heard someone say that they had something during the filming of Elvis but that they are no longer close and don't follow each other on Instagram. they also said that Austin was unfaithful to Vanessa with her, but tbh I don't give these rumors about celebrities cheating much credibility unless they are 100% confirmed 😅 thanks!!

oh, my sweet summer child…*pats your head*. this has become a veryyy contentious topic on my blog so i don’t talk about it much anymore but since you’re a new fan looking for info, as was i once, i will do one Final brain dump about it.

he still follows her and her finstas that i don’t think she uses anymore lol, but yes olivia unfollowed him in september. something that is funny (at least to me) within the context that said unfollow was when she went out with sophie turner and taylor swift. like…what did blondie say that pushed you ever the edge girl LOL. then little miss instagram anxiety unfollowed 100 random accounts the next day trying to pretend it wasn’t selective.

this is also a little contentious because there isn’t proof proof in the form of like kissing photos or something (just beach pap photos from nov 2020 where they aren’t touching each other haha). but in my humble opinion they were involved during filming.

timeline gets a little messy at the start, but i do think re: some late december early january gossip about him being seen with olivia that austin and v were broken up a hot minute before it came out publicly on jan 14th 2020 so 🤷🏼‍♀️. don’t think it was some big affair. they were def broken up before jan 2nd, a day that will leave in infamy lmfao. olivia posted a photo in austin’s shirt, which v fans clocked immediately bc he’d wore in it on vacation with v. and this was jan 2nd, two weeks before the breakup went public. i wasn’t in the fandom for this, but as ive been told it was a real mess. olivia went private briefly, deleted the pics, asked the society fans to take the photos down and it was the beginning of instagram becoming the seemingly anxiety inducing thing for that that it is now.

(ex: after the oscars last year she posted some elvis filming throwbacks on her story as a nice little end of the era thing. one of her and austin she wrote ‘so proud 🥀 @austinbutler’ on. she then deleted that story, reposted it, deleted it again, and reposted it without the text.)

and i mean yeah- big (probably intentional) goof on her part with the shirt thing. but idk. she was 21 at the time, and i’m willing to give 21 year olds a little girl what are you doing grace.

whatever happened between her and austin, the most she’s done re ‘shade’ is liking a comment someone left on her page saying she deserved better when he was seen with lily rose and something got sent to deuxmoi that said he’d cheated on her (imo he didn’t. she was just hurt bc seeing him move on stung, or maybe the door that should have been fully shut wasn’t. lily was august 2021, he left australia march 2021)- and hanging out with v a handful of times mid 2022 (though she herself never posted about it, it was either other people or paps).

a lot of people on here reallyyyy don’t like her, but i’m a fan so that’s my girl. i have a real big soft spot for her, and a while ago when a friend of mine in the fandom at the time told me ‘oh the internet wasn’t nice to her at all’ in the months after the shirt debacle it really hurt my heart.

even with a little smidgeee of shade as explained above ^ i think she’s handled whatever maybe not so positive feelings she has towards him reasonably. they seemed to get a long just fine and happy during elvis press- esp so in toronto which my fav interviews of the two of them are from bc that press tour stop was just them and baz. she’s never said a negative world about him publicly, and i doubt she ever will. the most candid she’s ever been about elvis filming was an interview earlier this year where she said she did ‘a lot of growing up on that job’ and that she sees her life as before and after elvis. i think that’s the most “deep” she’ll ever go down that road, at least for a long while.

between her unfollowing him in sept, turning off her tagged photos in feburary. and recently deleting a comment v left on a post of hers within 30 seconds (i presume bc she knew just like we did that v was doing that for drama/attention, it was right after austin’s esquire interview where he briefly, respectfully talked about her), i think she’s genuinely trying to move on with her life. which can be hard! i never get over anyone! and if my personal read is right that she was a mix between a rebound and the priscilla to his elvis when he was really living in that man’s head that’s even more of an idk…niche heartbreak to have to wrestle with? whether the other party actually did anything wrong or not. i don’t think austin did anything to her or broke her heart with any malicious intent at all. none of the olivia/austin stuff changes how i see him as a fan. he’s a complex human, olivia is a complex human. that’s the gist.

#sorry for the essay LOL #lots of thoughts #lots of lore

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 8 months

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Coming to cash in that comfort fic my dude, mental health be failing me lol-

So I see you write for Security Breach? Mayhaps I get literally any animatronic (except perhaps maybe chica) comforting the reader after a difficult breakup?

I haven't requested anything from anyone in like a solid year I am rusty I am soooooo sorry

Bro felt

But don't worry about it, I gotchu

I don't really think I managed to stick with one character lmao

Also older sibling Vanessa supremacy

[e/n = ex's name]

Nap time

Even though you really didn't want to, you came into work on time. You and your partner had just broken up last night, so sleeping was pretty much out of the question. It had taken forever, but dawn finally broke, meaning you had to head to work at the Pizzaplex.

