#Freddie Slack

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1945 Freddie Slack’s Boogie Woogie album by totallymystified

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton’s awkward family reunion in FNAF 3,,

[hontokana]

Freddie Slack - Freddie Slack's Boogie Woogie Region: USA / Style: Boogie woogie / Year: 1945 LIKED

[milliondollarbaby87]

The Sky's the Limit (1943) Review

The Sky’s the Limit (1943) Review

Fred Atwell sneaks away from his famous squadrons personal appearance tour for a few days to live a normal life, as a normal man way from any attention. It doesn’t take long for him to fall for Joan Manion who has no idea who he really is. ⭐️⭐️ (more…)

[arkarti]

Part 12 of the Car Saga:

[cerealforkart]

What a treat to have two low-rolling Rangers in one family. I think Morgan should take her grandson camping (they’re gonna roll a combined 9 survival check and get attacked by bears)

[justalilgoofball]

How about 5C (from the first expression sheet) for Roxanne Wolf (fnaf)?

“Everybody loves you...”

“Everybody wants to be you...”

Whooo this was fun!! Feel free to send more requests in!

[kloofspeaks]

Five Nights at Freddy's | A Cinematography study

I'm Loofy, I currently have hopes to go into a Cinematography Major which I figured I could share those dreams and aspects into a small blog post about the move Five Nights at Freddy's (2023).

Word count for those interested: 3178

Taglist: @strawhbrrries, @omoriiiomrrr, @meteorstardust, @burgundymeadows, @viothewolx

Study under the cut

-Introduction to the Film

The purpose of this study was driven by the fact that I've been a fan of the Five Nights at Freddy's series since 2014, I was introduced by my older sister who is still into the series and books after all these years. We've watched every gameplay, read every book and theorized everything together till she moved in 2022.

On top of that I really wanted the first ever study I posted online to be something that everyone is interested in; including myself. I wanted fans (much like myself) to find some sort of connection to this whole study with different opinions, cinema views/uses of studies that people used when filming the piece and a simple background on a movie that went on to break several records on it's release date. Let's get started, shall we?

Emma Tammi was the director of the Five Nights at Freddy's film. She has done six movies with herself directing (that's including this film in her roaster.) This is not the only horror movie she's done. She's gone onto win multiple rewards and I'm going to have to at least give her some credit for wanting to really highlight a lot of the motifs (I will point these out in a later point.) and the important steps of the FNAF lore as a whole.

She mainly was driven aside with Scott Cawthon; the creator of the game's. Wanting this film to be driven more to the actual FNAF culture and the people that had grown into the fan they are today by following a messy lore story and the start of a game that was a last ditch effort.

Five Night's at Freddy's is an American Supernatural Horror film. It's conventions are to allow the watcher to be frightened and on the edge of their seat. It's to focus on telling a story while also being scary and a tragedy.

-Visual Study (Spoiler warning, Images are used)

The lighting that is used in more of a natural lighting, they use the sun and mood lighting to add more effect to the actor that is in the shot, this causes the movie to use a lot of backlighting, natural lighting, mood lighting and soft film lighting. Soft film lighting is mostly used throughout the whole film since it wants to allow the camera lense to almost wrap around the shadows that are being made by said lighting.

Most of those effects are prominent in the scenes where Abby is laying on the floor watching TV while Mike is sitting by the kitchen table questioning if he should contact the number on the card he was given to be able to keep Abby.

The color pallet that is used in the mood lighting is reds, yellows, blues and purples. They will use it either as backlight mood lighting or definition lighting for a character's shadow or face.

Here are some examples:

(Mood Lighting Examples)

(Soft Film Light Examples)

The main cinematography techniques used are: Long shots, Medium long shots, over the shoulder, Dutch angle shot and bird's eye shot. These are camera techniques that we use in most films today and in the past to tell a story from every point of view and get everything in a single picture. Let me pull some angles and shots from the film.

Long-shots are usually the ones done from afar much like the ones you see from the outside views of the pizzeria or of Abby and Mike to give definition to the surrounding area while still having the subject being on the characters.

Here are some examples:

Medium long shots are shorter versions of a long shot and are more closer to the subject that it's focused on, much like the shots used in the scenes of William and Mike's conversation about the job position and the conversations Mike has with Vanessa.

Here are some examples:

The Dutch angle shot isn't one you miss in most Horror movies- It's one that is MAINLY used in horror films to date. The best way to explain it is the way the camera is tilted towards the delivering character. I was only able to really pick this shot up a couple times in my four rewatches of the film which was when Afton showed up in his Springbonnie outfit therefore I don't have any examples I can share at this point and time.

