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ichorai · 8 months

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reset me ; wade wilson.

track twelve of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; wade wilson (deadpool) x mutant!reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; charles sends you to recruit deadpool into the x-men. expectedly, the bastard tries to weasel away from you—and when that doesn’t work, he resorts to his most lethal method: flirtation. that, and taping a kick me sign on your back.

words ; 1.3k

themes ; comedy, mild fluff and action, mutant au

warnings / includes ; mild injury/violence, sexual jokes and foul language, a lil bit of banter/terrible flirting, reader has the mutant ability to harness energy into ropes, wade steals blind al's crocs, reader's implied previous romantic relationship with wolverine, mentions of the rest of the x-men :)

Wade’s place smelled like greasy pizza, put-out cigarettes, and old socks. The door wasn’t locked—in fact, it was slightly ajar, and you could clearly hear Wade and Al bickering about missing Crocs.

“I swear I put them right here!” she vehemently exclaimed, gesturing to a potted plant.

Wade rolled his eyes. “Right—because you always hang your Crocs on our leafy greens.”

Al shuffled somewhere into the back of the house, complaining loudly to herself.

You took that as your cue to silently step in, standing just behind Wade, noting with mild amusement that he was wearing a pair of white Crocs. The very ones Al was searching for, you presumed.

In the blink of an eye, Wade whirled about on the heel of his squeaky, rubbery footwear and brandished a knife. Its strangely warm blade slotted against your throat just as you defensively raised your hands.

“Watch it, Wade,” you warned, though you were not at all worried. His knife lowered and flipped back into the depths of his fluffy bathrobe when he realized who you were.

“Oh. It’s you,” he said. The discolored flesh of his face twitched with a grin. “Did Mr. Metal Dick send you? The bullwhip substitute to watch over the class?” He snickered at his own joke, recalling your mutant ability to harness energy into the form of ropes.

“Piotr is off on vacation with Kitty,” you replied, propping your hands up on your hips.

Wade tipped his head back and guffawed. “Do you think he stays that way under the sheets?”

With a grimace, you pinched the space between your brows and sighed loudly. “Jesus, Wade—I don’t fucking know. Why don’t you ask him next time you see him?”

“Good idea.” He shuffled off to shuck open a box of day-old pizza on the table. “You want?”

“No thanks.”

“You sure? It’s pepperoni. You know how expensive it is to get pepperoni nowadays, in this economy? I’m offering you gold flakes on bread, here.”

“Mhm, I’ll pass.” After a considerable silence, only filled with Wade’s loud munching, you tested the waters by saying, “Charles actually sent me.”

Wade gestured at a chair and nudged for you to take a seat. “McAvoy or Stewart?”

“What? Charles Xavier, who’s McAvoy and Stewart?” You sank down onto the creaky wooden chair, frowning at the baby powder rimming the backboard. It was probably Al’s. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was Wade, though.

Ignoring your question, Wade tilted his head and asked, “How’s Yukio? And her emo-face Megasonic Nuclear Bomb-Head girlfriend?”

You smiled slightly, remembering how they were pestering Logan, who’d been working on fixing a motorcycle back at the mansion when you left.

“They’re fine. Wolvie, too.”

“No way!” exclaimed Wade. “Logie’s there, too? Jesus—whole damn gang’s there.”

“Except you,” you pointedly said.

Wade paused mid-chew. “Oh. Oh-ho-ho, I know what you’re doing here. Charles wants me to join his rag-tag team of circus freaks.”

“Wade—”

“The answer is no.”

“Come on—”

“And he wants me to be around all those kids? In a school? Has he met me?”

“Believe me, I don’t know what he’s thinking, either,” you told him, scoffing. “You’re the last person I’d expect to be on the team but… I trust Charles. If he wants you in, there must be a reason why.”

Holding his hands out, Wade shook his head. “Listen, I’m flattered, really, but Deadpool works solo. Except for that one time I formed the X-Force. But that was a team of people I hand-picked! The X-Men just doesn’t sound up my alley, y’know?”

You blew out a breath and fixed him with a serious expression. “Some day you’re gonna have to pull your head out of your ass and realize that there are people out there who are willing to be your friends. Your family. Don’t throw it away, Wade.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he studied you.

“You’re really bad with rejection, aren’t you?” he finally asked, quirking up a brow—or, at least where his eyebrow used to be—and crossed his arms. The Crocs he’d stolen from Al squeaked as he stood up and gestured to the door. “I’m surprised you didn’t go running back to Charles the moment I said no. I’m beginning to think you have a crush on me, or something. Not that I blame you. My face may be fucked but my dick works better than ever. Just ask Al. She’s blind as a bat, but she hears everything in this damn house.”

Immediately, you grimaced. “Ugh. Don’t be crass.”

“What? I thought you were into broken men. Like to pick up their pieces, don’cha? You and Wolvie had that fling once, no? He told me all about it.”

In truth, Logan had told him little to nothing about his brief relationship with you, but Wade had ruthlessly pestered him anyway.

You stiffened at his words, glowering. “You’re exasperating.”

“And you’re looking awfully lovely today. That frown really accentuates your eyes. Makes you look about a decade older.” Wade leaned his weight onto the table, leering over you, patting your back twice. “I find it very attractive.”

With a flick of your hand, a crimson coil of your harnessed energy shot out and thwacked him in his side, and he hissed out a string of curses, backing away from you. You’d burned right through his fluffy white robe, to his simultaneous dismay and astonishment.

“Jesus!” Wade glanced incredulously from you to the slight, shallow gash that formed by his ribs, already starting to heal itself. “That’s actually—that was so fucking cool. Do it again!”

Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself away and stood up. “Final time I’m asking. Yes or no?”

Wade pretended to give it a long, hard think. “Mmh…” He wrinkled his nose. “No.”

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling. “When Piotr comes back from vacation, he’s going to find you and he’s not gonna go as easy on you as I have.”

“Ooh, ouch. Hope he brings some lube with him.” Wade grinned wolfishly.

Completely fed up with him, you ripped out a wad of paper and a pen from your jacket’s pocket, scribbling down your phone number. You folded it in half before shoving it against his chest.

“I’m not giving up on you. I’m a competitive person, Wade. If Piotr was the one to convince you to join, I just wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re literally obsessed with me, I get it,” he remarked, sparing you a lopsided beam. He made a show of pocketing your number on the side of his robe that wasn’t burnt. “You little minx, you.”

With a final flick of your hand, you lashed out another coil around his foot, and made your way to the door just as he fell back onto the couch with a muffled oomf!

Just as you left, you heard Wade cackling to himself through the door you left partially ajar, just as it was when you came in. You chalked it up to him finding it funny that you managed to trip him over with your powers, and strode away from the shoddy house with your lips twitching upwards.

Wade, however, was laughing because he’d successfully pulled off taping a kick me sign onto your back without you noticing. A low and childish blow, but would certainly make for some fun banter whenever he saw you again—which, he suspected, would be pretty soon.

Plus, Wade thought you were pretty cute when you were riled up.

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guillotine-drop · 27 days

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Rating POSTAL Dudes by how good they smell:

POSTAL - 9/10: I think his habitual reclusion and distrust of the world would probably mean he’s showering constantly, moreso than any other Dude, especially if he thinks there’s a ‘Hate Plague’ going on. I think he smells basic; very simple routine, just enough to make sure he feels clean, so at most he’ll smell like some generic 3-in-1 body wash and shampoo/conditioner, maybe something slightly nicer just for himself (some decent $15 aftershave for that menthol scent and cooling relief).

POSTAL Redux - 3/10: Exact opposite of his original incarnation, this greasy son of a bitch isn’t scared of shit he just wants to throw explosives at ostriches and parades. Barely showers, constantly stinks of stale sweat, old blood, cheap leather and cheaper cologne, punctuated with the scent of burnt gunpowder. Borderline noxious.

POSTAL 2 - 4/10: Smells just as bad as Redux Dude but gets the edge here because every now and then he goes outside and uses the neighbor’s hose to blast himself. Shockingly uses deodorant, still not enough to be perpetually leather and denim clad in the great state of Arizona. Almost constantly reeks of sweat and has the recognizable yet faint scent of stale piss wafting off of him, accompanied by the scent of even staler crack and pungent fast food. Almost pungent enough to drown the rest out. Almost.

POSTAL 3 - 2/10: If you were to raid the wash cart after a double overtime football game, steal every jockstrap in the place, wring the sweat into a bucket, and then bring it all to a boil, you’d have somewhere in the realm of what a clean P3 Dude smells like. On average, however, this man has managed to combine the overwhelming sensory nightmares of cat piss and cheap spray deodorant into an almost lethal concoction, ONLY made breathable by the strange and overpowering smell of gasoline that seems to seep from his pores. Approach with caution and for the love of god: do not bring bleach or matches near this freak.

POSTAL 4: No Regerts - 5/10: Despite looking like he crawled out of a dumpster after a bad divorce or a fantastic honeymoon, P4 Dude is shockingly passable in terms of being able to stand next to him for a prolonged period without gagging or killing him. Having learned the efficacy of not being encased in leather in the desert, he’s managed to bring his pungency down several notches. Still reeks of sweat most of the time, and the smell of burger grease and pepperoni follows him like a specter of death, but the piss scent stopped clinging on as hard. He’s also upgraded from hose showers with no supplies to sink baths with tiny gas station travel soaps. It’s an improvement, trust me.

Brain Damaged - 2/10: Take a look at his living space in the title screen, then watch the game’s cutscenes. Just soak it all in. Now that you’ve done that, you can understand that his rank ass smells exactly as bad as you might think it does. If it can come out of his body, it’s probably soaking some part of him. If you think any of the clothes on him have been washed, you’re wrong. This man smells like if someone firebombed an outhouse and pissed on it to put it out. The best thing for him would be getting blasted with a firehouse and a box of laundry detergent. Please.

The Other Dude - 1-10/10: Entirely depends on how the BD Dude would imagine he smells depending on the situation.

POOSTALL Dude - 6/10: Despite the name, this one actually smells pretty decent. The clearly larger coat with the rolled sleeves implies some level of understanding about how not to smell like swamp ass and sweat soaked leather, and truthfully, he looks like he bathes semi-regularly, a rarity amongst these guys.

