#fnaf vanny x reader

[foxcantswim]

Total INSECURITY when they come after me~ (Lyric inspired by Total Insecurity FNAF:SB song by Rockit)

I honestly swooned when I saw Vanessa in the movie... Give me feral Vanessa in future movies please... I miss my wife :( Wish there was more content for her.

[eggcromancer]

Okay hear me out, a lot of Y/N x DCA fics has Y/N replacing Vanessa as the night guard; But what *if* I make them work besties instead? 👀

full credits to @way2gosuperrstarr for the technician y/n & night guard vanny brainworms! (I'll be charging you rent later!! 💥💥💥 //affectionate)

[karoochui]

Tw for just slight blood

also Help Wanted 2 DCA spoilers maybe

How have i never drawn Vanessa before also Sun in Help Wanted 2. Heart eyes. He was crazy for all of that

[vilsoo]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ⌇WILLIAM AFTON

william afton x fem!reader || WC: 4,172

𖤐 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. as the new intern for fazbear’s entertainment, you seemed to have grabbed william’s attention. but when an innocent work crush becomes a dark and twisted obsession, the only way he can have you is by corrupting you...

𖤐 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.

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Your innocence drives William Afton insane.

He remembered the first day he hired you. You were just a young woman in university looking forward to this internship with a good hourly wage. And as time progressed, you were always this sweet and tender being for him. He loves to watch you doing your own thing, his movements furtive and unnoticed as he easily blends in with the shadowy corners of the pizzeria. He was intrigued about the fascination you have for his animatronics and their quirky mechanics. Perhaps you were just as gullible as his other child victims who were too late to realize his creations were actually killer machines.

However, William’s thirsty murder drive wasn’t as insatiable for you compared to the mindless little children in his pizzeria. Your curiosity was just too adorable to him that it makes him sexually enraged sometimes. There was something about an alluring woman like you that crawled under his skin, riling him up to corrupt the dark depths of your mind. Make him own you, use you, and just ruin you as his precious little whore.

And that’s when he designed the Vanny mask. A special mask created with the augumented glitchtrap virus that mind controls and corrupts whoever wears it. Just thinking about you being completely under his control, your sharp-witted brain clouded with desire and devotion for him, and only him, made him lose his mind.

It was closing time and all the guests were gone for the night. You were powering off all the beloved animatronics in the parts and service room, ready to go home and finish your assignments. But it wasn’t until William’s shadow overtook your peripheral vision, noticing him leaning against the doorframe with a gentle, nurturing smile on his face.

“Working late again?” he coaxed, the husk in his voice sending a shiver coursing down your spine. You must admit, Mr. Afton is a very fine man for his age despite the huge age gap. Your eyes furtively glide up his arms from his rolled up purple dress shirt, taking in his firm biceps and his entire muscle structure almost visible. Attractive, veiny arms and elegant, clean hands with long, slender fingers— you had to quickly glance away before you got caught staring.

“Sorry. You know how much I love to spend time with the animatronics. Especially Foxy and Bonnie,” you beamed.

“And for that, you’ve been doing such a good job so far. Such a smart girl, aren’t you?”

“If you say so, Mr. Afton,” you chuckled nervously, feeling your heart race erratically from his enticing compliment.

William waits for you as you pack up your things for the night to clock out and close the pizzeria with him. But deep down, he couldn’t control himself around you, his gaze growing darker from the morbid thought of physically digging through that pretty brain of yours and rewiring it like how he designs his killer animatronics and their broken little souls to obey him and only him. He had this gripping addiction for you, surrounding him with this madness to fucking chain up your innocence and corrupt you.

He couldn’t wait to reveal the beautiful surprise he has for you in his office.

You finally have your stuff, ready to go home for the night. “Alright, Mr. Afton. I’ll be on my way now. You have a goodnight!”

“Oh, wait—!” he suddenly sputtered, catching up to you before opening the door and escaping him. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I have something cool I need to show you in my office, if you don’t mind. It’s a nice surprise just for being my favorite intern here.”

The way you raised your brows and widened your eyes was so oddly adorable to him. “A surprise? Aw, you didn’t have to!”

“No, no. For your wonderful service, I felt inclined to reward you with something cool. You go on right ahead into my office and take a peak. Apologies for, uh, making you stay a little longer just as you were about to leave.”

You couldn’t help but oblige, falling right into William’s trap just like that. An innocent surprise, just how could you resist that from your boss that you were secretly crushing on? As you sauntered down the dimly lit checkered hallway into his office, you slowly open the door and noticed a white rabbit mask laying right in the middle of his mahogany desk.

It all felt so odd at first. As if something was amiss. Usually his computer and paperwork would be disorganized right on this desk, but his office was entirely cleaned out. Were you in the right room? You were sure that this was his office, the same office where he conducted your interview and got you started with your onboarding when you got hired. The same office that he invited you in for coffee and discussing about your career and pursuing your major. Frazzled with confusion and slightly perplexed of the changes and the way the air felt ever so slightly thicker and ominous, you couldn’t help but feel drawn into the mask.

There was a purple glow coming from the eyes of the rabbit mask, prompted to reach out to it and run your finger down the mask. Something about it was reeling you in, luring you into a trance that you dropped your backpack onto the floor. No matter what, your gaze couldn’t leave the mask as you stared into its eyes, utterly hypnotizing you. Then you slowly picked it up and turned it around, suddenly wincing in pain when you see the wicked purple glowing code, the cryptic symbols, and foreign arcane patterns.

Ensnared by the hypnotic patterns, it feels as if you completely lost your sense of self and became increasingly disconnected from this reality, transpiring around you. You inch the rabbit mask closer to you, the hypnotic and corrupt coding overwriting your willpower and invading you tremendously like a virus. And once the mask settles into your face, you were no longer yourself.

New user detected.

Pairing occipital transponder.

Stay calm.

This won’t hurt a bit.

You let out a yelp from a dull throb as you were helplessly consumed by this malicious coding, this malware literally brainwashing you like cables and wires attaching to your occipital lobe. At first your visual perception and your visuospatial processing were completely altered until the malware spread into other regions of your brain, specifically your hypothalamus ansa lenticularis and pallidum; where your sexual desire is mediated. It was like a vise tightening around your temples, each squeeze sending waves of sharp, pulsing pain through your fragile skull. Your coherence became fragmented. Your agony was also amplified. But these invasive commands from the virus seared into your consciousness, suffocating you with this tremendous amount of lust pooling in your brain.

William was standing by the doorframe again, watching you with a wicked smirk as you tried to rip the Vanny mask off your face, stumbling on some thick wires on the floor and falling when your balance and coordination faltered. You started screaming in terror, begging for somebody to help get this device off of you. But William couldn’t help but get turned on, and watching you scream and cry for mercy as the glitchtrap virus, the malware he programmed and created himself, corrupted you so beautifully to become his precious possession and own you forever.

When you managed to get back on your feet, William roughly grabs you by the neck from behind and snatches the mask off of you, forcing you in place when you tried to run. You panted heavily, your fear provoking the man wis=th a rush of arousal shooting inside him. He loved hearing your squeals and your cries, muffled by his large hands. It was just too precious; you, an unsullied young woman, playing right into his hands.

“Where do you think you’re going, my sweet?” he taunted in your ears, having to hold onto you tighter and suffocate you the more you squirmed. “You know that you’re under my control now, right? You can’t think for yourself anymore. You only obey.”