Close-ups, you guessed it! It's close ups of the actors/subjects face. We see plenty of these of Mike and Abby but they're not extremely close up. They're more just distanced close-up's but are close enough to define the emotion, skin texture, glimmer, lighting on and of the actor.

Here are some examples:

Bird's eye shot is all in the name, it's a shot that's normally filmed with a flying drone and is up in the air and shot much like a bird is following or sitting up in the sky. This is used when Mike exit's the conversation with William and when he is driving towards the pizzeria.

Here are some examples:

Point of View shots are one's that use the actor's "eyes" as the shot, it can be seen from the very first scene with Foxy to William getting his cup of black coffee while speaking with Mike.

Here are some examples:

Framing is always a key when shooting a shot for cinematography, learning where to have your characters stand and how the composition of each shot laid out before filming. There's shots that go from one to six in only three seconds of footage. The film uses a lot of an editing technique called quick/fast-cutting which is where there is an angle that is touched on for a brief 3-5 seconds before switching to a different angle of the same conversation.

Much like how Matpat explained in his behind the scenes video where they spent several hours just filming one scene, it was because of this quick-cutting and having to piece together every shot to make it look like a fluid and forward conversation which allows for clean shots, visual storytelling and eye-catching camera movements.

Visual storytelling is used to tell more to the story than what is physically being explained, there is so much in this film that I'm willing to break down the most common ones.

William Afton's purple bow ties are a dead giveaway and clear visual storytelling towards the fact he ends up being Springbonnie and the murderer of Mike's younger brother when he was twelve.

The plane that Garrett plays with in the first dream and is dragged into a photo with Vanessa and her father which is later spotted by Mike when she reveals that she knew about Garrett's death and explains much more behind her story and why she knew so much about the pizzeria.

The almost halo like scene where Vanessa is standing during the confession scene with Mike. The light behind her makes her seem like she's an angel that is there to help Mike through his problems and also directs towards her downfall which is her getting hospitalized.

Abby and the drawings on the wall in one of the composition medium long shots, it's shown during the scene of the first guard which led to his murder. The drawing is immediately brought up as a 'mental issue' by Abby's aunt and Mike says often that if he dropped dead she would've still been drawing before she even noticed and it's brought up again and again throughout the story as it seems to be one of Abby's character traits as she's able to use drawing to connect with the main four later in the film and one of her drawings is used to kill Afton in the end of the film. (He always comes back.)

The impact the visual narrative had was that it was able to present the movie well and allowed the foreshadowing to be delivered PROPERLY even when from a regular viewers eyes it seemed choppy and messy, which is how the film is supposed to be. It's supposed to be for strictly FNAF fans.

The visual motifs that are commonly used in this film would be drawing and the use of a child's mind being able to use drawing, creativity and lighting to explain past trauma. It's one of the few motifs I figured was worth at least mentioning before we moved onto the next part of this study, which brings me to....

-Sound and Music

The soundtrack revolving around this film is very 8-bit sounding in the first half of the movie to be able to tie in to the relation with the 8-bit parts in the game which match with more an atari style of gameplay in the middle of nights, secrets within the game and main plot story telling.

Which is the role of the music in this film, it's driven with the use of violin and piano. It's being used for storytelling and strictly story telling. The main songs I want to point out in this one is the bright and rich piano that is used to enter Mike when he wakes up and jumps out of bed to get started with his date to the drastic change of subtle guitar/bass in his dream sequences.

It's used to express emotion with the storytelling, giving us certain noises and sounds that can trigger something familiar in the brain. The calm before the storm is what I want to call it in this study, it's the joyfulness that Mike has before Garrett is taken to the music going grim and almost threatening when he realizes that he is going and is being taken away from him while keeping that 8-bit sound almost like the music itself is glitching.

The voice acting is very different in this film compared to other horror films that focus on voices much like Scream and the tone changes that are needed to make a character come off a certain way.

Matthew Lillard and Elizabeth lail both have very awkward sounding voices/lines in the entire film, almost like they're supposed to come off suspicious. Steve Raglan has more of an unsteady voice that makes him come off uneasy and intimidating.

Vanessa is played strictly as someone who has more to bring to the table but is hiding it poorly, she speaks about how she knows so much about the past guards, why they quit and when, who and where about the pizzeria which causes Mike to become suspicious of her and drill questions into her when he gets the chance to.

Mike has shaky, not very confident in himself voice lines and his voice is mostly uneasy in all of the movie. He seems almost like he's not there or is distant from the conversation when it is held (and I don't know if this is just Josh Hutcherson acting or what Emma Tammi told Josh to do on set, but he looks so tired throughout the whole film and I wanted to specifically mention this in that study so people don't think I'm taking that the wrong way.)