POSTAL Doe - 9/10: I admit fully and entirely to my lack of impartiality to this one, but I’m willing to stand by it even if I lose my Stink Judge License: first of all, sleeveless leather trench coat AND a crop top mean less overheat which means less sweat. Second of all, visually cleaner than pretty much any of the dudes which implies some kind of self care regimen. Third, and most importantly, girlstink counts positive. I will not be turning in my badge or my gun.

Movie Dude - 8/10: This may be controversial, but despite the squalor he lives in and the fact that hems a cuckold and that his life sucks and that he can’t get a job and that he’s a loser- I digress. I think Movie Dude is in the top echelons of Dude Stink solely because I think he’d have a breakdown if he smelled bad. This man uses Dr. Teals. He stinks like a mix of eucalyptus and peppermint. If ever there was a Dude who had a skin routine, he still wouldn’t, but he’d definitely think about it one day. I think by the end he gets an extra point just because he gets a little hotter the more deranged he is. Overall very pleasant but I still wouldn’t give him $4.

John Murray - 2/10: Hasselridge seems to have a very… interesting relationship with what is and isn’t normal, so unsurprisingly, Johnny Boy would probably smell pretty rough. Considering how dingy, run down and shitty everything in that town appears to be, I can’t imagine anyone else is smelling like roses either. Just avoid the entire place, not least of all because of the zombie thing.

Shtopor - 0/10: Bad.

Nottem Portant - 5/10: Despite the misanthropy, dollar store Nathan Explosion thing and the absolutely abysmal gameplay, Mr. Hatred is actually extremely middle of the road on stink. Sure, he doesn’t smell great, but shockingly he washes his ass despite the whole ‘death to humanity’ thing. He does get point deduction for not washing his hair though, grease mop motherfucker.

#yeah dude #postal #postal dude #postal redux #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4 #postal brain damaged #poostall royale #postal movie #eternal damnation #corkscrew rules #hatred #I stand by most of these. your guess as to which one(s) is the outlier

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tarousbaby · 7 months

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ONE FOR ME !

- KAGEYAMA TOBIO STORY

best friend's brother trope !

kinktober day one!

implied praise kink, oral, small age gap, penetration, pwp

masterlist <3

sypnosis

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining.

warnings: time skip! (you are 24, tobio is 20), alcohol, mentions of smoking

word count: 3973

the kageyama house had definitely seen better days, you decided, when you walked through the door.

miwa cracked a half-smile, before grimacing when she swiped some dust off the doorframe. she turns to you as you kick off your shoes, and laughs. "it just needs a bit of fixer-upping!" she argues, which earns a small giggle out of you.

"there's no task too small for me," you retort, as she leads you to the bedroom hall.

"um, so you're going to have to stay in tobio's old room, i hope that's alright," she sighs, stopping outside the farthest door. there's a few nicks in the doorframe, probably from repeated slamming of the door. it'd been a while since you'd been in there. since your senior year of high school, which was weird considering you were now throwing your graduating party for college.

"no, it's fine," you assure her, pushing the door open. it was kept clean, clearly only used on the rare occasions he chose to come home. he had a nice bed, at least, big and comfy.

you plop your bag down on his desk chair, and sit down on the bed. miwa watches, biting her lip, still unsure if you were actually okay with it. "i mean," you drawl, "it's only for a weekend, right?"

her shoulders visibly sag with relief, and she nods with a beam. "only a weekend," she assures, then her smile turns devilish, "now, i think we have a party to plan."

two days later, you're standing in the masses of people you'd met in your years of college, and some you hadn't. there's a red beer cup in your hand, and every now and then miwa pops up to thank you ten times over for helping.

you'd managed to clean the house while she went out and bought the supplies. the party had turned out just as you'd hoped, streamers and lights hanging from the banisters. miwa had even dug out her old sound system from high school.

you prefered to stand in the back, by the kitchen island, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers around you. it was easier that way, especially knowing miwa was going to get shit-faced and you'd have to be the one to clean up the majority of things.

miwa, ever the stylist, had dressed you up in honor of the night. she'd managed to convince you into wearing a tiny black skirt and a lacey white cami. true to her actual profession, she'd messed around with your hair a bit too.

now, you watched with delight as miwa made her way through the crowd, men hanging off her arms fighting for her attention as she tried to have a genuine conversation with everyone who'd attended. it was hilarious to watch her dodge them all, knowing she had a very loyal boyfriend just a few towns away.

miwa stumbled over to you, babbling the whole time. she leaned heavy against your side, sipping out of her own solo cup. she slurred your name, heavy breaths fanning across your cheek. you resist the urge to laugh at her. "hey, how's the party goin'?"

"it's alright, miwa, are you having fun?" you ask softly, smiling at her. she nods excitedly.

"i'm gonna order some more pizza," she says, pulling out her phone, "any requests?"

you contemplate for a moment. "pepperoni and mushrooms?" she wrinkles her nose, but types it into her phone along with a long list of other foods. "do you mind waiting outside for it?"

you shake your head, "not at all. you go have fun!"

she lets out a short huff, suddenly sober. "well, i want you to have fun too," she pouts. you brush her off with a wave of your head, pressing the order button on her phone.

"it's fine, miwa, really. i'm enjoying myself. i need a little air anyway."

"if you say so," she mumbles, before perking at the call of her name. she giggles out a goodbye before running off to the person who'd called for her. you sigh with a soft shake of your head.

outside is cool, the summer air warm and hazy, but the wind cooling down the temperature considerably. it's nice against your sweaty skin, and you tie your hair up to get it off the back of your neck as you try and take in deep breaths.

the scent of smoke and alcohol was too heavy in there, it almost made you claustrophobic. you sit down on the step of the porch, the stone slab cutting into the backs of your thighs as you try to push down your skirt as far as it could go to no avail.

your head thumps with the sounds of the party inside, and you finish off your drink before placing the empty cup beside you. your hands come to rest in your lap, fingers tapping on the backs of your hands as you wait.

it's only a few minutes before a car pulls up.

your brows furrow. it definitely should've taken way longer than that, considering how long miwa's order was and how late it was. standing up, you brush off your skirt as you make your way down the porch.

a figure slips out of the car, slamming the door behind him and walks right up to you.

tobio.

"oh!" you startle, jumping as he stands a few feet away from you, "tobio, i didn't know you'd be coming home..." you say, a bit awkward as you rub at the back of your neck.

his dark blue eyes rake up your body, flashing under the moonlight. you pretend not to notice the way they catch on the edges of your skirt and the lace of your cami. eventually, they meet your eyes.

he's grown up. a lot.

you'd seen him, in photos from miwa, but nothing compared to how he looked in person. almost like a real life adonis. you can see how chiseled he is through his compression shirt and baggy sweats. his pale skin glistens, and he smells of freshly applied cologne.

"what are you doing here?" his voice is gruff, but not unkind. he looks behind you to the party, and then to the dozens of cars parked along the sidewalk. "why's half the goddamn town here?"

his tone is a little more pressing at that second question, to which you bite your lip. miwa would've told you if she knew tobio was coming home, and on top of that she probably wouldn't have given you his room.

behind you, the sound of some bass-boosted song plays.

"miwa threw a party," you say, trying not to sound stupid or awkward, "we didn't think you'd stop by." you still remember the little boy he used to be, always angry and frustrated, tossing a volleyball around in the back yard as you and miwa giggled at him when he messed up.

he never talked to you much, other than weird gazes you'd catch whenever you were over. it was no secret little tobio had a crush on his big sister's best friend. he was too young then.

he scoffed, "i didn't even think miwa still came by here."

you watch as he shoves his hand in his pockets, for some reason unable to meet your eyes now. you shrug, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. "to be fair, you don't stop by very often either," you argue.

he rolls his eyes, but it has no bite to it. he knows you're right. you beckon him forward, and suddenly waiting for the pizza floats to the back of your mind. "want a drink?" you ask.

"sure," he laughs, a little breathless and follows you inside.

nobody notices the two of you slip back in, too busy with themselves and others to be bothered. he follows you to the kitchen, always only a step behind you as you worm through the crowd. eventually, you break through to your previous spot and show him the arrangement of drinks to pick from.

you can feel him behind you, the warmth of his body heat. he leans over you, his pec pushing into your shoulder. your face alights, and he grabs a wine bottle and pops off the cork. very sophisticated.

he takes a sip from the bottle, and you watch as a bit of red dribbles down the side of his mouth. as he places the bottle down, your hand subconsciously raises and wipes at it.

tobio raises a brow, a small chuckle falling from his lips. his eyes meet yours, and you quickly look away, wiping your thumb on your shirt.

he stands there, behind you, eyes stuck on you as you rub at the back of your neck. a group of people come bustling into the kitchen, clearly drunk and cups of beer in hand.

you shrink back instinctively, and your back comes to meet tobio's chest. the kitchen wasn't very big to begin with, but with an extra seven people there was barely enough space to extend your arms.

tobio's hand rests on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh in an almost protective way. you can smell his cologne, stronger this time, and your lashes flutter.

you don't even know what happens next, but later you're told someone had slipped on an empty solo cup, knocking into someone else. in the end, you ended up with one whole beer cup spilled directly on your chest, soaking you to the bone.

you shriek, the stench of beer wafting up, but your scream is hidden under the layers of party sounds. but then, your whole world twists as your whirled around and buried into tobio's chest.

your brain starts to slow for a second, enveloped in his warm embrace. there's nothing you want to do more in that moment than wrap your arms around his waist and properly hug him. but your chin lifts just in time to see him shove the guy who'd poured his cup on you.

"who the hell do you think you are?" he shouts, lip curled back in a snarl, arm wrapped protectively around you.

it was nice.

but he was also your best friend's little brother.

the guy stumbles back, raising his hands as if to say, "i'm innocent" but tobio doesn't care for that. he continues to shout, and one of the guys friends looks to you for help.

taking in a deep breath, you pull yourself back from his grip, catching his attention. you place both your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

"hey, shh," you coo, "it's fine, it's just a shirt."