Your head still throbbed in pain from the virus spreading into your brain, trying to grasp onto your coherence and the ability to get ahold of yourself before it was too late. Fear, misery, and agony kept flinching inside you. You were in no position to defend yourself even if you had the physical strength to fight for your life. But the betrayal— the utter betrayal of your boss, Mr. William Afton, a man you admired for so long as your mentor, shattered you completely.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this,” his breathless voice fills your ears. “No one would ever take a smart woman like you seriously here. No one except me. Don’t you realize I was the only person that was fond of you? Nobody would even talk to you.”

With all your strength you tried to fight back and escape William’s grasp, but your struggle was to no avail. “Please— please,“ you choked out, “don’t do this— I swear, I won’t tell—“

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you.” He slapped his hand over your mouth, subtly growling when he felt his cock grow harder from the fear and terror overtaking you that it brought you to tears. “You’re all mine to do with as I desire now, you understand? You’ll be my precious fucktoy from now on.”

How he loved hearing your muffled squeals, your pleads, and your cries for the first time, echoing off the walls of the pizzeria just like the rest of the kids he murdered right in this office not that long ago. But it was not his plan to kill you specifically tonight.

Because once that virus engraves in your brain permanently, you’ll belong to him forever.

There was still fear seizing within you that you started drowning in your own insanity. But soon it was invaded with an odd feeling of arousal— This painful grasp he had on you started to bloom an irresistible throbbing in your cunt, waking your body into a new sensation you’ve never endured in your life. As if the virus was rousing your soul, sedating you with pleasure, burning like acid. The way William was able to taunt you and torture you emotionally and physically had you succumbing to him, right at his command, taking every twisted thing he ever said and rewiring your brain to take it as a good thing.

“Aw, look at you. Did your sensitivity increase when I hold you like this?” The way he shamelessly cups your breasts, massaging them ever so gently had you trapped in this menacing ecstasy. A consuming, yet flagrant wrath that overflowed you. He violated your brain and you had no control of your coherence. You can’t decide what was right or wrong for you anymore; only William can do that.

Obsession. Obedience. Something so incessant, like this maddening hunger and desire, filled your body to the brim. You felt filthy. Nasty. Like a lost little rabbit caught in the woods by a big bad wolf, you were the prey. There was this erratic pounding in your cunt the more his hands roamed about your sensitive body— it was enough to make you limp like a toy for him to play with. He grabs your uniform and rips it open to expose your breasts, your nipples more tender as he plays with them.

“Look at you. It didn’t take long for the effects to kick in,” he chuckles. “Do you wanna know what’s happening to your body? My Glitchtrap virus not only brainwashed you, but rendered parts of your brain with aphrodisiac.”

Your eyes started to sulk, unable to speak properly but only whimper and moan softly from the way he toys with your body. “You’re gonna be my pretty, obedient little whore from now on,” the man continued. “Your memories will be wiped. You can’t make decisions for yourself anymore. You’re only useful to me when I fuck you in this office…”

“…and when I use you to kill more kids for me.”

He abruptly forces you down onto his desk, pressing your face against the wooden surface while taking your limp hands and bounding you behind your back with his belt so swiftly. Usually you’d be afraid. Usually you would be struck by terror from the way he handled you so aggressively in a helpless, futile state. But this virus, this aphrodisiac, rather, had you turned on so much that you couldn’t see straight. It felt like the inner whore in you awakened, and your poor aching cunt couldn’t stop furtively pounding and throbbing from how needy and slutty you really are for him.

His pants were undone while yours was pulled down just below your ass. William felt his cock stirring from the way you arched your back so perfectly for him, showing your ass off for him to toy with and slap. Your mind couldn’t stop screaming, internally begging for him to be inside your cunt already; and immediately he could tell how desperate you became kust from how you backed your ass up onto him to feel the tip of his cock. How you were so needy for friction, for the sensation, that a whine escapes your lips it urged him to slap your ass again.

“Use your words, pretty whore,” he snarked. “Before you were just my innocent little intern and now you’re my greedy little bitch who’s good for nothing but a fuck. Might have to fuck you extra hard just to see your limit with that virus.”

“Mm— please fuck me, Mr. Afton,” you slurred, almost drooling on his desk as he kept your head pinned down. “Please fuck me… like your pretty little whore.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming for you to say that, darling.”

This wild ecstasy was fulfilling William, like an insatiable hunger and frenzy slowly growing to its peak. He slides his cock deep into your soppy cunt, letting out a low grunt from the way your walls clenched so tight on him. You let out a loud cry; he was so big that it was too painful. But how merciful of him to let you adjust for awhile, right before he pulls out and slams into you again. It was so sloppy, so filthy, and so messy as he starts to pick up his speed, grunting with each thrust that your pain warred with pleasure.

No rational thought formed in your head; only unintelligent and pathetic moans from the way your boss was fucking you so hard and rough on his desk with your hands bound behind your back. Though you struggled to accommodate to his size, the virus was strong enough to make you succumb to the pleasure. His strokes were so rough, so savage, that you were already reduced to a wreck. You couldn’t get enough of this mind-numbing pleasure, it’s like you could see stars fly past your eyes. And not only did William bask in the beautiful sight of corrupting you like this— oh, he fucking loved the way your cunt felt. It was so perfect; molding it to the shape of his cock for him to use.

“Dripping all over my cock now, huh? Beg me to make you come. I need to hear you,” he taunts, his voice so terse it made your cunt throb involuntary.

“I— I wanna come all over your cock, sir,” you whined, eyes welling with blissful tears. “Please make me come. Use me all you want. I’m yours.”

“Fuck.” William threw his head back and gave a guttural groan, fucking into you much faster and that your body and mind spiked with pleasure. “I love when my pretty slut knows her place.”

Your turmoil has spiraled into shameless arousal, taking every harsh thrust of his cock hitting your g-spot so good that not only did it stimulate your cunt, but your brain. Electric sensations skyrocket through you before you could even register it all, your glossy eyes and face all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension. You loved it. You fucking enthralled in it. His rough hands on you, his savage strokes, his cruelty to you. How he managed to uncover your salacity, your forbidden desire of being bound and fucked this way like a nymphomaniac.

The thought of him brainwashing you as his free use fuckslut and his experiment, his prodigy just to kill innocent people for him… your brain became number and number, as if your orgasm completely sedated you. You let out a scream, clutching your fists for your dear life and squirming in his grip as you came so hard on his desk, your pussy erratically pounding and squeezing on his cock that it made William come inside you, pumping every load into you. You’ve lost the feeling in your thighs, trembling with every harsh smack of his hips against your ass as he fills you. Hard, deep thrusts that nudges right up against that spongey, sensitive spot inside. Your brain falls so foggy as you were at your limit, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t done with you.

William pulls out slow, eyes never leaving your pussy just to see it flexing over nothing like you were yearning for that feeling of fullness again, seeing ropes of his cum leaking out. This is all he wanted for so long— fucking you until you reach your limit and filling you with his cum all the way to the brim— all while brainwashing you to obey every command of his and doing most of his dirty work for him.

“I have been dreaming of having you like this the moment I hired you,” he spoke ominously, grabbing the mask just to abruptly shove it back onto your face as if he was downing you with a drug. “It was so fascinating to see; how I managed to control you by a virus I made. I can just taste the fear in you, and I turned that fear into pleasure…”

“…You belong to me now. I will never let you go.”

It’s a shame, how you’ll never be the same person you were before. How you’re reduced as nothing but William’s pet, having no control over your own life and using you for his entertainment, pleasure, and satisfaction. Sure, you’ll be able to live a normal life as if nothing happened; going back home to friends and family with no memory of what happened, until the corrupted emails with malware that William sends to you fucks with your brain, which was heavily prone to his psychological tortures and manipulations.