Abby is the opposite, she is very bubbly and approachable which almost makes it unbelievable that Mike is the one that is raising her during the story of the film because of how drastically different they are.

Along with the voice acting there is ambient sounds that the film uses that I would like to touch on as well:

Foxy's iconic hum and the jumpscare noise from the first game is an ambient noise mainly used to connect the viewer (which hopefully is a fan) to the film that is displayed to them and the people around them in the theater.

The sound of birds being used to have Mike enter his dream sequences so he can be able to remember it fully, in theory the sound of birds will help him feel more connected to the day it happened, but that's just a theory.

Which would make this an aural motif, because it is used as a source/fact why Mike uses bird sounds to help himself sleep and needs that tape to be able to get to that dream sequence.

-Narrative and Themes

The plot of Five Nights at Freddy's consists of Mike Schmidt a man who seems to be struggling to be able to hold a job because of his rising PTSD and anger issues. He is tasked with raising his sister Abby while dealing with the accusation of being unsafe and unfit to be able to raise her and is served with a paper from his Aunt wanting to take full custody of his sister with this new found information he finds himself a job at an abandoned pizzeria where he just settles for six hours out of the night to watch over the place. He soon meets a police officer named Vanessa and she expresses more about the backstory of the pizzeria and why a series of killings led to the closure of the place back in the 80s. When Mike's babysitter for Abby randomly disappears he ends up taking Abby to his job for the night where she makes contact with the dead spirits of the animatronics that lurk the abandoned place and causes Mike, Vanessa and Abby to dig deeper into the lore of the pizzeria.

The character development that is used in this story is stuck onto Mike who is the main character of the story being told, he goes from wanting his younger brother's killer to wanting to live in a life where his brother is never taken and he is happy living his life with his family. He soon realizes his mistake and realizes that Abby is the only person he needs in his life and puts his brother's past and death behind himself to allow himself to heal from his PTSD and anger issues to just live a normal life.

The main themes of this movie is:

The American Dream.

Past Trauma.

Stepping up and becoming a new person.

Arthur Miller once explained The American Dream in a simple story after explaining the tragedy that Shakespeare often used as angst in his plays but it would only be used in a royalty and never as a common man. The American dream can simply be explained by the dreams held by someone who is financially stable enough to be living their dream in the bounds of America. Mike is shown to be failing The American Dream due to his struggles with money, the loose cases of him almost losing his sister because of his mistakes and failures where he is too wrapped in this dream that he's stuck in.

Which is why I wanted to touch on this topic, Mike does get past this dream and works on becoming a better person after a tragedy had happened. (more than once) He struggles in life but soon finds out his true answer to his troubles was family and that he had been pushing his sister out of the picture since day one. It was a recovery story with a theme of being the bigger person and learning from your mistakes.

-The Impact

As we get to the climax of this study I wanted to touch on the impact this movie had for the millions of people that decided that they wanted to watch this movie for the inner child inside of themselves. The movie has gone on to reach a 30% in critic reviews while there is an 88% audience view, (as of i'm writing this) it ended up becoming much like The Mario movie with the reviews as critics found it confusing and bland while the actual intended audience found it confusing much like the lore while their childhood dream was coming true.

Five Nights at Freddy's ended up shattering countless records on it's opening night of Friday, October 27th. Those records are:

The highest North American opening for PG-13 horror.

The second largest opening for a video game themed movie.

The biggest opening for a horror movie helmed by a female director.

The largest horror opening for 2023. (which took the throne from the Nun II)

The cultural impact this film had on the viewers and fans was overwhelmingly positive, it had people crying in the theaters, cutouts of Markiplier the titled 'King of Five nights of Freddys' in theaters, people taking in every bit of lore they could get. It impacted the inner child from 2014 that had hoped for a day that this movie would hit theaters and finally get recognized for the glory it truly is.

The movie had been rumored for more than eight years before it finally came to life around 2020 when Scott Cawthon came to light and explained the details of the film (very minor, might I add.) and confirmed it was going to be made. The same man went on to add how he went to opening nights and shared his experiences and he was happy to see how excited fans were to watch the film he spent hours and days to compact into something that was truly "made for the fans."

There were countless converseies of who would appear in the movie and the ongoing joke of the "We are FNAF" trend spreading its way through every social platform only for it to b debunked when the movie dropped. It truly will go down in its pure legacy of being a movie that took 8 years to come to limelight.

-The Conclusion

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. The key findings I found in this study was making the impact and techniques used to make the film as enjoyable as you could make a video game as confusing as FNAF into a movie and I have to say we definitely succeed.

The realization of failure or past trials and tribulations is what I really wanted to touch on. Mike Schmidt is welcomed as a character that is simply trying his best when it comes to taking care of his sister Abby and he is failing in every way possible but somehow makes up for it at the end of the day. This movie might've not changed lives but certainly rested the childlike excitement that we had when it was rumored all those years ago.