"no!" tobio shouts, "that guy's a douche and you deserve an apology."

you look at him weakly, unable to find the words to fight back. he breaks then, shoulders sagging upon seeing your expression. he grabs your hand, and trudges towards the bedroom hall. "c'mon," he huffs.

he stops right outside his room, and you don't even get the chance to protest because he's pulling you inside in under a second. he falls short though, upon seeing it.

in your sleep the night prior you'd managed to kick his blankets all the way to the end of the bed, his pillows displayed messily across the top. your bag was open at his desk, some of your clothes hanging on the back of his chair. you wince. "I didn't get to clean..."

his lips part, and he blinks a few times, still staring at his bed. "you stayed here?"

you sigh, "yes, and i'm so sorry. miwa said it was fine, so i assumed she texted you. again, so so sorry--"

he cuts you off, "no, it's fine. just surprised, that's all."

you purse your lips. "you sure?"

he nods, and he turns to you. you immediately notice how glued his eyes are to your breasts, your white shirt soaked through to openly show the fact you hadn't worn a bra.

your nipples peak through the shirt, and shame courses through you. you shy away, arms crossing in front of you as you look to the side. you shuffle off, overly aware of his eyes on you, as you begin to dig through your bag.

"fuck."

tobio frowns, "what's wrong?"

you run a hand through your hair, pulling out the tie. "this was my last clean shirt."

you can practically hear tobio's heart skip a beat with how startled he looks. you look at him helplessly, still attempting to cover up. you move to leave, an excuse of stealing something of miwa's when he blocks you with an arm.

"you can take something of mine," he says, biting on his lip as he stares away, "i...i don't want you going back out there looking like that."

you almost want to roll your eyes and say, "looking like what?" but you don't. you knew after years of growing up with him that he was naturally protective. he steps away once he's assured you won't make a break for the door and digs through his drawers until he comes up with a simple navy-blue t-shirt.

you don't even need to try it on to know it's going to be huge on you.

he hands it over to you, to which you thank him gratefully. he turns around, but you don't miss the way his cheeks tint pink as he stares at the wall. you peel off your beer-soaked cami and slip his on top, shuddering at the friction.

it smelled like him too.

you even dare to wiggle out of your skirt, tossing it into your bag. you clear your throat, a sign that he can turn around. he doesn't say anything, and you try not to look too awkward.

pinching the sides of the shirt and pulling out, you give a little twirl and say, "how do i look?"

it was intended as a joke, an attempt to cut the thick tension, but he takes you seriously.

he coughs, and stares at his hands, "you, uh, you look good."

complimenting was never his forte.

you can't help it, a small snicker escapes your mouth, and soon enough your full-heartedly laughing at him, trying to cover your noises with a palm to your mouth.

he huffs, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips.

you sit down on his bed, and your body feels warm. you can't tell if it's from the heat of his shirt, the bed, or even the alcohol. he comes to sit next to you, falling back into his rustled sheets with a sigh.

you settle down next to him, and count the cracks in the ceiling in order to ignore the burning in your core. you seriously needed to calm down.

"does miwa always throw these parties?"

you hum. "sometimes, though this was the first one here since high school. uh, after your grandpa passed she didn't do a lot in college for a good while. usually she hosted them on campus or something."

he nodded. the silence fell heavy again.

you turn your head, taking in a deep breath and try to give him a smile. "do you go to parties?" you inquire, "you're in college now...your first year, right?"

he clicks his tongue. "i've been to a few," he scratches behind his ear, "mostly ones i get forced into going to. i never found them very fun."

you get warmer. maybe it is the alcohol, but you scooch a little closer and rest your head on his bicep. you've never seen his eyes widen that much, but he looks at you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"me neither," you whisper, "don't tell your sister."

you don't let tobio get the chance to understand the double meaning of that, because some surge of confidence pushes through you in that moment. all logical thinking flies out the window, becuase who cares? you're an adult, he's an adult, miwa's partying. he clearly wants you.

you kiss him, a hand placed on his chest, and your hair seperating a curtain between the two of you and the outside world. he tastes of wine, almost bitter, and you love it.

he's still for a moment, but then his lips move against yours and suddenly your flipped onto your back. his hand his on your shoulder, his other on your hip as he stares at you with husky eyes.

your shirt--or well, his shirt--has been pushed up to show your exposed abdomen but more importantly, your lack of skirt. tobio takes a particular interest in your lacey white panties, thumb rubbing over their hem.

he contemplates for a moment. "are you sure you want this?"

you don't waste a single second.

"yes," you nearly plead, and pull him down by the neck for another heated kiss. you can feel him rock up against your core, painfully hard already. you whine into the kiss, wanting to feel more of him.

his hand moves from your shoulder to push up your shirt, and your back arches upon the cold air blown across your skin. your nipples harden, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

tobio's warm hands rub up and down your sides, tracing the line of your ribs. he breaks the kiss, mouthing down your jaw onto your neck and sucking a deep red mark into the flesh of your skin.

you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, back still trying to pathetically arch into his touch.

"tobio," you pant, "i need more."

"patience," he chastises, but you can tell he speeds up. his lips move a little faster, sucking lighter marks across your neck and collarbone. you're about to sit up to take off the shirt when he stops you.

"keep it on," he pants, "you look so pretty with it. all dressed up in my clothes."

now, that does things for your ego and for the heat growing between your legs.

his lips latch around your right nipple, and his hand comes to twist and play with your left. his tongue is so warm, lapping up at your sensitive nub.

your hands come up to tug at his hair, curling in inky black locs. his eyelashes flutter when you give it a small tug, his teeth scraping against your nipple in a way that made you hiss pleasurably.

he peppers kisses along your breasts and ribs, and you can feel the slick beginning to stain your panties.

"please," you mewl, pushing up against him. he chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs. his grin is devilish, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation.

he takes your panties, and pushes them to the side, revealing your pussy. "so wet," he whispers, almost amazed. he takes one finger and runs it through your folds, collecting your slick and smearing it across your thighs.

quickly, he leaves a few love bites along the smooth expanse of your thighs, making your breath catch in your throat. everytime you think he's about to finally touch you, he goes back to your knee and works his way up again.

he admires his work, and you tighten your thighs around his head as a sort of warning to hurry up. he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you closer to the edge of the bed. your back arches, and you try to resist the urge to buck your hips.

you aren't ready for when he finally makes one long stripe through your folds. it feels like a hundred electric shocks are coursing through your body, lighting you aflame. you let out a hitched cry of pleasure, hands curling in his hair, pushing further into his face.

tobio eats you out like you're his last meal. you don't know where he learned how, but it's genuinely shocking. the same boy who you taught how to properly serve a volleyball, was now eating you out like your life depended on it.

you couldn't help the symphony of noises that escaped you. the heat of his tongue made you clench around nothing as he sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning around your flesh. you never striked him as the kind of guy to be a service top, but you were enjoying it, nonetheless.

he sucks against your skin, trying to get every taste of you he can, openly groaning at the taste of your slick. your legs twitch and shudder, and you try your hardest not to clamp around his neck. "need to feel you, tobio," you moan, pulling his head up. he looks at you, eyes heavy-lidded, his arousal clear as day.

"i don't have a condom," he stutters, and you shake your head.

"i don't care," you whine, pulling him close, so his torso is flesh against yours, "need you now."

you sound horribly pathetic and he must find it cute or he doesn't care because he's complying to your whiney demands with no issue.

he fumbles with the string of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. you feel your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he's long, not the thickest you've ever seen, but definitely the longest. you know he's going to hit all the right spots.

you reach forward, taking him into your hand and giving him a few long pumps. his tip is a cute flushed red, veins tracking up his cock. "so pretty, tobio," you slur, to which he blushes bashfully. "this is the kind of dick girls brag about, y'know..."

he presses a kiss to your cheek. "will you?"

you giggle, "not unless you give me reason to."

that ignites a flame in him. ego was one thing tobio took very seriously.

he drags his tip through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. occasionally, his head will catch on your clit and elicit a whimper from you. he aligns himself with your hole, leaning over you, and pressing more kisses to your breasts to try and ease you and get your muscles to relax.

you breathe in and out a few times until your body properly relaxes, and you're melting wax into his hands.

you take back everything you said about him not being big. tobio fills you up like he was made for you. as if your pussy was molded to fit the shape of his cock. he curves in just the right spot, and after a few testing pushes, he manages to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

it's no surprise you're cumming only minutes after he starts.

"tobio!" you cry out, gripping onto his shoulders, "'m gonna cum!"

he huffs, burying his face in your neck, "cum for me, baby, i wanna hear you. show those assholes what they're missing out on."

sparks alight along your spine, and you're arching into him, screaming his name as you cum. it might've been the biggest climax you'd ever had.

you're shivering and whimpering, letting him pound into you until his own release. he finishes soon too, having been hard for way too long. he's trying to muffle his grunts, but you know they're clear as day to anyone who's in the kitchen. you'd be surprised if the whole house didn't hear you.

eventually, he finishes in you, pumping his seed in with a few slow thrusts. he sits there for a moment, still inside you as he takes deep breaths to recollect himself. eventually he slips out, but he plugs you up with two of his fingers to keep his cum from dripping out.

tobio lays down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, heavy pants fanning across your breasts.

"was i good?" he asks weakly.

"you were wonderful."

the next morning, you wake up to a string of texts from miwa.

oops.

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huihuiheart · 6 months

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Kinktober D7: Savory - Wonwoo

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Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Afab! Reader

Genre: Slight angst (tiny), fluff, smut

Summary: Wonwoo is there to comfort and remind you of things whenever the negative thoughts start to take hold, and he has every intention of showing you just how much he loves you.

Warnings: Food guilt, implied negative body image, fingering, lots of praise, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1389

“Wonu I’m in the mood for something, you know… bad for me.” You tell him with a pout making him actually look up from his book now that you’ve answered in regards to what you want for dinner.

“That’s okay love, we’ve cooked at home a lot and it’s been a lot of work. Sometimes it’s okay to go with what will make you joyful, even if your mind tries to guilt you for it.” He assures you, putting his bookmark on the page before setting it aside, “In regards to what comfort food you want though, you’ll need to be slightly more specific as bad for you doesn’t really narrow it down all too much.”

You pout a little more at the light teasing though he’s quick to kiss it away, “ Hm.. what about pizza? Oh with extra cheese and bacon and pepperoni, and maybe feta? We can get it from that place with the really good garlic crust too. Please Wonu.”

He nods, giving in immediately to your light pleads, “Of course, but only if we’re getting an order of garlic knots too. We can’t have pizza without that.”