Some coworkers noticed. Some coworkers didn’t care. The difference in your personality, your attitude, your demeanor. How you’re exhibiting these vacant, yet glazed expressions at work, and the way how you spoke was either monotonous or overly compliant. But the moment William calls you into his office after hours, all that turmoil and agitation suddenly becomes your pleasure.

A few months later, missing children reports were spreading like wildfire. And though the police couldn’t find any evidence against William Afton or within every inch of the pizzeria, it was all you; hiding in your handmade white rabbit suit with patches and stitches all over, made of patterned fabrics of grey and black. How you easily lured kids into the parts and service room, murdering them either one by one or altogether in a group.

Vanny was now your new identity. Your new life.

A life you would not give anything else in the world for, as long as William rewards you.

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[shadowskulls-blog]

Alright, time to feed the lesbian's

Vanessa Shelly x F!Reader

*Dom!Vanessa, Sub!Reader, bondage, hand cuffs, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, making out, rough sex, lesbian sex, sex toy, strap on, nipple play*

"Hey..."

You whimpered, as your wrists were tightened in the hands cuffs. You're arms pulled above your head. You're eyes closed as you tried not to let out a loud whimper. Just being in this position is enough to get you wet

Vanessa sitting on top of you...her legs squeezing your sides. You can feel her tugging on the handcuffs, trying to get them attached to the bed frame...

Oh god it feels so nice...

You open your eyes to look up at Vanessa. Expecting to see her looking back down at you.....only to be met with your girlfriends chest

You could tell because of the tie she wore. Every moment you saw her wearing it, you wanted to grab it and tug her face towards yours...

Your face got much hotter, only an inch closer your face would be in those. You try and inch your face a bit closer but, Vanessa moves away...

Vanessa's fingers curled up into almost fits but, not entirely. Her hands resting in your palms. Showing she was done with your cuffs...

You groan from Vanessa moving away before you could shove your face in her boobs. You look up, only to be met with that smirk. That cocky smirk she used on you the day you met...the one she always used on you...

"someone's needy..." Vanessa said as she looked down at you. Her hands trailed down from your hands. Her finger tips uncurling and leaving goosebumps down your arms all the way to your chest.

You breath out, trying to not whimper and show Vanessa that this is working on you, more than she thought, hell...more than you thought.

"please... don't keep me waiting Nessy~..." You begged, putting on the face you always used on Vanessa, trying to move your face closer but, if you tried. Your shoulders would cramp but...you really couldn't give two shits.

So what if your shoulders hurt. Something else was going to soon if...your theory was correct...

Vanessa chuckled a bit as she leaned down, her hand sliding up your chest to your neck. her hand finally stopping to cup your cheek.

"it's officer Shelly tonight~" Vanessa said, as she kissed you. You moaned into the kiss as you leaned up more trying to go a bit deeper in the kiss.

Vanessa could feel your lips moving, she knew what you were trying to do.

As the kiss went on longer with you both only stopping to get a second of breath before you both went back.

You moaned as you shoved your tongue in Vanessa's mouth, going past her teeth and feeling hers. Vanessa chuckled as both her hands went to your jaw line, with her leaning in more.

Turning the once soft kiss into a sloppy tongue make out session. You continued on with the kiss, with you begining to move your legs a bit into a more comfortable position for you but...

You soon felt Vanessa's left leg leave your side as you felt her slide it down and-

"Ah!" You moaned out as you felt her knee press against your throbbing pussy. Breaking the kiss as saliva connect from both your tongues, you tried to hold back anything else...but...damnit...

You both made eye contact as Vanessa put her tongue back in her mouth, tasting your saliva and to clear her throat...

"you're so wet, it's practically making my whole knee soaked" Vanessa said with a hint of lust in her voice. You held back any whimper from behind your lips as you could feel her knee....

Christ it feels to good.

You moaned out as you look up at Vanessa, your face red and hot. Sweat beginning to show as you...you needed this so damn bad... you're already this aroused from her putting her knee on you...

"Nessy-"

Vanessa pushed her knee more and rolled it up, rolling up against your clit and staying there. Pressing down on it. You got a tiny shock from it as you moaned out, as loud as you could.

"what's my name?" Vanessa asked as she smirked down at you. You moaned out with your hips bucking. Your body beginning to shake as it was over simulating with lust...

She really had you in place right now, damnit why is it so sexy...

"officer Shelly, please..." You begged again as you rocked your hips a bit. Vanessa smiled as she let her knee down. One of her hands leaving your chest and making it's way to your pants, finally finding the button and undoing it.

She did all without breaking eye contact with you, her beautiful eyes starring back at yours.

"it's funny seeing you like this~" Vanessa joked as it's usually you who's the dominant one, always pulling her tie or grabbing her by the belt

You chuckle a bit as you feel her hands unzip you pants with her pulling them down gently.

"well, you've never tied me down like this. Surprised you didn't at least try the first time." You say with a bright blush on your face, with your smile going to a smirk.

"with cops slamming people down on their car and spreading the legs of the person..." you said as you started getting hot again, watching your pants fall to the ground along with your underwear, as Vanessa's hands rest in your inner thighs

"I'm surprised you haven't been using that to your advantage when you come visit me at work" you say, your gaze going all over Vanessa's body. Why'd she have to be so hot in that uniform...

"well, am about too~" Vanessa said as she gripped your thighs and spread them apart. You moaned out in pleasure as your could feel your dripping pussy...

Vanessa smiled as her right hand left your inner thigh, her fingers slowly tracing your wet flaps...

You moaned as you than felt her insert a finger into you. You moaned at the feeling of her moving her finger around inside of you. Her swirling it inside....

"ah! Fuck...." You moaned but quickly went into a grunt with you bitting at your lower lip. It's only one finger and it got you like this....

Vanessa than inserted another finger as she began pumping her fingers in and out, you moaned out as you felt her index and middle finger play around inside of you

You moaned out in pleasure as you began rocking your hips a bit, oh Jesus Christ this felt so good....

"somebody is getting excited~" Vanessa said as she pumped her fingers in and out of you her thumb going over you clit every now and than. She isn't even half way done yet and your already making a mess

You groaned in between a moan as you wanted to say something but, you than felt Vanessa insert another finger.

You moaned out, loud. As you've never taken three before. Her fingers pumping in and out and spreading inside of you....

You didn't realize until you felt it that Vanessa had tore your bra off and connected her mouth with your right breast. Her tongue gazing across your nipple, with her pulling your right leg up a bit

"oh fuck! Oh fuck! God damn!" You said in-between moans as you look down at her, her eyes opening to gaze up at you.

She can tell by your body shaking and you clenching, your getting close to cumming. She smirked as she bit down on your nipple a bit.

"getting close?" Vanessa asked with your eyes widening a bit.

"don't try and-" you were saying, because you thought she was going to stop right before you came but, she moved up more. Her face an inch away from yours and her arm pulling your leg up more as her fingers continued to pump in and out

"I'm not going to but, don't give me the idea to" Vanessa said as she connected her lips with yours. You closed your eyes and continued to kiss her back.

Her fingers pumping in and out of you until, you felt it inside of you. You're getting close, you can feel it. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck....

Your eyes widened as you clenched your walls around Vanessa's fingers and let yourself cum around them

A loud moan filling the bedroom as your mouth was agape with your chest heaving up and down.

Vanessa smirked as she felt your cum surround her fingers, soon pulling them out of you and looking down to see the mess you left.

Vanessa than opened her mouth and made sure you saw her lick up your juices.

"you're nasty Nessy..." You said with a smirk as you laid back in the pillows, sweat dripping down your forehead and body.