Finally, that inner child can come out and we can be kids again just for a smooth 2 hours. This movie was clearly life changing and will continue to be held dear in the hearts of many, it's nothing huge but something special.

I can't tell you how long I've been wanting to say this but the hype I felt in the theater the day I saw it just confirmed all my theories and doubts, this movie isn't going to be something someone is going to easily forget.

Thank you for reading my Cinematography study of the Five Nights at Freddy's movie.

And Thank You, Scott for making my childhood become a reality.

[dayshift-loop]

got possessed by more au ideas that are probably stupid.

there's a reason the loops start at the colorado location otherwise do you know how chaotic shit COULD get if someone gets revived that shouldn't be revived?

the colorado location is in shambles. no one knows whats going on. dave's still heartless, jack's still soulless, and steven's still in constant pain. harry doesn't know why he's there and he's having a crisis. henry's sick of people dragging themselves out of their graves. peter's tired. location 14 got set on fire by steven the day after henry killed him & harry was transferred to location 47 as a result. everything is going JUST FINE.

also why blue? bc red is the same color as blood and who wants to look like they're covered in blood constantly? so i just went with the opposite color to red, which is blue.

[reportinglivefromfreddys]

I have to disagree with you, Jeremy, pizza is not boring!!1!!11

IT IS WHEN IT'S BASICALLY ALL YOU EAT!!!!

[van-afton]

true and interesting to think about

after some thought, i wonder if this behavior developed more over time into adulthood and was less common in childhood. let me explain (ramble)

teenage years mike is being all rowdy and annoying (yadda yadda all that stuff) i think he’d be one of the types to be super into boxing and working out (because big boy muscles testosterone)

but then as his life takes a turn for the Much Worse he realizes he can’t just uppercut his way through his problems: this gets even worse after he gets scooped and basically loses all of his strength. now he has to rely on his resourcefulness rather than his own physical strength.

also as funny as it is i dont think michael is gonna start slapboxing an animatronic anytime soon. i think he knows better. maybe.

I think Mike would be the type of person to fight dirty. He takes the first swing while you’re still talking. He bites. He purposely keeps his nails long for optimal scratching. He’ll light your house on fire. Anything is fair game in his eyes. Because the world has never been fair to him, why should he be fair back.

[silly-goober]

i forgot i had tumblr, hi internet!! this is an artfight attack i did for artfight.net/~bubbleverse, a mutual of mine for a few years now :] i thought this one turned out neat, hope y'all like it

NOT MY OC!!! IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW ARTFIGHT WORKS THIS IS NOT MY CHARACTER :D just wanted to clarify i didn't come up with this banger design myself (sadly), she belongs to bubbleverse!!

[iiwontgiveuponmilkk]

Subspace | F.W.

summary: *requested* she spent the day purposefully teasing him and getting on his nerves with only one thing in mind. fred fucks her into subspace and takes care of her, she got a little more than she bargained for, not that she's complaining.

word count: 2075

warnings: straight smut, dom!fred, teasing, some fluff, okay honestly it's straight filth

notes: so excited to have a request after such a long time! may change the gif, can't find the right one... also may update this one again, it feels a little short

minors dni. 18+.

masterlist

She was driving him mad, absolutely mad. She waltzed into the shop around noon that day to bring him his lunch. The lunch he would have never forgotten if she hadn’t decided to tease him from the moment she woke up. She decided to join him in the shower this morning, wrapping her arms around him from behind. He thought it was cute at first, then she was gripping his cock in her hand. She waited until a groan fell from his lips before she released him and slid out of the shower. He had turned, reaching out to grab her and pull her into him, but she had managed to slip just out of his reach. He went through the morning frustrated, thinking about what he would’ve done if he wasn’t already running late that morning. And here she was now, a tiny little skirt on that was barely longer than his jumper that she wore. His eyes drug up her body, finding her smiling innocently at him when he met her eyes, batting her eyelashes at him. “I brought your lunch, seems you forgot it this morning, Freddie.” She handed him the small bag, a blush on her cheeks. He grabbed her arm as she turned to leave, pulling her against him. “And what are you up to now, love?” He whispered in her ear, nipping her earlobe. “N-nothing, just making sure you eat today.” She smiled, trying to hold her composure. She gave him a sweet smile, distracting him as her hands moved to his waist. Her fingers hooked under his belt, pulling him against her. She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “You might want to eat that alone.” She bit her lip, a mischievous look twinkling in her eyes. His hand snaked around her waist, “and why is that, love?” The way he looked at her sent a shiver up her spine. She was sure he would take her right here and now if the shop wasn’t full. She let her fingers ghost over his growing bulge. “You’ll see.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, wiggling out of his grasp and leaving just as quickly as she came in. 