The way you light up at his words make him smile even more as he gets up to get his phone and put the pizza order in for you both. And for a while the world is good until the food gets there and you start to feel a little bit guilty. Wonwoo frowns as he notices the look on your face and what it means.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been taking such good care of your body and working so hard. Forcing yourself to make and eat something else when this is what your heart is telling you it needs to make you feel good emotionally isn’t worth it. Listening to your body includes your emotional needs too.” You know he’s right, but it’s not enough to make you give in right away. Now until he takes a bite and kisses you after, licking into your mouth so that you can get a taste of what you’ve been craving and that is what makes you cave finally.

Wonwoo's encouragement is all it takes for you to eat your fill, heart feeling warm and fuzzy at both his affections and at getting the comfort food you've been craving. Though he chuckles when he sees you pout at licking your lips.

"What is it now sweetheart?" He inquires softly, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

"I feel like I can feel the grease on my skin." You explain and he chuckles taking your hand.

"It's possible, but it's also possible that now that your stomach is nice and full you can focus on other things like how you've had a long day and your skin has since gotten oily." He explains leading you to the bathroom and getting you a headband to hold the hair back and start washing your face for you. Leaning in to give little pecks all the while, "You're so gorgeous, you know that. So beautiful for me."

His soft praises make you whine, but you don't squirm until he's done and his kisses are trailing to your neck, "My beautiful girl, do you know what you do to me?"

"I-..." You're cut off by a soft moan when he nips at your sweet spot, "What…What to I do to you Wonu?"

His hand takes yours and leads it to the bulge in his sweatpants, "All this and so much more sweetheart. You'll let me show you how beautiful you are to me won't you?"

All it takes is a soft nod before he's carrying you to bed, leaving little pecks all over your face before kissing you deeply, letting you taste him and it almost seems better with the savory taste of your comfort there as well. Wonwoo grinding down softly as you both make out for who knows how long before he slowly grows impatient. Hands slowly slipping your shirt up and off you, exposing new skin for his lips to worship with kisses and little love bites that'll leave only a faint mark with how gentle he is with them today.

Wonwoo gently kneads your breasts through the bra at first, his lips trailing along the edge of it before he finally folds and takes it off so he can give you even more appreciation. His kisses soon lead to your nipples before his lips finally wrap around one, sucking softly to draw out even more of your moans that he loves so much.

"That's it sweetheart, just let me know how good you feel with those pretty sounds of yours and leave everything else to me beautiful." Wonwoo praises softly switching to give your other nipple the same attention before his kisses are trailing lower as his hands start to undo your pants.

"But Wonu." When you start whining out a protest all you get is a harsher nip and a warning glare before you concede and melt beneath his ministrations. Lifting your hips to help him finish undressing you and so that he can trail his lips lower for you now. His lips pressing softly to your hip as a finger swipes through your folds to collect your wetness before rubbing softly at your clit. He suckles a faint mark onto your hip, before he’s slowly kissing back up and slipping a finger in. He works it slowly as he worships the skin on your chest and stomach. However, when he slips in a second finger his lips are back up to yours, kissing you and stealing away the sounds you make into his mouth as his thumb circles your clit.

“Love my fingers so much don’t you, my beauty?” Wonwoo doesn’t expect a verbal answer from you, not with the way he curls his fingers just the way you like after asking. Content for your moans to be answer enough for him. Confidence soaring due to it as well, making him all the more determined to make you cum on his fingers while he commits your sounds and the feeling of your lips to his memory.

“You always taste better when you’re happy like this.” Wonwoo praises into the kiss, “Bet you cum harder too, don’t you sweetheart? Why don't you show me?"

His praises and requests of you tip you over the edge as he begins licking into your mouth again. Your moans sending shivers down his spine as he rides you through the high, gently he's slipping his fingers out and putting them in his mouth with a moan.

"Wonu." You're whining when he seems to be hypnotized by the taste of you on his fingers, wanting his attention back on you again.

"Sorry sweetheart, I got carried away didn't I?" He apologizes, giving a soft peck to your pout before he's working to strip himself. "Is this what you want, my beauty? For me to show you every last ounce of my love?"

When you nod it makes him chuckle, lining up to slowly start pressing into you. One hand lifting your leg up to wrap around him before it rests on the mattress besides your hips. His other hand cupping your cheek as he leans down to kiss you with the first soft roll of his hips into yours. Wonwoo keeps it short and sweet though before he's pressing his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes as he picks up the pace a little bit. The eye contact is intense and makes you fluster and shy away a little bit, before Wonwoo is gently turning your face to look at him again.

"Don't do that sweetheart. I want to see all that I do for you…to you. Just like I want you to see all that you do to me, my beauty." He urges you as he takes his time, but with a precision that reminds you just how dedicated he is to you and your body.

"Okay Wonu… I'll show you what you do to me…so long as I can see you falling apart for me as well." You pant out between moans earning yourself another kiss and whisper of I love yous against your lips before he's looking into your eyes again.

"For you my beauty… I will always fall…"

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ynbabe · 1 year

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The dinosaur- Dick Grayson x Male! Reader- pt.2

Word count: 1,017

Genre: series

Warnings: lime, cursing

Pg rating: All

Male implied

“What are you watching?” the voice came up abruptly from behind you. You were used to it now, the random drop in’s, the half-dying, half bickering, fully bleeding out in your bathroom and then walking out of the guest room the next morning with a small, “Hi, Y/N.” and disappearing again.

“Criminal Minds,” you said, “Dick’s at work,” you continued without looking.

You felt a dip in the sofa next to you, the clink of boots on the glass coffee table, it was funny to see the difference, truly, you were older than him, but still, next to him you looked like a skinny nineteen-year-old.

“Day off?” he asked, taking his mask off, and throwing it to the other side of the L-sofa.

“Obligatory, a problem with Blockbuster, tore out the full first floor.” You gossiped with the younger boy in disbelief, still focused on the screen.

He hummed at your words, watching the show with you, “Dick come in and save everyone?”

“Like a knight in shining armour.” You joked knowing that his younger siblings hated when you both acted ‘lovey-dovey’ (Tim’s words, not yours)

“Y/N please,” he whined, you hadn’t expected to become so close with the younger boys, especially Damian who had almost killed him the first time they met, but surprisingly they all got along.

Your nose crinkled with disgust as the metallic scent of blood hit you like a brick wall.

“You shoot someone?” you inquired, a hint of disgust in my voice. You didn’t mind Jason killing bad guys but you hated guns, having plenty of encounters with them yourselves.

“Nah, not today,” he drawled shifting slightly, “did get shot though.”

“Hmmm-WHAT!?” You jumped off the sofa, eyes wide, looking at the boy in front of me.

“Relax-” he began nonchalantly but you grabbed him by the cuff of his tan leather coat, dragged him to the washroom and made him sit in the tub as you had with Dick a hundred times before.

Of course with Dick you could get in the tub with him, straddling his waist to fix him up but with Jason you had lean over the tub, awkwardly moving yourself to help him.

You took off his jacket, “Whoa there, at least take me to dinner first-”

“Later, first bullet wound.” You immediately got to work. Searching the blood-soaked grey shirt to find the source of the bleeding, ultimately deciding to cut out the shirt.

“You know the others have bulletproof suits right?” You told him, cleaning up the blood with a piece of cotton, being careful not to apply too much pressure.

“Yeah but this is so much more fun and I get to meet my favourite of my brother’s partners.” He smiled up at you and you returned the expression.

You gave the boy a wet towel to bite on.

You pulled out the bullet, it was easy for you, after years of EMT training and practice with Dick’s constant injuries, you could call yourself an expert in fishing bullets out of sarcastic vigilantes.

You disinfected the wound and began stitching, you would give him something for the pain but alcohol was a blood thinner and you didn’t want him to bleed out.

“Tequila after this big boy,” you breathed out slowly patting his shoulders, beginning to stitch up the wound.

A painful fifteen minutes later the boy was as good as new, wrapped up in gauze sitting on your sofa, drinking a bottle of Tequila and eating the leftover pizza you and Dick had for dinner yesterday.

You walked out of your room and sat back next to him, taking a sip out the bottle, “Called Dick, and he said he’ll be home soon,” he smiled at you and pushed the box of mushroom and pepperoni pizza towards, all the mushrooms picked off, onto two slices which he had left for you.

“You know,” he slurred his words, more than half the bottle empty now, “Dick, was almost like a father to me?” he confessed and you questioned if you should be here or not, “I mean yeah, Dad was always there but Dick was actually there,” Oh wow, he was really out of it, wasn’t he ?.

He leaned on your shoulder, shuffling to find a comfortable position, “I think that's why we like you, me, Tim, even Damian, you’re there,” your expression softened and you relaxed into the sofa so the younger boy would find it easier to rest, “You're there for him to you know, he talks about you constantly,” he complained.

“He does?” You asked but Jason had fallen asleep. how they did it you never could understand.

You smiled and dug into your pizza, pulling out individual mushrooms and throwing it into your mouth.

“Hey-” Dick yelled from the door, putting his keys in the bowl on the kitchen table, you shushed him, nodding towards the sleeping boy.

“hey,” he said much softer than before, “you replacin’ me?” he joked, pulling off his jacket and hanging it on the coat hanger.

“Yeah, he gave me all the mushrooms,” you kicked the empty pizza box, “and he told me you can’t stop talking about me,” you whispered in a sing-song voice, smirking at the blushing man who ducked down to kiss you on the lips.

“Who wouldn’t wanna talk ‘bout you sweetheart.” It was your turn to blush now, you tried to get up but were pulled back down by the boy who was sleeping on your shoulder.

“Come on, let me help ya,” he pulled Jason up by the waist, one hand supporting his shoulders, he waited for you to stretch your shoulder, having gone through it with his siblings before, you rolled your shoulder with a whine and a sigh.

You pulled Jason’s arm over your shoulder, standing up at the same time, walking to the guest bedroom and dropping the boy on the bed, Dick tucked him in and walked out of the room with you.

You shut the lights in the apartment and walked into your room, “You know I love you, right?” You told him as you began to get ready for bed, “I’m always gonna be here for you,” you jumped into bed, pulling the blanket over you, laying your head on his chest, and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I know, I love you too,” he replied, kissing the top of your head, and falling asleep.

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blizzardstarx · 2 months

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And you’ll never see the reasons I had, for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you.

Cat!Vanessa AU Fic

Warning: Child/animal death, child/animal abuse, a LOT of gore, implied suicidal thoughts (?)