"god damn, why don't you do that every time?" You asked as you saw Vanessa get off the bed. With her taking her hair out and letting it fall to her shoulders as she started taking her cop uniform...as she walked in the bathroom

'Couldn't do the strip down in front me?'

"well, tonight is special" Vanessa responded from inside the bathroom. Oh yeah, 2 year's ago today was your first date. Damn what a fine day that was back than.

"yeah, hey. When your done in there, can you uncuff me? I like being tied down by you but sexy time is over" you said with a chuckle as you heard Vanessa laugh back from inside the bathroom.

"no, it's not hun" Vanessa responded which made your eyes widen a bit. Until Vanessa walked back out for the bathroom in a strap on. Your face got red hot with you starring at the purple dildo for a second

"surprised?" Vanessa asked as she walked up, crawling into the bed with her going in between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs like last time.

"to say the least...." You gazed back down at the crotch. You watch as her hand grab at the toy and line it with your pussy.

You were so excited that she didn't even need to lube the toy up since you were dripping wet.

You breathed heavy as you wanted her to shove it inside you already, you wanted her to fuck you...

You moan out loud as you feel the toy enter you, leaning your head back and looking up at the ceiling as you buck your hips a bit. Slowly, you feel Vanessa hips hit yours as she begins to thrust in and out of you, slowly.

You moan out in rough breaths as you look down, watching her hips go back and fourth.

Vanessa starred down at you, watching how each time she thrusted into you. How your tits would bounce up and down, your wetness going everywhere and leaking down your legs

Vanessa grabbed your hips, with her hands sliding under and pulling you up, making her thrust faster and harder into you.

"oh fuck...oh fuck... officer Shelly..." You moaned out, as you felt the toy keep hitting every good spot in you.

Vanessa breathed heavy as she leaned in more, her thrusting getting harder as it made you moan louder.

Vanessa looked down at your body again, the way the sweat came off your tits down your body, her hands clenched from beneath you as she wanted to see the other side

"turn around" Vanessa commanded, you opened your eyes as you nodded. You didn't even have the energy to speak with the way she was fucking you.

Vanessa pulled out as you turned around on your stomach, wondering why. You look over your shoulders with sweat dripping down your forehead

"why'd you make me- AH!" you asked before feeling Vanessa shove the toy back in and begin thrusting again.

"I just wanted to see you from behind" Vanessa said as her hands held your ass, as she thrusted into you. You began to shake as you knew you weren't going to last long

Not like this, you balled your hands up with you moaning out, trying to hold in from cumming.

You than looked over your shoulder, as you watched Vanessa fuck you. Your moans growing louder

Vanessa looked over to see you starring at her, your face looked so cute like that.

"you're so look so cute like this" Vanessa said as her hands gripped your cheeks. You blushed bright as you moaned out loud

"V-Vanessa!" You moaned out as you cummed hard, shaking as your walls clenched tight around the toy. With your body soon falling limp as you breathed out heavily.

The toy soon leaving you as Vanessa toke off the straps from her hips, as she laid next to you. Her arms wrapping around your under bust as she nudged her head next to yours

"how was that?" Vanessa asked as she gave you a kiss on the cheek, you chuckled a bit with you still getting your breath back.

"was sexy ass hell....can you undo my wrists now" you asked with you smiling, you were just taking a break now.

"I think I'll keep you like this the entire night" Vanessa said as she smiled and hugged you tighter. You chuckled a bit with you turning your head

"come on Ness, it's your turn~"

**

Sorry for the wait and I haven't written anything NSFW for a while so I hope it was sexy enough

[literallydontknowdontcare]

idk if you’ve done this already bc all the vanessa fics r merging together in my brain, but maybe smtg where she has a very stressful day at work, and needs to take her anger out in a healthy way (by doing the reader!!!)

Taking It Out On You

a/n: I love this prompt but I was on a certain sleepy drug when writing (I'm sick as hell right now) so I have no idea if this is good LOL. Anyway, exams are officially over so MORE FICS! YAY! And thanks for the love recently, you all are amazing :) Enjoy!

Content/Warning: smut, choking, pussy slapping, fingering [all r receiving], exhausted/pissed off Vanessa, handcuff use, gun used on you to get you off, you being a good baker, side note I love the Elizabeth lail edits recently 

w/c: 2304

You swayed your hips to the radio. Recently, there was more 80s music than new age, which you weren’t complaining about; sure, you missed hearing the newly hyped singer Miss Britney Spears, but even you had to admit Tears for Fears had a kick to it. Kneading into the last of the cookie dough, you conveniently hear the rumble of Vanessa's police vehicle pulling up to your shared home. Smiling, you pause the music, swiping off the flour that dusted the white countertops onto your apron just as the engine outside slows to a halt. The bench is now fairly clean, you wait eagerly as you see the faint outline of your girlfriend emerging from the car through the window.

The front door clicks open. You hear Vanessa’s footsteps thud a lot less carefully; usually, she would sneak up behind you from wherever you were in the house. She gradually got better at it, too, her dangerous job teaching her a thing or two. It was unlike her to come home after a long shift careless, thudding her jacket and gear on the ground before pressing herself behind you. She inhaled the scent of your freshly washed hair, groaning.

“Bad day?”, you ask, grabbing the pan of unbaked goods and placing them into the oven, Vanessa moving with you so she didn’t have to remove her grasp around you. She huffed as a reply. As you stood back up, she whipped you around, momentarily giving you whiplash. You took in her expression for the first time; her eyes were essentially dead, her pressed lips giving the smallest of indications that she was happy to be home as she attempted a smile when your eyes met.

“It was... Definitely a day”, she sighed. You tilted your head, lifting your hands to cup her face.

“Want to talk about it?”, you prod gently. It seemed that Vanessa was experiencing harder rosters more frequently than before: you presumed it was the pressure of her father, whom she almost never talked about, getting to her. Vanessa simply stared behind you at the oven, her dull eyes beginning to twinkle. “Chocolate chip?”, she questioned, avoiding your query.

You bit your lip and nodded. Her eyes met yours again and you pushed your face closer to hers, not quite reaching her lips but certainly leaving the possibility. Maintaining eye contact, you reach behind her head and softly pull on the hairtie of her ponytail, letting her short, blonde hair loose. She fluttered her eyes closed, groaning. You slide your fingers through the strands of her hair, pulling on them slightly to release any tension. Vanessa inhaled deeply. Pressing your lips against her jaw, you start to pepper her face with small kisses when you feel her take her hands off you, to your dismay.

*Shuffle shuffle*

Vanessa fiddled with her police belt, something that made your groin twist deliciously just from the sound of it. It usually meant one of two things: either she was about to take it off and with it her pants, or she was about to use something *from her belt*. As you attempt to part your lips from her face, she cuts you off.

“Don’t look”, she retorts. As much as you’d like to disobey those orders, there was no way you wanted to be her day even shittier. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you rest your head against her neck as you feel her take something off her belt. Smirking, she raises the object up to your stomach, pressing it deep into your flesh. You gasp and jump back, the coolness startling you. Before you could look down, she spun you around, slamming you against the sink. You whine, your knuckles gripping onto the counter. Vanessa returned to your behind in a flash, grinding her front against you. Disappointingly, you couldn’t feel a strap underneath her pants. You huff, which she notices immediately.

Grabbing onto your neck with a force that startled you, she brought you up so that you were standing straight up as opposed to being bent over. “With what I’m about to do to you, we won’t be needing my cock, baby”, she growled, her hand beginning to tighten around the sides of your neck. You gasp out, your hands rising to your neck to ease the grip, only to be yanked away behind you.