Fred had left a few minutes early, telling George he would close up tomorrow. He had stormed into her flat, finding her cooking dinner. “Oh, hi love.” She grinned, her smile slightly falling as he stalked over to her. “I see you’re still playing your little game.” He shook his head, looking her over. The skirt from earlier was gone, leaving her in just his jumper. He pulled something delicate and lacy out of his pocket, dangling it on his finger. “Did you misplace these? Hmm?” He raised a brow, watching her bite her lip. “I-” She started, only for him to cut her off. “You what, love? You just wanted to tease me all day, is that it?” His hands were on her hips, lifting her onto the counter. His hands slid over her thighs, pushing her legs apart. A whine left her lips as he drug a finger through her folds. “Have you been this wet all day? Just waiting for me to come home?” The only answer that came from her was a moan as he slid a finger into her. “I really shouldn’t be rewarding you.” His voice low as he thrusted his finger into her, slowly working in a second. She rocked her hips forward, trying to get him to go faster, to give her more. “Freddie, please.” She whined as he pulled his fingers out of her. “Not a chance, love.” He lifted her off the counter, gently pushing her down on her knees. She looked up at him as he removed his belt, unbuttoning his slacks. She slid her hands up the front of his thighs, her fingers grasping the waistband of his slacks and boxers, tugging them down. His hand wrapped around his dick, giving it a slow pump. His other hand ran through her hair, grasping a fistful of her hair at the back of her head. She wet her lips, looking up at him. Fred gave a quick tug on her hair as she slid her hands up his thighs. Her left hand gripped his thigh as she spread her fingers. Her other hand wrapped around his dick. She ran her hand up his length, brushing her thumb over the tip. Fred reached out, lifting her chin to pull her gaze back to his. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You look so good on your knees for me, baby.” He smirked, gently pushing her head forward. She parted her lips, taking his tip in her mouth. A small groan came from him when she swirled her tongue around him. Her hands came to rest on his thighs when she started to move. He let her go at her own pace, but soon realised she was still teasing him. The slow strokes of her tongue and shallow movements, and the look in her eyes when she looked up at him. He grasped her hair tighter, thrusting his hips forward. The moan that fell from her lips as he fucked her mouth made his head fall back. He pulled her off of him when he felt himself getting close. His fingers left her hair, grasping her chin gently as she stood. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. She tangled a hand into his hair, the other grasping his shoulder. His hands slid down her body, grasping the back of her thighs as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He nipped her bottom lip before swiping his tongue along it. She parted her lips, her tongue brushing against his. 

She gasped when Fred dropped her onto the bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking up at him. “Are you ready to behave?” He looked down at her, holding her gaze as she nodded. He shook his head as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Use your words, princess.” He slid his shirt off, watching her as she pulled his jumper over her head. “Yes.” She reached out for him as he moved over her. He used his knee to push her legs apart, his eyes dragging up her body. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He smirked as he got to his knees at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her ankles, yanking her down until her hips were at the edge. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping the skin before he moved down her leg. She watched as his mouth moved closer to her pussy. Each nip seemed harder than the last. Her head fell back when he pressed his tongue to her clit. His name fell from her lips when he plunged two fingers into her. She felt herself getting closer, then he dragged his teeth over her clit. She yelped at the feeling, her eyes rolling back when he sucked her clit between his lips. He curled his fingers, her toes curled, a moan leaving her lips as she clenched around his fingers. He pulled his fingers from her, he looked up at her as he pushed his fingers into his mouth. Her cheeks heated at the sight, causing him to smirk. He climbed over her as she scooted up the bed. She leaned up, kissing him. She pulled him down as she laid back on the bed. “You’re in for it, love.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. “You’ve had me thinking about being inside of this pretty little pussy all day.” He gave her no warning as he sank into her. He tangled his fingers into her hair at the back of her head, yanking down. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrusted into her. She gasped when he nipped at her collarbone. He maintained a tight hold on her hair. The pleasure mixed with small kisses of pain was starting to overwhelm her. Her nails dug into his skin when she felt the warmth building in her stomach. She moved her hips to meet his, trying to reach her orgasm. Fred kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to hers as she came, lewd moans falling from her lips. 