A/N: I have not written in years 😭 last thing I've written about cats/warrior cats was three years ago, and my English is kinda ass. Also, everything is the same except they are cats and some things are replaced with cat-related things or actions. The pizza is cat-safe. The animatronics/suits don't exist and instead are replaced with a kind of illusion that is still called suits that makes William or the ghost kids look like the respondent animals. The suits have spring locks. Also, some lines and scenes have been inspired by the movie novelization. Her cat character is slightly inspired by my character study essay of her 💀 which had a bunch of theories and headcanons.

The fic is divided into three parts, marked by the snowflake time skips. Vanessa’s happiest day is the three snowflakes, two snowflakes being the cat retelling of the FNAF movie, and one snowflake is the end scene with Vanessa and William.

Total stats: 6038 words, 33061 characters

Fic word count: 5868

Be compliant. Lay low. Don't disobey him.

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It was Vanessa's happiest day. She had turned six moons old! She could taste the rich pepperoni pizza that wafted through the air on her tongue, a soft smile on her face as a euphoric feeling filled her body. Today was perfect. Her father, William Afton, was amazing in creating this place. It was going to be the best day ever, spending it at Freddy's with her friends and family!

Vanessa had brought her plane plush with her, the orange toy in her jaws, setting it down on one of the tables. Her father had given it to her just as Freddy’s had had its grand opening. Vanessa remembered the squeal of happiness that had come out of her mouth as he gifted it to her, softly smiling. She recollected her father’s praise, her father pressing his nose to hers affectionately. She’d carried it around everywhere with her since. The she-cat’s ears perked up as she heard the small thudding of her brother's paws, followed by a few others. She turned around, spotting the group of kits. Vanessa bounded towards them, feeling the fuzzy floor beneath her tickle her paws. She approached one particular kit, a light cream tom who was barely taller than her.

A soft yelp came out of the tom's mouth as Vanessa tackled him, her blue eyes shining happily.

"You're here!"

Her brother, Cassidy chuckled underneath her.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss this for anything! And I brought our friends here," he said, a grin on his face as Vanessa got off of him, letting her brother stand on his paws.

Soft chuckling could be heard around her as Cassidy got to his paws, shaking his fur out. Vanessa glanced at the crew gathering around them, seeing a mix of colors. A golden she-kit, Susie, twitched her whiskers as she glanced at the two littermates. They were almost identical, but Cassidy was a bit taller than her, had four light paws, and was a few moons older than her, even though Vanessa felt as if they were twins. The blueish gray tom, Jeremy, was audibly laughing, while the red tom Fritz let out a soft mrrow of amusement. Gabriel, a brown tom, was the most composed, but his brilliant blue eyes shone with held-back laughter.

“This place is so cool, I can’t believe your father made this!” Fritz yipped, the three-legged cat prancing around the place.

Susie’s mouth watered at the delicious scents as she sniffed the air, following after the red tom with her cupcake plushie in her mouth. The four others followed them as they explored the pizzeria, playing the arcade games.

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They’d settled on sitting down at the table that Vanessa had put her toy airplane on, munching on the delicious pizza and talking. Vanessa closed her eyes as she savored the taste, praising how good it was in her mind. Music played over the speakers, playing in the background as Fritz made up a story about how he lost his leg, even though everyone knew he had been born like that. The pizzeria felt a bit empty, Vanessa’s eyes landing on the empty stage across the room. I wonder what Daddy’s going to put there? She thought, flicking her tail.

No one had yet noticed that Susie was gone, and her cupcake plushie with her.

The five finished their pizzas, and suddenly, Gabriel looked around, his blue eyes wide. “Where’s Susie?” He asked. He glanced down at her plate, that still had half of her pizza on it.

“Maybe she ran off to the arcade games again,” Fritz chuckled, his whiskers twitching.

Cassidy shot him a look before turning to Vanessa, his eyes full of worry. Vanessa returned the glance.

“I’ll go check,” Jeremy meows, the blueish-gray tom getting to his feet and padding away.

Vanessa fidgeted on her paws as she looked around, hoping to see Susie’s golden fur anywhere, to see a hint of the she-kit, to see anything.

Where did she go?

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Jeremy and Susie had not returned. Fritz’s usual unseriousness was turning into seriousness as the minutes went by. Gabriel shifted on his big paws, the broad brown kit’s eyes darting around nervously. “I’ll go check on both of them…” he murmurs, glancing at the three. Cassidy dipped his head, nodding as he watched the stout tom walk away. Fritz got up as well, following Gabriel.

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They did not return.

It was just Cassidy and Vanessa alone together.

“...Cassie… why is everyone disappearing? What’s happening to them?”

Vanessa frowned as a dreadful feeling began to creep into her fur, glancing at her brother with her wide blue eyes, her ears flattened and hackles raised.

“I don’t know, Ness… Stay here, alright? I’ll be back.”

“...Okay…”

The tom padded off to the back rooms, a grim and worrisome look on his face.

Vanessa trembled as she watched her brother, feeling as if this was a bad idea. She went against his words, silently tailing him. Cassidy ducked into the shadows, entering the room.

Vanessa saw a flash of cream fur as Cassidy recoiled away from the room, his blue eyes filled with horror and his mouth slightly agape in a silent scream. She darted towards him, revealing her presence as he spotted her. Her brother tried to keep his composure, but he could not hide the look of pure terror in his eyes. “Why did you follow me?” Cassidy yelped, blocking the room with his body, not wanting his sister to see. “C-Cassidy.. What’s happening?” Vanessa mews softly, shrinking as she tries to look past him, trying to catch a glimpse of what he has seen.

“Cassidy.”

Cassidy pushed her away forcefully, shooting her a glance as he turned his back on her. Vanessa got to her paws brushing past him, her brother yelping in horror. Bile rose in Vanessa’s throat as her tongue grew dry, gasping in horror.

Four bodies lay broken and bloodied on the tiled floor of Freddy’s.

Susie’s golden fur was stained with blood, her jaw dislocated and broken, her mouth open in a silent yowl. Jeremy’s body lay limply, his eyes ripped out of his sockets. Gabriel slumped against the wall, his brilliant blue eyes now dull and glazed over, the sticky red liquid pooling beneath him. Fritz’s right eye had been gouged out, tears staining his face.

A metallic taste filled the air, the sickly scent of blood flooding the two’s mouths and noses. A loud wail came out of Vanessa’s mouth as hot tears fell down her face. This isn’t real, this isn’t really happening. She was rooted to the ground, frozen in fear.

“Vanessa.”

Vanessa shot up in alert at the sound of her name, her hair standing on end. Her eyes landed on the yellow rabbit figure before her, blood soaking his fur, his wide predator-like purple eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the room. The figure flickered before shifting to her father– no. This was not her father.

Cassidy’s mouth drew back in a snarl as he stared at the bigger tom. “What did you do?” He yowled in terror and anger. Vanessa saw a flash of golden fur as William smacked her brother across the face with his left paw, claws still unsheathed and blood dripping down them. Cassidy let out a choked sob, recoiling away as blood filled his mouth.

“Keep your muzzle shut,” he growled, baring his teeth at them. “You’re going to help me clean this mess up.”

Vanessa could not recognize her father. The bloody, crazed cat before her was not the loving and kind dad she’d known. “N-no!” She sobbed, choking out the word between her teeth. Cassidy slapped his tail on her mouth, dragging himself in front of her. “She didn’t mean that Dad, please,” he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

William stepped closer towards the cowering kits, his eyes narrowed, shining menacingly. “Step aside,” he snarled, glaring icily at Cassidy as he flexed his claws.

“I won’t let you hurt her, too!”

The large tom darted forward, his claws ripping down her brother’s left side of his face, clipping his ear and clawing his eye. Cassidy winced, but he did not budge, determination filling him as he stood his ground, blood rushing down the side of his face. Adrenaline flowed through his veins as he shook in anger, blinded in one eye.

“Did you do this to mom too?”

Cassidy spat, lashing his tail as he glared at his father in fury and pain. This was the final straw for the bloody golden tom. He raised his paw and, to a shout of horror from Vanessa, brought it down onto the small kit, slashing his neck. William coldly raised his head, glaring at his daughter with those blueish-purple eyes.

“This is all your fault.”

Vanessa scrambled back, staring at her brother’s limp and broken body on the ground, feeling more bile rise in her throat as she sobbed. This isn’t real, this isn’t real, she repeated over and over in her mind, covering her mouth with her left paw. Please, please wake up… He- he’s not really dead…

“Vanessa.”

The kit wailed softly as tears fell numbly down her face, unable to take her eyes off her brother’s small frame, her paws frozen to the ground. William noticed this, glaring down disgustedly at his son’s body, taking the small kit’s tail in his teeth. Audible crunching and cracking noises could be heard as he bit down, making Vanessa flinch. With a swift motion, her father jerked his head, ripping most of his tail off.

“You don’t want to end up like your brother, do you, Vanny?”

Vanessa shook her head, sobbing as she tore her eyes away from her brother’s body, looking into William’s purple eyes as he stared down at her.

“Help me clean up the mess you created.”

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Be compliant.

After they were done, her father had returned to his normal self, his fur softening and flattening. He handed her her toy plane when they had passed by the table, patting her on the head.

“Good job, Vanny. I love you, okay?”

“I love you too, daddy.”

❆ ❆

Maybe one day the loving father she had known would return. The cat with those warm blue eyes, that warm smile, and comforting nuzzles. On and off again, he would come close, but it would never be the same. Vanessa had always walked on eggshells around her father. She’d known that if she stepped a hair out of line, she’d end up just like her brother. Broken and shattered. Dead. As Vanessa grew up, she knew he was capable of hurting her, and so she lay compliant. She became an EMT, to ‘make up’ for the blood on her paws, and to help others who have been injured. But of course, her father took away any control she had over her own life, ‘suggesting’ to her that she should become a police officer and twisting it for his gain, forcing her to cover up his crimes and clean up after him. Maybe one day she’ll move to another state and run away forever, to try to escape her father’s grasp. Vanessa knew she would never be free, harnessed to her father. He will always yank her back. She will never escape him, he will always find her. You don’t want to end up like your brother, do you, Vanny?