“Vanessa”, you cautioned, unsure of what she was getting at. You heard the jangle of the metal cuffs and froze. “You wanted to help me, yeah?”, she sang sweetly. “Baking me something, cleaning up the front of the house for me”, regarding the time you spent earlier today reorganizing and decorating the place for winter to make it homier.

“You want to make me feel good?”

You don’t hesitate to answer. “Always”

“Then let me use you”. You hear the clank of the cuffs being closed around your hands tightly, Vanessa's leg coming up between your legs that you opened just for her. “Let me see you come with my gun in your mouth”. At that sentence alone, you couldn’t help but let out a moan, jolting your hips involuntarily down on the thigh she had graciously given you. She laughed darkly behind you, removing herself completely from you, making you cry out and turn around to face her. You already missed her manicured hand that fit so perfectly around your neck, acting like a necklace you wished you could always have.

“Couch, baby”, Vanessa demanded, allowing herself to watch you as you made your way out of the room; God, you being in her handcuffs with a vacant, submissive look in your eyes made her want to double down on being rough with you. She followed you soon after, the only thing missing from her outfit being the cuffs that were around your hands and the gun... That was being held so confidently in Vanessa's right hand.

You shifted from your position on the couch, unsure. She laid it beside you, her mouth twitching at your confusion, before climbing on top of you to straddle your waist. She slammed her lips onto yours passionately, hot saliva mixing on both lips. Your moans gradually got louder as her hands attached to the back of your head, roughly pulling at your hair. Vanessa bites your lip harshly, grinning as you try to back away. Her hands leave your hair and begin to forcefully strip your pants from your body. Parting your lips from hers, you lift your legs up to assist her. The soft warm light from the living room lamp perfectly accentuated each other's features; Vanessa's eyes were completely focused on you, taking your sticky panties and flushed cheeks.

“Top off”, she leaned back, watching you rush to meet her demand, smirking as you fumbled with the buttons of your shirt. Now being completely naked, your skimpy bra and underwear being the only things covering your very aroused parts, she spread your thighs with an air of smugness.

“Vanessa”, you pout, jerking your pussy up. She trailed a slim finger along the top of your briefs, pulling them down slowly. Your breasts rise and fall rapidly at the sensuality of it all: the relaxed pace made you even more blushed. Moving her fingers around your folds, you lean your head back, closing your eyes in pleasure. Suddenly, Vanessa slapped at your pussy. Crying out, you snap your head back up and shut your legs. She didn’t like that. Narrowing her eyes, she yanked them back open, harshly slapping the inner side. “Keep them open. Don’t make me tie up your legs as well”. You squirm as she rubs her middle and ring finger quickly on your puffy clit, mewing out loud at the vulgar noises she was creating.

“So sweet like this, hm? Think you can last more than... What was it? Eight seconds?”, Vanessa snickered, recalling the time you came so quickly underneath her that it was actually dismal. You blush at her mocking tone. She swirled her fingers around your opening, her mouth twitching at the way your pussy spasmed when she pumped them in. You lay down, whimpering as she picked up the pace. With no regard to how prepared you were, she shoved two more fingers in. Wailing, you move your hips with her, remembering that she wasn’t doing this for you; she was doing this for her. The thrusts turned into a heavy pound, your moans making it known that you couldn’t take it. Vanessa feasted her eyes on your body, licking her lips at the way your arousal pooled on the leather of the couch. As you were distracted with the overwhelming urge to come right there and then, she reached for the gun. Too zoned out to notice, you felt her lips attach to your neck. “Don’t make a mark”, you plead as best as you can. She ignores you, licking at your sweet spot before sinking her teeth into the flesh. Hissing, you pull away before stopping dead in your tracks.

Pressed against your stomach was Vanessa’s gun. Just a Glock 22, you knew that much, as it was the same one every cop used around here. Though, the coldness of the frame stunned you, both from the Glock and Vanessas stared. She stared you down as she removed her other hand from your pussy, smirking at the yelp it caused. Your fluids glistened on her hand in the warm light. You wearily watch her stroke her hand up and down the tip of the gun.

Once satisfied, she pointed the gun at your stomach, tilting her head at your small gasp of exhilaration and fear. “I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Are you sure about this?”, she asked sweetly. Her gun was completely empty, for she always took the bullets out at the office after a shift. You didn’t know this, though. You would be relying completely on her skill and carefulness in handling a gun. Vanessa's stomach twisted deliciously at your utter dependence on her. Sucking a breath in, you nod.

She trailed the cool gun up your body, stopping short at your mouth. Pulling your messy hair back, your face red, she tapped the tip of your swollen lips. “Open up for me baby”, she husked. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the muzzle, breasts rapidly rising and falling from the thrill of it all. She forces the frame in, resting her finger on the trigger. You groan at the taste of your own cum. “See? Look how good you can be”, Vanessa murmured, shifting her body as she felt her own pussy thud. Unable to go slowly anymore, she began to roughly thrust the gun in and out of your throat, abusing it as she would with her strap. You gag as it passes your comfort zone, rolling your eyes back when you feel her other hand slap your pussy once more. She stands up, laughing darkly to herself at your obedience. Your eyelashes flutter, saliva dribbling onto the glock. Holding onto your head, she takes out the gun and pulls you up to turn you around. Your hands, still cuffed, grab onto the top of the back pillows, your knees digging into the seat.

“You going to punish me, officer? I thought you said I was a good girl”, you purr. You felt Vanessa’s hands wrap around your front. Your neck was snapped back as she gripped you, sliding the gun through your folds. “If you think this is me punishing you, you better hope you don’t disobey me”, she taunted. She plunged the muzzle into your pussy, groaning at how easily it slipped in. Almost immediately, she rammed it at a swift rate, choking you when your sobs went too loud. Widening your eyes, you lift your bound hands to your neck and grab onto her hand to ease the grip. “Enough”, she spat, fucking you faster and squeezing your neck harder. Your hips were slamming between the cushions and Vanessa's thighs, arousal streaming down your body. With a muffled cry, you tightened your grip around her hand, signaling your need for release. By some sort of miracle, she went even faster. The combination of Vanessa's grunts, the pressure on your throat, and the gun that was currently abusing your overworked pussy made you scream out in pleasure.

“Uh uh. Tell me what you want”, Vanessa asked, refusing to accept your nonverbal request to cum.

Swallowing once, twice, you manage to simper out, “Pl-Please officer. Let me cum, please please please plea-”

In a flash, she released her grasp from your neck and shoved her fingers into your mouth, her pace in your pussy unchanging. You cum with a scream, your body jolting at the stimulation.

“There's a good girl”, she cooed, slowing her thrusts before removing the gun from your destroyed pussy. You flop your head backward onto her shoulder, staring at the ceiling as the world around you doubles. You felt Vanessa softly rub your thighs, whispering words of encouragement as you faded back to earth from your high.

“Always such a good girl when you play sweet”, she smiled as you turned your head to kiss her. Deepening the kiss, she placed the soaked gun down and wrapped her hands fully around you, inhaling your scent. She moved her lips to your jaw, where she peppered soft kisses as you giggled.

“Vanessa”

“Mh?”

“The handcuffs”

Vanessa laughed on your neck, pulling herself away from you.

“Stay there, I’ll be right back”

As she walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, you remembered the cookies that were still baking. “And check on the oven as well”, you shout out, collapsing onto the couch with a small grin.