He flipped her over, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees. His hand moved up her back, pushing her chest down to the bed. She turned her head, reaching to move her hair out of her face. Fred grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he leaned over her. “Let go, love.” He whispered in her ear, rubbing his tip through her folds. She whined, pushing her hips back when she felt his tip at her entrance. He let go of her hands, leaning back. She gasped when his hand collided with her ass. His palm smoothed over the red handprint. “What did I say, princess? Let go, let me take care of you.” She gasped as he slammed into her. “F-Fred.” She moaned, “I-i.” Her words lodged in her throat as her breath hitched. He slammed into her relentlessly. She knew what she was doing earlier, teasing him. She just wanted him to come home and fuck her over the counter. But this? This was even better than that. She yelped when his hand came into contact with her ass again. He smoothed his hand over her hips, digging his fingers as he pulled her back against him to meet his thrusts. Her legs were shaking, she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. He leaned down, wrapping his arm around her chest, pulling her up with him. His fingers wrapped lightly around her neck as her back arched. She whimpered with each thrust. He pressed his fingers into her pulse point, her head falling back onto his chest. He glanced down at her, noticing her mouth fall open. She reached up behind, tangling her fingers into his hair. He slid his other hand from her hip and between her thighs. He used his fingers to circle her clit. “Look at you, taking me so well.” Fred groaned, giving her a hard thrust. Incoherent babble fell from her lips as her free hand gripped his arm that was pressed across her chest. He could feel her clenching around him, he pressed his fingers harder into her clit. She whimpered when she finally came, the feeling almost too much. Her fingers tugged at Fred’s hair, her eyes fluttering shut. Her fingers slowly slid from his hair as she started coming down from her orgasm. His hips snapped against hers, a groan leaving his lips when he came. She moaned at the feeling of him spilling into her, clenching around him again. He kept thrusting until she was trembling as she came again. She mumbled something incoherent again as her body relaxed against him. She was putty in his hands, if he let go of her, she would fall to the bed. He gently laid her down on the bed as he pulled out of her. He laid down next to her, rolling her over and pulling her into his side. He smirked when he noticed the dazed look on her face. He smiled to himself as he realised what state she was in. She curled into him, laying her head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her 

“Hey, love.” Freddie whispered, dragging his fingers up her arm. “Mm?” She hummed, nuzzling her face into his chest. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head. They laid in silence for a while as he held her. Her fingers traced paths between the freckles on his chest and stomach. “What are you doing down there?” He asked quietly, being patient with her. “I’m naming the stars.” She mumbled, moving her head to look up at him. A lazy smile graced her lips as she looked up at Fred. He brought his hand up to her cheek, tracing a finger under her cheekbone. “You want to take a shower?” He asked, holding her soft gaze. She shook her head gently, pulling herself closer to him. She nudged his chin with her nose, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he brushed his nose against hers. She brushed her lips against his, biting her lip as a small smile formed on her lips. It didn’t take long for her to shift so she was laying on top of him. He lightly drug his fingertips up her spine. 

“Freddie.” She mumbled, lifting her head to look at him. “Yeah, love?” He asked, turning his head to look at her. “Can we take a shower now?” She asked, giving him a small pout. 

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

time traveling ballpit: "into the pit." don't you fuckin tell me it wasn't time travel, they call it the "time-traveling ballpit" IN the ultimate guide that is a CANON descriptor

spring bonnie replaces some kid's dad in real life: "into the pit." we dont talk about that enough that's the REAL funny part of the short

plushtrap gets hit by a train: "out of stock." pretty self-explanatory. also had human eyes and teeth

funtime foxy taxi driver: "room for one more." it's the first nightmare this dude has and so you're not even expecting it and suddenly funtime foxy is just THERE

never explaining what the FUCK "the new kid" ending was about: if you've read it you know what i mean

springtrap mpreg: "in the flesh." i know the proper fandom term is matpat mpreg but the man's retiring let's cut him a little bit of slack

afton fuckin explodes: "the man in room 1280." i was noooot fucking expecting THAT

fazgoo: "he told me everything." i think the name speaks for itself

PUPPET FORKLIFT RAMMING INTO 15FT AGONY AFTON MECH: "the cliffs epilogue." why did nobody warn me about that one. everyone warned me about the mpreg and the ballpit and nobody about charlie being strapped to a forklift in the attempt to push the giant 15ft afton mech screaming "I AM AGONY" like an edgy teenager into a fucking lake to drown him. this one's my favorite personally. charlie forklift certified

9yo burns "just say no" onto drug dealer's forehead for kicks: "gumdrop angel epilogue." they set that shit up like jake was gonna kill the guy but instead he took the WAY funnier option

sea bonnies: "sea bonnies." sea bonnies.

michael in the bushes: "you're the band." michael loses animatronic freddy's possessed head and stalks the person who bought it, digs through her attic and hides in her bushes, and then follows her to a new house and hides in her bushes AGAIN. then when her kid is kidnapped he drives her down to freddy's in an awkwardly silent car ride, saves her kid from puppet tentacles, and explains nothing

[reidsdimples]

When Everything Changed | Part 4

18+❤️‍🔥 MDNI‼️

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Enemies to lovers

Part 3

Mixed emotions are confronted while alone with Spencer in his apartment.