After Freddy’s had shut down because of the Missing Kits Incident, her father had trouble keeping intruders out of the place. After all, it was a high-tech building with valuable technology and games, at least for the time. He’d hired security guards, which he’d force Vanessa to ‘clean up’ if they got too close to discovering the truth of the place. Vanessa felt tied to the restaurant, unable to leave, unable to free herself from the abandoned pizzeria. She’d always go there, talking to the ghost kits– her former friends– comforting and listening to their sorrows. It was almost therapeutic for her, talking to her ghost friends and cleaning the suits. Cassidy was never there though. Her friends would talk about her brother, but he never appeared when she was there. Vanessa’s guilt never faded away from that day, shackled and chained to that horrific incident. They would never be free.

❆ ❆

Her father had told her of the newest security guard, Mike Schmidt. Of course, he reminded her of her duty, and she nodded dully. How many security guards have been killed at Freddy’s? Five… Ten… Vanessa couldn’t count how many dead cats’ blood had been on her paws. Their faces blurred together in a mushy mess in her mind, their names long gone and forgotten. Vanessa felt repulsed as she stared at her paws, feeling the layers of blood caked underneath her claws.

Vanessa went to Freddy’s to check in on the new security guard. It took half an hour and she suspected that the kits might have gotten to him, but he finally opened the door. She showed him around after treating the wound on his front leg, showing Mike the performance the animals would give if he pressed the showtime button and gave him the security guard badge.

“There. Now you’re official.”

Those words reminded her of the day shift guard that had worked at Freddy’s long ago. The brown she-cat was a friend of her father’s, so warm and kind towards her. She had given her the badge in the same way, saying those words, and had shown her the showtime button. What happened to her? What did he do to her?

❆ ❆

Stupid.

A group of cats had broken into Freddy’s because Mike had left one of the doors unlocked. Vanessa could never get used to the metallic scent of blood that filled her mouth as she mindlessly washed away the stains on the floor from the kits having attacked the cats. I should have made sure they were locked. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Her father had instructed her to stuff any cats that died at Freddy’s in the parts and services room. He’d deal with them later. Vanessa stared at one of the cats, one that had his face chewed apart, so desensitized to the horrific sight. One of the others, a red she-cat, had her body dismembered in half. She forced her feelings of guilt down as she dragged their bodies one by one to the instructed room, her ears pressed flat against her skull and tail low.

❆ ❆

Vanessa paid a visit to Mike’s house, informing him about the break-in. To her surprise, she saw a small kit with him, a tortoiseshell she-kit with matching amber eyes. Abby was her name. To her surprise, she found out Abby was his sister and sadness filled her as she was reminded of her brother. She’d filled Mike in about the break-in, and he suggested that they should take a visit down by the canal behind his house.

❆ ❆

“So, I used to have a brother. His name was Garrett. And when I was… about twelve. He was… he was taken. They never found the cat who did it– they never found my brother.”

Garrett. The name was engraved into her mind as a flash of recognition flashed in her blue eyes. She quickly hid it as she heard Mike continue his story, telling her of the dream he makes himself recount at night, silently repeating the name over and over, thinking of her toy plane that lay on one of her shelves in her bedroom. The G that had been scratched into the bottom before it faded away over time. Of course, her father had killed him. Of course, he had single handedly destroyed Mike’s whole family, with his father leaving, and his mother dying.

❆ ❆

Vanessa eyed the drawing of the five kits playing with the yellow rabbit on the wall. She remembered the day she’d drawn it, bile rising in her throat as she could only stare in horror, her ears flattened as the guilt prickled her pelt once more.

Vanessa’s ears perked up as she heard Mike unlock the door. “Guys, I’m back! Hey, Vanessa!” A small voice yipped in excitement behind her. She turned around, spotting the tortoiseshell kit bounding around, going towards the stage. Horror and dread dawned on Vanessa as she realized Abby was here. She’s going to be killed. Father- he’s… I can’t let this happen. Not again. She thought, staring at Mike, regaining her composure as frustration rose beneath her fur.

❆ ❆

The cream-colored she-cat rose to her paws as she padded towards the back room to get tablecloths for Abby’s fort, Mike following after her. She didn’t say anything, keeping her muzzle shut, going back to the same room she’d lost everything in. The familiar scent of blood flooded her senses, even though there was none. Vanessa gagged but continued her task, grabbing some tablecloths in her mouth. Mike then walked over to a humanoid suit, unlike the animal suits those kits were in, that her father had also made, tentatively reaching out to touch the exposed springlocks. Vanessa yelped in horror as she spotted what he was doing, dropping the tablecloths, completely losing her composure for a split second, yowling “Don’t!”, her ears pressed flat against her head. She shook her pelt as she regained her composure, her blue eyes wide as Mike stopped in his tracks. “I wouldn’t do that. They’re springlocks. They tend to be pretty unstable.” Vanessa explained, her voice low. “Let’s see.”

Vanessa took the middle of a broom in her teeth, jabbing the handle into the suit, wincing as it snapped the broomstick into pieces. She saw fear, surprise, and suspicion flash across Mike’s face as she turned to face him, dropping the broom.

“As I said, unstable.”

Mike paused for a moment, flicking his ear as he stared at Vanessa, the growing suspicion rising in his pelt. “Is there anything else you want to tell me about, Vanessa?” He asked slowly. “Since you seem to know everything about this place.” Vanessa studied him, her mouth slightly open to file back a retort, seeing the hackles rising on his back as more anger and suspicion grew on the security guard’s face. “And what if Abby had come in here? What if she’d found that thing?” The brown tabby tom’s voice rose higher, nodding his head towards the suit.

“You’re the one who brought her Mike, not me.” Vanessa countered, her voice low and shaky, lashing her tail in frustration. He’s not listening! “What I still can’t wrap my head around is why.”

Mike shifted his gaze towards the ground, deep in thought on whether to tell her or not. He then explained to Vanessa how his dreams were more vivid and how he felt closer to finding his brother just by being here.

Mike has to stop this. Abby- him- they’re both going to be killed!

“Mike, you need to drop this.”

“Honestly, I don’t really see how it’s any of your business.”

In a flash of cream fur, Vanessa closed most of the gap between her and Mike, anger boiling in her as she drew her mouth into a snarl. “I’m telling you to let. It. Go.” She recoiled away slightly in shock, shrinking inwards as she quickly moved back in a flash, staring at the floor, her pelt hot with embarrassment, turning her back on Mike.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Someone…” Vanessa said softly, in an almost kit-like voice. “Someone who’s trying to help.” She stumbled slightly as she stiffly strode away after she had picked up the tablecloths again.

Vanessa wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes with the back of her paw as she walked away from the storage room, her back on Mike as she tried so hard to shove her feelings back down and force her fur to lay flat again. Her anger had gotten to the best of her. You’re just like your father.

“Vanessa, wait!

Vanessa flinched as Mike caught up to her, tugging on her foreleg, facing him.

“Talk to me.”

She wiped her eyes again, looking away. “I’m trying— you’re not listening.”

“Please. Finding the guy who did this is the only thing that matters to me,” Mike meowed, staring at her.

“You… you don’t understand.” Vanessa shook her head, glancing at the children’s drawings, frowning.

“Then explain it to me!”

Vanessa opened her mouth before closing it again, closing her eyes as she shook her head.

❆ ❆

Abby had gotten hurt. And it was her fault.

Vanessa knew Jeremy had not meant to hurt her, but she knew Je- Bonnie’s– the name made her sick, erasing the name of the kit she’d once known– guitar had malfunctioned earlier on Mike’s first night… Why couldn’t she have warned the kit sooner? Why couldn’t she have stopped her?

“Go home, Mike. Take care of your sister.”

“What are you so afraid of? In the storage room… I saw your eyes. You were terrified.”

❆ ❆

She had found Mike’s unconscious body just outside of one of Freddy’s and she’d taken him to the police supply outpost, patching him up. The kits had given him so many wounds and injuries, controlled by her father. His brown fur had been soaked in his blood when she’d found his limp and battered body. She heard him stirring awake and walked back into the room. “Careful,” Vanessa meowed as he got to his paws, wincing in pain.

“Where are we?”

“Police supply outpost. I found you and you… you were… badly hurt.”

“They tried to kill me, Vanessa.” Mike stared at her with his amber eyes, the she-cat dropping her head as she averted her gaze.

“But I’m guessing you already knew that. Max. Her brother. And the other men. Did you know about them, too?”

Vanessa opened her mouth as she lifted her head, looking at Mike’s amber eyes with her tear-filled blue ones. “...It’s… It’s complicated.” She mewed softly after a few moments.

“Complicated? More complicated than a bunch of ghost kits murdering innocent cats?”

“They- they weren’t innocent!”

“Well, Abby is!”

Vanessa shrank away, staring at the ground as her eyes swam in tears, flinching away every time Mike would raise his voice.

��You saw her play with those things. You knew what they were capable of, and you didn’t say anything.” Mike spat in anger, stepping forward. Vanessa took two steps back. “Mike– please– just—”

“Abby’s in danger!”

Vanessa took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm down. “…Tell me what happened.”

Mike paused for a moment, staring at the ground. “In my dream, they wanted Abby. And I… gave her to them. It was a mistake, and when I tried to fix it…” Mike raised his gaze towards Vanessa. “What do they want with my sister?”

Vanessa shifted her eyes, not answering his question for a few minutes as she took in deep breaths.

“They want to make her… like them.”

She shifted on her paws as she paced back and forth, a dark look on her face as she grimaced.

“In the ‘80s, when those kits went missing… The police searched every inch of Freddy’s, from top to bottom. But… they never found them. The man who took them… he was… a very bad man. A very… cruel man.”

Vanessa knew she was visibly trembling, her voice shaky and soft. She didn’t care, wiping her eyes once more with the back of her paw. He’s going to kill me. What will he do if he finds- no, he will find out. I’m going to end up just like my brother.

“Also a very clever man… He knew the parents would cry and the police would come looking. He knew there was one place that the police would never think to check. Because… why would they?”

She raised her head to face Mike. “Why would anyone?”

❆ ❆

Vanessa felt like a little kit again, her head hung low and slightly tilted to the side, a weak smile on her face. “You have to understand… the kits.. The kits don’t want to hurt anyone, It’s him. He influences them somehow.”

“Who?”

“It’s not their fault!” Vanessa was almost pleading, urgency in her voice. “They were scared and alone, and they didn’t know any better. You have to believe me.” The words were like a double-edged sword. She wasn’t just talking about the kits.

It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know any better.