[seduzist]

drabble vanessa shelly x fem!reader (smut)

based on this (p*rn link)

vanessa hold your arms onto your back, her naked body on top of yours holding you right in place, you almost couldn’t move, but still all you could feel was pleasure with her strap buried deep inside of you, hitting all the rights spots in a burning sensation.

her hot breath on your neck lets you know how close she was to cumming, the base of the strap stimulating her own clit, her fingers almost making bruises on your wrists by the force, she was almost losing control.

and you loved it. you loved when she loses control and just uses you without really care for you - you know that deep inside she would stop if you asked to, if she realized that she was really hurting you.

but maybe, part of you wanted her to hurt you and call you names, you couldn’t help it, she was the sweetest, but you wanted the other side of her.

so you buck your hips up with every thrust of hers, moaning louder when her strap hits deeper inside you.

“shh, you’re being too loud, princess.” she warned you with her raspy voice. after all, mike and abby could hear it through the walls of your room, and neither of you was planning to tell mike you guys were dating after he sees his older friend fucking his little sister.

but your moans didn’t stop, so vanessa had to be a little rougher. she puts one of her hands on your mouth, muffling every sound you were making even though she loved to hear it.

“shut up, slut, you don’t wanna know how much i’m gonna ruin you if you don’t.”

[dorphizar]

Yaay, I'm still alive aaand!!

Which twix stick will you choose!

I meant to post this sketch a long time ago, but ended up forgetting about it, so here I am a few months later finishing it :D

I swear I love how the movie version look at this work, and tbh they're all so cuteee

There are also a lot of mistakes here, but I just love Nessy and hope it makes you smile! Also I hope to become more active in the future, I think it will be soon

[amphibiahawks321]

can I get a vanny x animatronic male reader

🌑Night time🌑

✨ AnimatronicY/N's Room ✨

[AnimatronicY/N practicing on his instrument]

AnimatronicM!Reader : we really killed it Tonight! Especially Freddy and Roxanne...

[AnimatronicY/N continues practicing on his instrument]

AnimatronicM!Reader : 🎶🎵🎶🎵—....!!!?!?'

[The power went out making the room dark]

AnimatronicM!Reader : What the?

[AnimatronicY/N's room door activated and opens itself]

AnimatronicM!Reader : ......Who's there?-

[The power turns on again lighting up the room and closing the door again]

AnimatronicM!Reader : ???

[AnimatronicY/N feels someone tapping his shoulder]

AnimatronicM!Reader : !!!?!?

[AnimatronicY/N immediately raises his instrument in the air about to hit the person]

AnimatronicM!Reader : ......

AnimatronicM!Reader : you have got to be kidding me vanny.....

[Vanny giggles and bops his nose]

[bonm4ti]

- your camera roll if you were dating vanessa shelly ! ❀

(part2, you can find part1 on my account!)

[foxcantswim]

FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader [Jealousy Hurts]

(gif by me)

Mike starts to flirt with you. Vanessa definitely isn't jealous. Contents: Fluff, Angst(ish), Established Relationship Warnings: N/A WC: 2,220

"No no, like this," Mike laughed as he rolled the ball masterfully, he had been bragging about how good at skee-ball he was so you had asked him to teach you. After all, there wasn't a lot to do on the night shift so you might as well waste some time. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy had been standing a few feet away watching the two of you play, each of them seeming curious.

You rolled another ball but it fell short again.

"Ah, I'll never get it," you groaned, already wanting to give up after failing to get a decent score for the past hour.

Mike smiled at you, stepping closer, "No. Come on. Let me show you." He grabbed another ball and showed you the angle of his arm, "It's simple. Just enough strength in the throw, not too much. And..." he released the ball and it swiftly made its way down the lane and up into one of the high score pockets, "Easy."

"You mean you make it look easy," you rolled your eyes at him and folded your arms in frustration.

He chuckled to himself before holding a ball towards you, "Come on. Let me help."

Vanessa sat in her patrol car outside the pizzeria, her fingers tapping on the wheel. She had been sitting here for almost an hour now, deciding on whether or not to go inside. Her eyes drifted to the clock on the dashboard - 02:40am. She'd usually check in on you every other night to make sure you were okay, but tonight she knew you were on shift with Mike... And yet here she was, pondering on whether or not to go in and see how you were doing. She definitely wasn't here to make sure Mike wasn't going to try anything on you... Definitely not.

Finally, she stepped out of her vehicle and slammed the door shut. She went towards the front doors and peered through the glass, she could see that the lights were on and she could hear faint music. She was about to knock but decided to try the door instead... And of course it was unlocked. Vanessa rolled her eyes in frustration, she couldn't count the amount of times she'd told you to make sure the doors were locked every night.

Upon stepping inside, she could hear muffled voices and laughter - she presumed it was from you and Mike. The stage was empty as she walked past it towards the arcade games, she could clearly see the tall animatronics at the back of the room by the skee-ball machines.

She manoeuvred her way past different games and machines, stepping over loose wires here and there making sure not to trip. She finally made it to the skee-ball machines, she patted Freddy on the arm to let him know that she was there. He stepped out of the way to let her through, however she stopped in her tracks at what she saw.

Mike was standing behind you, one of his hands slowly moving up your arm towards your wrist. Your hand soon lay in his palm, a ball was secure in your hand.

"And you just gotta..." Mike's voice was quiet as Vanessa watched him move your hand with his.

Vanessa decided to clear her voice, making herself known. Both you and Mike turned to look at her.

You dropped the ball and retracted away from Mike with a smile, "Vanessa!" you exclaimed with a smile, walking over to her, "I didn't think you were coming tonight."

Vanessa couldn't help but glare at Mike as you approached her and wrapped her up in your arms, she more than willingly returned the hug as you pressed your lips to her cheek.

"I er... I wasn't aware you two knew each other," Mike coughed awkwardly.

You had been working as an overnight security guard longer than Mike had, you met Vanessa in the first week and you two had hit it off pretty quickly - entering into a relationship only a few months after meeting. A couple of months later, another security guard was hired: Mike. You had only worked duo shifts with him a few times now but you already saw him as a close friend, it was nice to have someone to talk to on long night shifts.

"Oh! Yes. I met Vanessa a few days after I started working here," you said as you pulled away from the hug, Vanessa made sure to grab your hand with hers - she tried her hardest to not keep glaring at Mike. You squeezed her hand in response, "She's my girlfriend. Has been for a couple months now." Vanessa couldn't stop the small smile from appearing on her face.

Mike raised an eyebrow, "Ah... I'm just... surprised it never came up," he shifted on the balls of his feet awkwardly.

"To be honest I didn't even know you two met," you replied.

Vanessa nodded, "I helped him out for the first couple of days," she stepped ever so slightly closer to your side, her hand still firm in yours, "I wasn't going to come over tonight but I was... passing by so I decided to anyways." She definitely wasn't passing by, her last area of patrol was on the other side of town.

"Well, I'm glad you came," you smiled.

Vanessa smirked at you, "Oh really? You usually complain, saying something along the lines of 'I don't need you to keep me company every night, I'm a big girl'."

You rolled your eyes, "Just because I don't need you here, doesn't mean I don't want you here," you then turned your attention back towards Mike, who seemed to be uncomfortable, "I'm sure time will absolutely fly by now that there's more of us."

"What were you two up to?" Vanessa said, her mind going back to when Mike was practically wrapped around you.

"Mike over here is apparently the best skee-ball player that anyone has ever seen. So he was teaching me how to play. I'm sure I could challenge him any day now."

Mike laughed, "I'm sure you could, Y/N."

The three of you made your way towards the main stage, the animatronics walked behind you.

"What should we do to get through these last three hours, hm?" you wondered, looking around the room.