The team had zeroed on the unsub and the sting operation was being planned out. Last you and Spencer heard, they were about an hour from the address.

The night had stretched into the early morning. You had helped Spencer with his medicine and weird liquid food before putting on a movie. Said movie, Friday the 13th had just ended and he was asleep on the couch.

There hadn’t been another instance of him touching or kissing you but also neither of you sniped at the other. You mostly were in blissful silence either working or watching the movie. You didn’t know when Spence fell asleep but you glanced back at him from where you sat on the floor in front of the couch.

His face was slack with sleep and smooshed against his hand. He had the blanket pulled up over his shoulder and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Your mind kept going back to Darcy and Elizabeth. Could he really be your Darcy? Did he want to be?

The credits ended and the room fell silent, prompting him to stretch and rub his sleepy eyes. He glanced over at you where you didn’t hide the fact that you were watching him sleep. The dim screen was the only thing illuminating his features but you could see the curiosity in his gaze.

“You fell asleep,” you tutted and turned from him. Your back was still leaning against the couch.

“I dreamed about Freddy Krueger if that counts,” you hear him smile.

“I hope he got you,” you pout and toss a piece of your popcorn at his head. It bounces off and tumbles to the floor next to you.

“Nope, unfortunately for you I’m still here,” he laughs softly, contently and sits up. You’re sitting next to his legs now, the urge to touch him heightening in such close proximity. “You tensed up,” he observed.

“What- no I didn’t!” You scoff.

“Deflecting and now you won’t look at me,” he points out. You whirl to face him to try and prove him wrong but he greets you with a devilish grin that has your stomach tightening.

“What are you implying Spencer?” You huff. He raises his eyebrows, pleased that you’re bothered. His knee knocks against your shoulder.

He leans down, prompting his elbows on his knees with his arms dangling between his spread legs.

“I’m not implying anything besides the obvious,” his gravely voice is near a whisper. His perfect lips form the words so sinfully that you adjust as you clench your thighs together.

“Obvious is relative,” you lean up on your knees and move between his legs, forcing him to sit back on the couch. “Elaborate.”

“Your hatred for me has melted into lust just as mine has for you,” he insists and folds his arms behind his head. You place your hands on his thighs where the thin pajama pants offer little barrier between you and his skin.

“Are you certain? Because honestly you look kind of punchable right now,” you give him a sarcastic smile. He leans forward so your noses are almost touching.

“I’m certain I can take whatever you want to do to me,” his words are deadly, dripping in seduction.

Shit.

“Your hand keeps inching up towards my cock. You keep licking your lips and clenching those delicious thighs. I bet you’re dripping wet right now,” he leans in and whispers against your ear.

Frustrations floods over you because he’s right, you hate when he’s right. But that frustration gives way to a wave of need that has your pussy clenching around nothing.

You glance down at his lap as he leans back again, the absence of his mouth near your neck only slightly upsetting. His erection has begun to grow in his pants and you know that crossing this line is dangerous. But then your mouth starts watering and you feel the need to grab it, the need to pump him until his whimpering beneath you.

“You’re arrogant,” you say because it’s true. The you trail your hand up and grip his cock through his pants. He flinches and watches you with wide eyes. “You’re a know it all,” you add as you adjust to his still hardening cock in your hand.

“Mhmm, anything else?” He bites his lip, watching you intently. You don’t know whether to focus on his facial expressions or his perfect length in your hand. He thrust his hips upward, filling your hand with him.

“You’re extremely infuriating,” you grab his waist band and tug his pants down. “Not to mention intellectually inferior to me,” you grin as you grab his cock.

His eyes go wide at the assertion and he’s about to say something when you bring your tongue to his tip and drag slow circles around the head. The salty flavor of him melts on your tongue and has your clit throbbing with need. He deflates into the couch when you wrap your mouth around him, taking him deep into the back of your throat all at once until your nose is flattened against his pelvis.

“Fuck you,” he pants as he draws out the words, finally responding to the last insult. You bring your head back up his length, hallowing your lips and sucking sweetly, torturously until he’s groaning beneath you.

You pop his head out of your mouth and look up at him.

“You could fuck me,” you shrug and then spit on his cock before take him deep again. “But you won’t,” you tease and continue your assault on him, pumping your hand with the motion of your mouth. You swirl you tongue to taste every inch of him, to draw out his pleasure.

Your other hand drops to your clit, running circles in speed with your mouth on his cock. His hand curls into your hair and shoves you deeper into his cock, making it clear that your little taunt pissed him off. You gag and choke and drool around him before he yanks your head off of him.