The she-cat shrank inwards towards herself, hot tears streaming down her face. She was shaking badly, backing away from Mike, consumed in her pain and sorrow. “He took everything from them that they don’t remember.“

“Who, Vanessa?”

“I tried to warn you… I really did try. But it– it’s too late now. He knows you’re looking for him.”

“You need to tell me who he is.”

Vanessa looked away, her vision blurred with the incredible amount of tears that fell down her face. I’m going to die. I’m going to get hurt. I’m going to end up like Cassidy. Thoughts raced through her head, echoing over and over as she held back her sobs.

“His name… is William Afton.” Vanessa could barely choke her words out, closing her eyes, still not meeting Mike’s amber eyes. A bright light shone above her head as she sat on her hindquarters.

“He’s my father.”

❆ ❆

Vanessa held a piece of paper in her paw, sliding it towards Mike. She knew he wouldn’t be happy seeing what was in the photo. It was her, as a kit, almost 6 moons old, holding the toy plane her father had given– had murdered Garrett to give to her in her jaws, with a big yellow rabbit beside the small kit. How many kits had been killed, had been robbed of their belongings, just to give to her? How many?

Mike took a step back as he dropped the photo to the ground, lifting his head to look at Vanessa.

“You… knew.”

“Mike…”

“You knew? This whole time. My brother, you knew.”

Vanessa shook her head, lowering her eyes as she shifted on her paws. “N-not about Garrett, no. At least… not when we met.” Please. “I’m so, so sorry…”

“Tell me how to stop them. Tell me how to save my sister!”

Like a kicked dog, Vanessa shrank even more, her teary blue eyes so wide as she quavered, telling him how to deactivate the suits but that it was only temporary.

“Come with me. You owe it to me and you owe it to them.”

No, I can’t. I can’t- Please.

Vanessa stumbled on her paws as she backed away from the brown tabby, shaking her head violently. “I- I can’t. If… if he’s there… I…” She weakly murmured as tears rolled down her cheeks. A thud came from behind her as she slumped against the wall, sinking in her paws. “I won’t be any use to you, believe me.” Use. She’d always had to prove her usefulness to her father. She had to be useful, otherwise, he’d kill her, disposing of and throwing away his toy once she’s lost her usefulness. Vanessa silently sobbed, her mouth drawn back, her eyes swimming in her tears. I know what crazy looks like, Mike.

“He really messed you up, didn’t he?”

❆ ❆

Vanessa heard Mike’s paw steps leave the police supply outpost and the sobs she had suppressed spilled out of her mouth, filling the room. They echoed back at her, almost mockingly, taunting her as she sank to the floor, collapsing, burying her head into her paws. She was supposed to be a good girl. She was supposed to obey her father.

What was a broken dog to its master? Useless. One that needed to be put down.

Even now, Vanessa could feel his piercing, icy blueish-purple eyes glaring at her in the shadows, feeling as if he was there. As if he was over her shoulder, his dagger-like eyes stabbing into Vanessa’s fur, trained on her, watching her every move. She could taste the sickly scent of blood and death again, the scent emanating from him.

❆ ❆

What did she have to lose anyway? She’d lost everything. Her father, her brother, her friends. She had to save Abby and Mike. She had to stop him from hurting anyone ever again. Maybe that’ll make up for the things she’s done.

Vanessa got to her paws, wobbling slightly as she closed her eyes. She shook her fur out, wiping the tears that stained her face with her right paw, taking shuddering breaths and walking out of the building.

❆ ㅤ

“I need to go get you somewhere safe so I can help your brother, okay?”

Vanessa watched as the tortoiseshell kit scrambled away to hide, looking so much like herself as a kit. She closed her eyes, getting on her paws, padding towards where Mike and William were, sealing her fate, the hands of death clamping around her.

Abby’s said brother was lying limply on the ground, blood running down the left side of his head, covering his eye as he lay there, unconscious. She watched as her father— the yellow rabbit— raised his right paw, his claws catching in the light. “Farewell, Michael Schmidt.”

A rush of adrenaline kicked in as she drew her lips back in a snarl, unsheathing her claws, trembling.

“That’s enough!”

The yellow rabbit paused, slowly lowering his paw that hung dreadfully over Mike’s body.

“A little old for temper tantrums…” The rabbit turned, changing back into her father. Vanessa shook even harder at the sight of him. “…aren’t we, Vanessa?”

Death and blood reeked from the cat before her as she felt bile rising in her throat.

“I’m not kidding, Dad.”

William pointed a claw at her as he sneered. “You may have forgotten your loyalties, but I assure you, they—“ He nodded towards the stage, where Bonnie and Freddy stood watching. “—have not.”

“Mike!”

Vanessa stared in horror as Abby ran out of her hiding spot, bounding towards her brother’s unconscious body. “Please, wake up!” Abby mewed as she tried shaking Mike, but to no avail.

“Now… help me clean up the mess that you created!”

“Please, please Mike, please…”

She could only watch the sight of Abby pleading for her brother to wake up, unable to meet her father’s piercing eyes, her body trembling even more.

“Oh come on… we both know you won't—“

Vanessa darted forward, slashing at his chest. It took out a few tufts of fur, but didn’t do anything to stop him. In fact, it made him much, much angrier. Bonnie and Freddy flickered for a second, appearing to be the ghosts of Jeremy and Gabriel before the kits changed back to the blue rabbit and the brown bear.

Don’t disobey him.

Her father charged at her, baring his teeth, reeking of that awful scent. He jabbed his claws at her chest. She flinched as he got so close to stabbing her, but still holding his gaze. “You had one job, one! Keep them in the dark, and kill them if they got too close.”

A flare of resistance welled up inside of her as she spat, “That’s two jobs,” lashing her tail.

Her father grabbed her by the throat, wrapping his left paw around her neck, his claws digging into her fur. Before she had a chance to react, he slammed her into the claw machine behind her. Vanessa let out a yelp of pain, gasping for air as his hold tightened around her throat, thrashing weakly in his paws. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at her father’s purple eyes, her ears pressed flat against her skull, looking like a wounded and cornered dog. “Dad…”

He didn’t budge, tightening his grip around her throat, snarling. Vanessa could barely breathe. Then, suddenly, Vanessa saw that something caught his eye as he turned, his mouth slightly agape. He dropped her onto the ground, and she hit the floor with a crack. She weakly raised her head, turning to see what he’d seen.

It was Abby, carrying a drawing in her mouth. She had gone up to the wall that was full of kits’ drawings from back when Freddy’s was open. The kit tore the drawing Vanessa had made so long ago off the wall, and Vanessa watched her father take a step towards the tortoiseshell kit.

No, stop! I can’t- Abby can’t get hurt.

With a surge of energy, she grabbed onto her father’s right hind leg, wrapping her paws around it.

“No!”

“Let go!” He snarled, lashing his tail in anger. Her father grabbed her once more, lifting her up as her paws flopped in the air. With a flash, he dove his head down onto her neck, sinking his fangs into her fur.

Vanessa’s face turned pale as she felt thick, coppery liquid fill her mouth, She let out a short gasp, staring at her father.

I have to make this worth it.

Her father grunted as he tried tugging away, but Vanessa wrapped her forelegs around him. She wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t let go.

“I won’t let you hurt her, too.”

❆ ㅤ

She’d always known it’d end up this way. One fess up and she’d end up like her brother. She was shacked, harnessed to her father’s paw. Every time she’d try to escape, he’d find her. He’d tug on her leash, her chains, and send her back to him once more.

Vanessa struggled under William’s grip as she tightened her wrap around his neck, almost like a hug. I love you, Vanny. She could barely hear the roar of anger that came from his mouth as the action had made him sink his teeth deeper into her throat, the cry rippling through her fur. Black spots started to dot her vision as her face grew paler and paler, blood flooding out of the neck wounds he had given her. He beat at Vanessa’s back, clawing tufts of fur out in frustration, but Vanessa wouldn’t relent.

I love you too, Dad.

She could feel her strength sapping as her grip grew looser around her father’s neck. Her body was slick and coated in red, blood dripping down her father’s mouth and flowing from her wound. Vanessa’s arms started to drop away from him, her face now a stark white. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she weakly mewed like a little kit, her eyes glazed over in pain, tears streaming down her face.

“Get off me!”

William ripped his head out of Vanessa’s neck, blood splattering his face as he grabbed her tail in his teeth, a loud crack sounding out as he flung his daughter to the side, spitting out the bloody fur he had in his mouth. Vanessa felt a blinding sear of pain as she heard the sound, losing her sense of balance. She collapsed onto the ground, pressing her right paw against her neck to try to stop the bleeding, coughing up the hot iron-tasting liquid, blood pooling beneath her.

Is this what love is?

Her vision flickered as her eyes grew heavy, feeling pain everywhere in her pelt, slipping in and out of unconsciousness.

Vanessa slid her paw away from her neck.

@send-me-a-puffalope HERE IT IS!!!

KILLS MYSELF <333 I’M SO PROUD OF THIS FIC SCSHCSOHVSHOVS

i finished it a few hours ago but was scared to post it 💀

constructive criticism is appreciated!!

#blizz’s writing #cat!vanessa au #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #william afton #fnaf missing children #tw child abuse #tw blood #tw child death #tw animal death #tw animal abuse #me when i fail my chinese ancestors and suck ass at chinese while also sucking ass at english 😭😭😭#tw #fnaf movie #vanessa fnaf

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alright alright last one, [ARM] with Guy and Honey :]]]]]]

[ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

(A/N: Thank you darling, for being my first requester for these silly little games. It really means a lot to me :) ) cw: [headcanon pets: cat named Pepperoni/Peps] [Guy implied to have shoulder length-hair] [Honey implied to be shorter than Guy] [headcanon character: coworker named Krow] [implied that Honey is working through emotional trauma]

Honey knew they could be a bit intense. Between them and their boyfriend, they knew that Guy was the more affectionate of the two. More open, more unabashed. It’s not that Honey didn’t love him as much as they loved him, just that they struggled letting anyone past the walls they’d spent so long building. It was a work in progress, they were a work in progress. They were so thankful Guy didn’t mind that, so long as they kept making progress. They tried to be more open with telling him what was on their mind, even if they tended to cringe when they admitted anything remotely affectionate. When the line between still friends and something more became a little too clear and the side they stood on had switched. They were trying though, because Guy deserved that.

Tonight, they were trying a little bit more openly.