"I mean... We are at Freddy Fazbear's after all. Couldn't hurt to watch them perform a little," Vanessa suggested, nodding towards the showtime button on the wall. You looked towards the animatronics, they almost seemed excited to get up there and put on a show.

You and Vanessa were sitting at one of the party tables, listening to the music coming from the stage. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were currently performing whilst Foxy stood by your table, he seemed to be enjoying the show.

Vanessa reached across the table to hold your hand, "Sorry for coming here unannounced, Y/N. Just wanted to see how things were going with... Mike."

You nodded, "Him and I became friends quite quickly. It is nice to have someone here when you aren't able to stop by. The animatronics are good company, but it can't hurt to have someone I can actually have a conversation with." You noticed the way Vanessa squeezed your hand ever so slightly as you spoke. You cocked your head at her before teasing, "You're still my favourite, don't worry. I'd rather have you here."

She grit her teeth, "You know, I'm happy you do have someone to keep you company when I'm not here."

A smirk appeared on your face, "Is that so?"

Before Vanessa could answer, Mike walked into the room with a couple of cans in his hands, "I managed to find a vending machine that still worked," he said, handing you a drink. Vanessa gulped hard as she saw him purposefully drag his fingers across yours as you took the drink. He simply placed the other drink on the table in front of Vanessa.

"They aren't out of date are they?" you said, trying to read the scuffed label.

With a shrug, he walked towards the front of the room to take a seat closer to the stage. Foxy followed close behind him before sprinting past him at full speed, jumpscaring him in the process. You couldn't help but laugh at Mike's reaction as he almost threw the can at Foxy.

You released Vanessa's hand in order to open the can, "I mean I am thirsty..." you hummed, a smile on your face.

Vanessa glared at Mike from across the room, "It's Fizzy Faz. It's disgusting."

You noticed that Vanessa was currently glaring at Mike as the man took his seat, "You sure? Is it disgusting or... Do you not want to drink it because of Mike?"

Her eyes snapped onto you, "Because of Mike? Wh-"

"Come on, Nessy," you grabbed her hand across the table once more, placing the can down onto the table, "I've noticed the glaring. What's going on?"

"Nothing is going on, Y/N," she didn't intend for her voice to sound so cold or snappy, but she couldn't help it.

A frown appeared on your face, "V..."

She sighed heavily, "Sorry. Sorry, Y/N. It's nothing, okay? Mike just..."

You had a slight suspicion of what was going on, but you really wanted her to tell you, "You can talk to me, Nessy. You know I won't judge you, right?"

"It's so stupid, Y/N," she laughed, shaking her head.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, Vanessa's hand rubbed your knuckles as she tried to think about how to word what she was thinking.

You bit your lip before breaking the silence, "Can you play skee-ball?"

Vanessa was confused by the question, "Skee-ball?"

"Yeah. Are you any good at it?"

"I... I haven't played in a while. But I'd say I've still got it."

"Would you like to teach me instead?" you smirked.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, knowing what you were getting at, "Y/N..."

"Come on, Vanessa. Just admit you didn't like seeing Mike teach me like that."

She scoffed, "Can you blame me? Wouldn't you be pissed if you saw someone all up on your girlfriend like that?"

"To be honest I didn't think anything of it in the moment. I'm sorry, I should've been more aware. I wouldn't give you up for anything. You believe me, right?" you said, hoping for her to understand.

With a sigh, Vanessa nodded, "It's okay, Y/N. I didn't think you were in the wrong," her eyes drifted over to Mike who was currently downing his can of Fizzy Faz, a grimace appeared on his face as he slammed the can down onto the table, "You know he likes you, right?" she looked back at you.

You briefly glanced towards him, "I don't think so..."

She laughed slightly, "Of course he does. Those longing looks, the lingering touches. Him holding your hand teaching you how to play skee-ball. It's every cliché in the book."

"Okay, so maybe he does. But I promise to turn him down if anything happens, okay?"

With a nod, she replied, "Okay. Sorry for acting this way."

"I think it's cute. Shows that you care about me."

She almost looked offended, "Cute is not the word I would use to describe me."

You let go of her hand, she was surprised by the sudden lack of touch. You made your way round to sit in the seat next to her, "You are cute, whether you like it or not," you leaned your head on her shoulder.

Vanessa couldn't stop herself from resting her cheek against your head. The two of you looked over at the animatronics who were still performing, Foxy now having his own little performance on his own stage.

You stretched your arm across the table to grab your can of Fizzy Faz, you removed your head from Vanessa's shoulder to take a sip...

"It's disgusting."

"Told you," Vanessa smirked in victory, "It's probably years out of date too, I can't imagine what it tastes like."

You put the can back down before turning towards Vanessa, "You should taste it."

"I think I will pass on that, thanks."

"You sure?" you leaned closer.

Vanessa turned her head towards yours. She wasted no time in pressing her lips to yours, a soft smile creeping up onto her face. You smiled into the kiss as you felt Vanessa's hand creep up your neck to hold the back of your head. Sadly, you both needed to breath so she pulled away.

She licked her lips causing your breath to hitch... A grimace soon appeared on her face, "God, it tastes disgusting."

You couldn't help but laugh, "I know."

That didn't stop Vanessa from going in for seconds, though.

Vanessa x F!Reader - Safety Latch (Fluff,Angst,First Kiss)

Vanessa x F!Reader - Total Insecurity (Angst,Hurt/Comfort)

[eggcromancer]

look at these 4 friends go, I'm sure nothing bad will happ-

👈 you get a virus!

👉 you get a virus!!

🫵 you get a virus!!!

Oops! All Virus au!

[camilaxmartin]

hello good!!Could you do something about Vanessa x reader.the reader where the reader is a security guard and has a relationship with vanessa.One day while walking home, a group of drunks harass the reader and Vanny's personality comes to light?

unwanted touch

hi dear, sorry for the wait!! i need to get back to my writing habits skshdk anyway, i love the idea of vanny coming to light when ‘we’ are in danger and doing stuff vanessa wouldn’t normally do but oh my- she wants to. also, the whole way of switching personalities was inspired by @foxcantswim fics about vanessa/vanny:)

navigation // information // masterlist

summary: (request)

warnings: old gross men, harassment, unwanted touch, a bit of gore, pet names (one use of ‘bunny’)

notes: i actually loved writing this one and i’m so happy with how it turned out:) let me know what you think!!

requests: open!!

i looked at the cameras checking every room for the last time on this shift. everything was perfectly still, there wasn’t any mess anywhere, all the machines were turned off and the animatronics stood right where they needed to. perfect. i looked at the time showing 5:58 am and i comfortably sat in my chair turning off all the cameras and throwing my head slightly back letting out a deep sigh. night shifts were a pain in the ass but at least i could even in the slightest help vanessa with paying the rent. oh, and my parents finally stopped thinking of me as a failure, even though they haven’t really said it straight to my face. i took a deep breathe and blinked a few times trying my best to at least stay awake until i get home. i looked at the time again, seeing 6:00 am finally came along. i smiled to myself and got up from my seat, grabbing my bag and my phone. i closed the doors to ‘my’ office and waved to the animatronics while walking past them to the main entrance. i locked the door and tried opening it, to see if anyone will be able to break in. when the doors didn’t even move, i smiled to myself once more and began walking home, daydreaming of finally laying in my bed and going to sleep.

i walked the small sidewalk lighted up by high beams, even though it was already 6:00 am the sun was not yet awake so it was still pretty dark. i watched as the lights make circles on the ground and smiled at the sight just admiring the way it looked. i felt my phone buzzing in my pocket so i immediately took it out and checked the message i apparently got.

vanessa<3:

are you coming home already? or should i pick you up?

i smiled seeing the message and quickly sent a reply, that i’m already walking home. not waiting for another text from my girlfriend i slipped my phone into my pocket once again and continued on walking by the sidewalk hopping over the broken tiles, not even paying special attention on doing so. when i jumped over the last cracked one i realised that the lights end here and i have to walk through a total darkness for a while. i rolled my eyes not liking this idea in the slightest but not having any other option. i started walking the dark path trying not to think about all the horrible things that could happen and just simply focusing on my surroundings in case something actually happens. i slowly walked past an abandoned church and scrunched my nose at the sight of it. i turned my head around and noticed some other strangely looking building not being able to define what was it purpose before becoming abandoned. i shook my head slightly and looked down at the ground trying to just get over this dark path as quickly as i could. after many of my steps i’ve noticed a light in the distance and immediately smiled knowing i won’t be so scared in just a few more steps. focusing only on the light i haven’t noticed some people started to slowly walk behind me. i took a notice of their presence when they started talking to me.