With lots of effort on your part, you got up and dressed in your uniform. Then, you got going to work.

Just stepping into the building drained even more of your energy. Today was checkup day for all of the animatronics, meaning that you had to go through and run diagnostics on everyone.

Freddy was first. He was his usual self, being very kind and cooperative. The only thing he needed was some oil for his chest hatch. He did notice that you were acting off, though.

"Superstar, are you alright?" Freddy asked as you finished up on the computer. You just stared at him for a second, not registering the question, before nodding your head. He seemed skeptical, but said, "Okay. Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me," before going to tell whoever was next that they could come in.

Monty didn't give you any issues, even though he usually hated getting his checkups. He had a few scratches that he had to get fixed, but other than that he was fine. When you finished, he patted your back, which was weird.

Roxy was perfect, as per usual, with nothing being wrong at all. She sat and talked to you the whole time, mostly about herself, but the chatter was nice anyways. It helped keep your mind off (e/n). Roxy gave you a high five and left.

Chica was the last out of the four, which was good because it meant you were almost done. Just the DJ and Sun and Moon. Same as Roxy, nothing was wrong.

The whole process had only taken about an hour, leaving you about 45 minutes before you had to see the DJ. You were hunched over your coffee mug in the break room when Vanessa came in. It was odd, considering she worked night shifts, but the thought didn't really register. You were starting to feel the effects of not sleeping the night prior. "Hey, y/n," Vanessa said as she walked to her locker.

"Hey."

"How's (e/n)?"

You paused, feeling tears starting to well up in your eyes. "We, uh. We broke up."

"Oh, shit. I mean, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bring that up." Vanessa pauses for a second before adding, "They sucked anyways. You deserve better."

For a bit the two of you just stayed in silence, before she came over and sat next to you, bumping your shoulder playfully. "We could go get drinks after our shifts if you'd like. Nothing like making that bastard regret leaving you. I mean, who would want to break up with you? You're so amazing and pretty. They're just dumb, I swear."

That made you smile slightly. "Sure. Come find me in the daycare whenever you're ready. I'll be in there until my shifts done," you say, downing the rest of your coffee and standing up. Vanessa lets out a "Whoop!" and you leave, going to check on the DJ.

Everything was fine with him, leaving just Sun and Moon. They both were horrible with Maintenace, but they managed to be somewhat okay if you were the one doing it.

When you reached the daycare, Sun was pacing by the door nervously. "Y/n! We've been waiting! Why aren't there any kids? Did we do something wrong? Is the Daycare in trouble again?"

He was referencing the time that one of the kids got a little too close to the edge of a structure and fell off. Thankfully, Sun was there and caught him, but the parents filed for negligence on the Daycare's part and it had to be closed down for safety inspections.

"No, Sunny. It's maintenance day, remember? Vanessa should have told you," you say.

"She's banned from the Daycare! She kept saying swear words around the kids!" Sun exclaimed, his head spinning in frustration.

"Okay, Sunny. I forgot, I'm sorry. Would you please sit down so I can do some checks?" You asked, gesturing to one of the kid sized tables. His head stopped and he sat down. Maintenance went well, except that Sun kept asking why you seemed so upset and tired. You told him everything, including your lack of sleep, and he gasped dramatically.

"That's just horrible! Y/n, you should be napping! You need sleep! Moon is gonna be so upset with you!" Sun said. Suddenly, when you said that he was good to go, he jumped up and went over to the lights. turning them off.

Moon came back to where you were sitting. Since he and Sun shared a mind, he already knew everything. "Please just sit for maintenance, Moon," you begged, already knowing what he was going to do.

"Fuck maintenance," Moon said as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and started to take you up to his and Suns bedroom. You could tell that Sun was berating him in their head for swearing.

Their bedroom was messy, but still livable. The bed was covered in various Fazbear branded stuffed animals. Moon gently laid you down, making sure that your head was propped up on a faz-branded pillow. He ran around and grabbed various blankets and even a few snacks before he sat down on the floor next to you.

"Sleep," Moon says, taking one of your hands into both of his.

"Moon, really, I'm fine. I have to check you, not to mention I'm still on the clock," you said, trying to sit up.

Moon softly pushes you back down and says, "Don't care. Go to sleep."

You sighed and decided to get a little more comfortable. Moon talked about random things, ranging from your how stupid your ex is to things that the kids have done since you've been gone. You start to drift off when Moon starts playing a lullaby.

"Goodnight, Starshine."

#anyways love you elliot #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock animatronics #fnaf monty #fnaf x reader #bean writes #elliot dad?

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