Guy had been working back to back double shifts and Honey could see it wearing on him as much as their over-energized boyfriend said to the contrary. Honey also knew that the pizza smell jokes were starting to wear his patience thin, but he still relented and showered after already being on his feet for hours. Tonight, that would change, as Honey had his favorite dinner prepared, and candles around the apartment lit. The scent of cookies could be smelled from the living room where they were baking in the oven. And the second they got the ping that he was on his way home, they’d be drawing a hot bath for Guy to relax in, with one of those fancy bath bombs he liked so much. His noise canceling headphones were charged if he wanted them, his switch was waiting on the loading screen of Mario Party, and the volume was low. Now all Honey had to do was wait for their loving boyfriend to get home.

-- “Honey, I’m home.” Guy called from the door. Honey hated how tired it sounded these past few weeks, like even speaking in his usual sing-song manner was too much expensive for the amount of energy he had left at his disposal.

Honey came out from the bathroom and smiled, “Hey babe, how was your shift?”

Guy shrugged and unlaced his shoes, setting them in the cubby by the door and dropping his backpack on top of it, “Nothin’ special, Rosa says hi, and Krow wants you to know he’s coming over next week to babysit Peps.” He stood up and kissed their cheek softly.

“I know, I know, I smell awful, I’ll go shower and get started on dinner--”

“Hey, stop, stop for a moment. First of all, it doesn’t bother me. Second of all, dinner is already on the warming shelf. C’mere, I have a surprise.” Honey grabbed his hand, thumb brushing the edge of his leather bracelet as they dragged him over to the master bath, showing him the setup.

Guy took in the bathroom, the first time he really stopped to take in his surroundings since he left for work that morning. Work had been hell from the moment he stepped through the doors of the shop, all the way to hitting autopilot on his way back home, the drive feeling like an hour long despite the short distance from their apartment to the pizza shop.

The lights were dimmed, candles providing more warm light in the quiet corners of the bathroom. There was music coming from his cozy playlist, the speaker propped up on the sink counter. There was still steam fogging up the mirrors.

“Honey, I..” He was speechless.

They dropped his hand, smiling up at him as they moved in front of him, their hand never leaving quite entirely though. Guy felt as their cold hands moved up the length of his arm, tracing his shoulder for a moment before resting and staying pressed to his neck.

“Let me take care of you tonight. Pepperoni and I got this.” Honey let a warm grin form before leaning up on their toes to press a kiss to the tip of his nose before brushing his hair behind his ear.

“Get in the bath, I’ll bring you some food.”

“Thank you, Honey.”

“I love you.”

#r.asmr #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted guy #redacted honey #r.guy #r.honey #guy.r.asmr #honey.r.asmr

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tonystarkbingo · 5 months

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TSB Round 7 - Weeks 17, 18, 19

We have a few weeks in one this roundup, which means extra fills for you to read!

And with a new month we have a new block party theme! The theme for November is Family, and while family can mean whatever you want it to, we also have some prompts to get you started:

Kid fic Family dinner Holiday/party Bedtime routine Outing

Happy creating!

Collaborator: hereandnowwearealive Card Number: 7036 Square Filled: R2 - Metallurgy Title: Metallurgy Link: Tumblr Pairings: n/a Word Count: n/a Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: art fill Summary: an image of Tony under a stream of molten metal

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Collaborator: endlesstwanted Card Number: 7010 Square Filled: Adopted - New team Title: Of Darkness And Solace Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark Word Count: 991 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Afterlife, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Angst and Feels Summary: A year after the events of Endgame, old and new friends gather to visit Natasha’s grave. Tony, Steve and her are happy to see them again.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: T4 - shared trauma Title: I Want You Back Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 2692 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: whump, hurt/comfort, working on their relationship, meeting each other halfway, post-cacw Summary: Pepper asked for the separation when Tony couldn't let go of Iron Man. Then, when she got what she asked for, she realized just how much she was giving up. And found a way to own up to her own shortcomings, and meet the love of her life halfway.

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Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: K3 - ironstrange Title: Broken Shadows Link: AO3 Pairings: pre-ironstrange Word Count: 5663 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Chose not to warn, AU-Horror, Ghosts, Haunted Houses, Autopsies Summary: The new Sorcerer Supreme and his right hand move into their new Sanctum only to find it might already be occupied…by the ghost of one Anthony Stark.

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Collaborator: tinystark616 Card Number: 7008 Square Filled: R3 - Angst Title: Repeat Until Death Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 3474 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Angst, unhappy ending, frottage, iron man/captain america: casualties of war (2006) Summary: In the midst of Civil War, Steve and Tony meet in the Avengers Mansion to talk, because Tony hopes he can change Steve's mind. As it turns out, there isn't a lot of talking.

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Collaborator: hereandnowwearealive Card Number: 7036 Square Filled: K5 - AU: wings Title: A Deal with the Devil Link: Tumblr Pairings: Morgan Stark & Tony Stark Word Count: n/a Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: art fill Summary: Morgan, dressed as an angel, trick-or-treating and asking Tony, dressed as a demon, for candy

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Collaborator: CaptainJimothyCarter Card Number: 1058 Square Filled: K2 - Peggy Carter Title: A Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow: Ch 5: A Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow Link: Tumblr Pairings: Peggy Carter & Tony Stark Word Count: 2k Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: None Summary: Tony rides a giant teacup.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: S5 - Science Boyfriends Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Bruce Banner/Tony Stark Word Count: 1913 total, my part was about 300 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply, Avengers Tower, Only One Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary: Bruce comes back to New York City to stay at Avengers Tower -- and keep his new teammate company.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: T3 - Anticipation Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - August Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Avengers Team Members & Tony Stark Word Count: 400+ , 1860 total Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply, Wedding Planning, Tony Stark-centric, Surprise Party, Crushes Summary: Tony's been holed up in his workshop... planning a wedding for his friend... the President of the United States. He knows from personal experience that the planning is officially the worst part of any wedding and he doesn't want to inflict that on his friends. There's only one detail left... getting a date with his crush.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: T5 - Psychological Torture Title: You Gotta Pay the Troll Toll Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Word Count: 5883 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Fanfiction Writer Bucky Barnes, Protective Tony Stark, Fanfiction Writer Tony Stark, Mutual Pining, Getting Together Summary: Bucky Barnes writes stories about his life with the Howlies, some before the war, and others about his life after he'd escaped from Hydra. He publishes them under a fan fic site alias and makes a few friends online. Then the trolls come for him. It doesn't feel better to him than it does for anyone else. Fortunately, like the rest of us, his friends rally around him to boost his spirits and come to his defense. And maybe - at least in this case - all that (and the help of some giant slugs - Thanks AIM!) leads to something a little bit more.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: R5 - "Wake up!" Title: Too Good to Be True (Chapter 25) Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: chapter: 4716; 62,982 total Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply, Dreams vs. Reality, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pancakes, Slow Romance, Pepper Potts Is a Good Bro, Communication Summary: Chapter Summary: A few more years have gone by and it's college graduation season! James has another of his recurring dreams and then grudgingly wakes up to spend the day with the family he and Tony have found together.

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Collaborator: illogicalkat Card Number: 7009 Square Filled: K1 - image of Tony Stark with speech bubble, "I'm off the market" Title: You, Me, and Bucky makes 3 (chapter 1) Link: AO3 Pairings: Emma Frost/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes/Emma Frost/Tony Stark Word Count: 1555 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Relationship negotiations Summary: The very last thing Tony expected on his honeymoon was a run-in with Revolution

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Collaborator: illogicalkat Card Number: 7009 Square Filled: S3 - Canon: Marvel 616 Title: You, Me, and Bucky makes 3 (chapter 2) Link: AO3 Pairings: Emma Frost/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes/Emma Frost/Tony Stark Word Count: 1062 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: relationship negotiations Summary: The last thing Tony expected on his honeymoon was a run-in with Revolution

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Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: R1 - abducted Title: All eyes on you, my magician (all eyes on us) Link: AO3 Pairings: DrPepperony (Tony/Pepper/Strange) Word Count: 4730 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Kidnapping, Magic, Polycule, Bisexual Tony Stark, Bisexual Stephen Strange, BAMF Pepper Potts, Tony Stark Is Not Iron Man, (well not yet), AU—Canon Divergence Summary: Stephen Strange discovers Pepper Potts has a knack for magic, and takes on the task of training her, while pining for both her and her boyfriend Tony Stark.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: A3 - free space Title: Tony's New Cars Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 1900 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: the makeup after the breakup, whump, hurt/comfort, happy ending, Tony handles his emotional issues by throwing money at them Summary: Tony seems to have replaced all his cars. Pepper finds out why.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: T1 - diner/restaurant Title: Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 1: Two Drink Limit (Limits Were Made To Be Tested) Link: Tumblr Pairings: Tony & Rhodey, Carol & Maria, Rhodey/Carol, Tony/Maria Word Count: 1752 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: first meeting, flirting Summary: Rhodey lays down the law, Tony scoffs at the very idea, Carol is considering hijinks, and Maria is up for the challenge.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: A5 - charming Title: Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 2: Darts and Tequila and Pairing Up Link: Tumblr Pairings: MIT Bros, Carol & Maria, Rhodey/Carol, Tony/Maria Rambeau Word Count: 2093 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: flirting, drunken shenanigans, kissing Summary: Rhodey braces himself to make his move, Tony makes his, and last call comes as a surprise to everyone.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: K4 - dares/bets Title: Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 3: I'll See Your Hangover, and Raise You Another Link: Tumblr Pairings: Rhodey/Carol, Tony/Maria Rambeau, MIT Bros, Carol & Maria Word Count: 2068 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: hangovers, slightly secret identities revealed, embarrassment, plans for a second date Summary: The boys are having just as miserable a morning as could be expected after their night out, but when they finally do show up at the demonstration, a couple of familiar faces are there to greet them.

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Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: R4 - new team Title: Esprit de Corps Link: AO3 Pairings: pre-ironstrange Word Count: 1258 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: PTSD, Misuse of Magic, Grumpy Stephen Strange, Canon Divergence—post CACW, New Team Summary: Strange isn’t sold on this whole ‘new Avengers’ thing he’s gotten sucked into, and especially not on the idea of having to work with the most annoying person on this plane of existence, Tony Stark.

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#tony stark bingo round 7 #tsb 7 #tsb weekly roundup #tsb week 17 #tsb week 18 #tsb week 19

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