“It seems like you want me to be pissed off,” he tilts his head, jerking yours closer to his face. “Is that it? You want me to hate fuck you?”

You always enjoyed the darker more sassy side of him, this side of him. You did want that. You wanted him angry. You wanted him to use you.

“Mhmm,” you grin wildly.

He grabs the nape of your neck and stands, forcing you to stand with him.

“Your smart mouth and insistence on being right is going to get you fucked until you can’t walk,” he bends you over the kitchen table where files go flying.

“I don’t think you can,” you bite out, glancing back at him. He drops down behind you, removing your jeans swiftly and with ease.

“I’m going to enjoy making you scream for me,” he exhales as his long fingers trails up your soaked cunt. “Dripping with desire. Or was it hatred?” He muses and slaps your ass.

You grunt, annoyed at his fine line shit.

“Hatred. I want to fuck you out of my system,” you spread your legs and look over your shoulder at him.

His eyes are darker, filled with something more primal. This is another competition for both of you. Who is going to tap out first?

He lines the thick head of his cock up at your entrance and sinks in slowly.

“I know it’s tight baby. Don’t cum too soon,” you purr just to piss him off.

A groan of annoyance erupts from his chest as his grips your hips. He plunges into you hard now, forcing your walls to stretch around him, your cervix aching when he pounds into it. It feels so good.

He snaps and thrusts his hips forward and into you impossibly quick before angling himself to hit that spot inside of you that draws out a loud moan.

“Fucking let me hear how much you hate me, how much you hate this,” he grabs your hair and jerks your head back. It only improves that angle until sounds you don’t recognize are pouring out of you.

He reaches down and starts rubbing your clit and he rails into you, never missing a beat.

“Fuck,” you cry out as your legs start to shake.

“Cum for me,” he pants as he fucks you harder still. Your pelvis is slamming into the wooden table but it’s hurt so good.

Your eyes are rolling back in your head and the mix of pain and pleasure he’s giving you in equal measure. You tighten around him and shudder as your orgasm rocks you. You choke out a scream that sounds vaguely like ‘Reid’ but you hope he can’t tell.

He pulls out of you abruptly as your orgasm rattles you and before you can protest he’s on his knees with his face buried in your pussy from behind. You arch your back to give him better access and he grips your ass to spread you wider for him. Your clit is throbbing as he sucks on it until you’re on the verge of tears. He skids his tongue skillfully up and down your entrance, even all the way up to your ass until yours moaning for him.

He doesn’t stop sucking on your pussy and tongue fucking it until you’re orgasming on his face. You reach back and press his head closer into you as you cum in his fucking mouth.

“Finally something that mouth is good for,” you grind out.

He stands, fire blazing in his gaze, his lips glossing with your cum. He flips you on your back and pulls your legs up onto his shoulders. You can watch him now as he slides back into you.

Your cunt is sensitive as he rolls his hips to find the spot that causes you to moan. When he does, a satisfied grin plays in his face but you don’t have the capacity to sass him, it feels too good. Who would have thought that Spencer Reid was so versed in the art of pleasuring a woman.

His hands find your tits and squeezes them hard, they fit in his hands perfectly. The sight of him fucking you is overwhelming as he stimulates you in multiple ways. Fuck, you didn’t know if you could take another orgasm.

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip like it usually does when he’s focusing and he catches you staring at his mouth. He seems to have the same realization as you. You hadn’t kissed him yet. A wild thought given that his cock was sliding in and out of you at this very moment.

He drops your legs and brings them around his waist before leaning forward. He stares down at you for a moment, longingly as a whimper comes from his throat. You lean up and capture his lips in yours. It’s more intimate, more real than sex somehow.

You’re both a mess of moans and clashing tongues as he slowly winds himself in and out of you. He’s drawing you closer to the edge, he has you whimpering, nearly in tears at how good it feels. He’s kissing you deeply, passionately, as though he’s long for the taste of you for ages.

You curl your hands in his hair to deepen the kiss, to have something to hold on to as another orgasm crashes through you.

“Spencer,” it comes out as a plea as you pulse around him.

A damning grunt escapes him and he breaks the kiss, throwing his head back as you tighten on his cock. That’s it for him, his thrusting falters and he pulls out of you, grabbing his cock and pumping it.

You say nothing but sink to the floor and take him in your mouth until his hot cum is coating the back of your throat. He braces himself on the table, the most delicious moans escaping him as you swallow everything he has.

He crouches down on the floor with you, your legs shaking too bad to stand back up. He pulls you into him and holds you close to his chest.

“When are we going to admit that this isn’t hate?” He murmurs and kisses your head.