“what a pretty lady like you does alone in the streets at night?” one of them asked, from his voice i could easily tell that he was drunk. i rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him, quickening my steps.

“there’s no need for rush” another man spoke up and i felt my heartbeat rising. maybe i should’ve asked vanesssa to pick me up.

“so? where are you going?” the first of them asked again. i tried to walk straight in my direction but knew they wouldn’t leave me alone if i just ignored them.

“i’m going back from work” i said not looking back at them but feeling their presence there still. and their smell.

“at this hour? it can be dangerous, let us help you out” the first one spoke up again, i could feel the smirk in his voice. i had to physically hold myself not to roll my eyes again. i tried ignoring them once more.

“yeah, we can definitely help you” the other one chuckled and i felt goosebumps cover my body in disgust.

“thank you a lot, but i can manage” i said and started walking even faster, feeling that they also picked up their pace. shit.

“oh, don’t be like that” the first one spoke up again. “we just want to help you, nothing more” he chuckled knowing exactly what he really meant by those words. i smiled sarcastically not even being sure if they can see my full face.

“thanks, again but i can take care of myself” i said seeing the light move closer and closer as i went into its direction. i felt my phone buzz again and i prayed it was another of vanessa’s messages. i moved my hand into my pocket trying to get it out but then they spoke up again.

“hey hey-“ one of them started and grabbed my hand that tried to take out my phone. i felt my heartbeat rise up again as i was completely terrified. “tell your boyfriend he can wait while we show you how real men act” he said and laughed the other ones along with him. there were at least four of them so it was obvious i didn’t stand a chance against them. i tried to wiggle my hand out but it did nothing as he hold me in place not even letting me walk.

“i don’t have a boyfriend” i said my brain going completely numb in that situation. the one holding my hand laughed again gripping my wrist a bit tighter, i groaned at the touch.

“then it’s even easier” he chuckled and tried to pull me closer to them but then i remembered one thing vanessa has taught me recently. i should always pull my hand in the direction of somebody’s thumb. i quickly looked at his hand around my wrist, the darkness not helping in the slightest and noticed that his thumb was pointing to the right. i immediately moved my arm right snatching out of his grab as my eyes widened not believing it actually worked. all of them looked at me in shock and my brain started to work again as i began running towards the light at the end of this dark alley.

i didn’t turn my head until i reached the light and noticed a lot of homes and buildings around me. i started to breathe deeply and finally turn around not noticing anyone behind me or even further in the dark. i shook my head at the whole situation and continued walking home, doing it quicker that usual. i took out my phone finally and looked at the notification, noticing it was actually a message from vanessa.

vanessa<3:

it’s taking you a while, are you okay? are you sure you don’t need me to pick you up?

i smiled at the message and sent her a quick one back saying that i’ll be home in less than five. i shoved my phone back into my pocket again, trying to focus on anything else rather than that situation.

when i opened the doors to our shared apartment my eyes have met with the blonde’s ones and i immediately smiled at that. i closed the door and locked it behind me throwing the keys on the kitchen counter.

“finally you’re back” she said coming up to me and locking me into a hug. “i was starting to worry”

i chuckled and hugged her back, hugging her even tighter than usually. “nothing to worry about” i said and laughed a bit too fake for her not to notice.

vanessa leaned away and raised one of her eyebrows at me, looking adorably considering that she was still in her pyjama. “what’s with the fake laugh? did something happen to you?” she asked visibly concerned, worry spread out on her face.

“no no!” i said throwing my hands around “just a bunch of guys wanted to probably rape me, but nothing happened” i said visibly exaggerating the situation but vanessa didn’t laugh. oh boy.

“did they touch you?” she asked her voice stern. i swallowed the saliva i had in my mouth wondering how to get out of this conversation.

“nothing happened, i’m okay, that’s what matters” i said while shaking my head and walking away to put my bag on the ground.

vanessa walked behind me almost immediately and grabbed my chin with one of her hands making me look at her. “did. they. touch. you?” she asked putting a more annoyed tone on every of the words. i let out a deep sigh.

“yes.” i said and looked down at her lips not wanting to keep the eye-contact with her. “one of them grabbed my wrist but, thanks to your practice, i got away” i explained and looked up into her eyes again, seeing a somehow crazy look slowly entering them. oh no.

“where was it?” she asked her gaze still on my eyes. “tell me” she said trying to sound more softly but making it come out as even more annoyed.

“in the dark path i had to walk from my work.” i said not knowing how to fully explain it. “close to the abandoned church if you know what i’m talking about” i added and she simply nodded her head letting go of my face.

“from this day on i’ll always drive you off the work” she said and walked to the kitchen making herself a cup of coffee to start the day. i bit the inside of my cheek not knowing what to respond still not being sure if i’m talking to vanessa or maybe vanny just now.

“i’m going to sleep” i said and yawned. vanessa looked at me with a smile on her lips while sipping her coffee.

“sleep tight, i’ll be back before you go to work today” she said starting to get ready for her day shift. i just nodded my head with a smile.

i went to our bedroom, laying down on the bed not even caring about taking off my clothes. just as i was about to fall asleep i heard the doors creak and slowly opened one of my eyes. i saw vanessa quickly walking over to me and giving my forehead a kiss. i smiled sleepily and immediately fell asleep.

i groaned looking at the time sitting in my chair. five minutes left till the end of my shift. i grabbed my phone looking for messages from vanessa to see if she was still coming to pick me up but nothing came. i burrowed my eyebrows not understanding why she hasn’t wrote anything yet. i rolled my eyes shoving the phone into my pocket and taking a last look at the cameras. everything was pretty still so i turned them off, gathering my things to finally leave this place. i threw the bag over my shoulder and took out headphones from it preparing myself for the walk home again. i checked the phone for the last time - nothing. i sighed and closed the door to my office, saying my goodbyes to the animatronics as i was leaving. i locked the mane entrance and began walking home still hoping somewhere deep, vanessa would come pick me up. i played one of my playlists trying to make this walk at least a bit more enjoyable.

i was walking the path with high beams and smiled again at the sight of circles appearing on the ground. as usual, i started jumping over the cracked tiles trying my best not to step over a broken one. after many steps i’ve noticed that the dark part of my walk was approaching and i immediately felt goosebumps covering my skin. i rolled my eyes forgetting about jumping over the tiles and tried my best not to freak out at the thought alone of meeting those guys from yesterday.

i passed the last light and my dark path started. i kept my eyes at the ground not even looking around at the church or that old building, concentrating only on the task of getting out of this dark alley. a slow song suddenly started playing in my headphones making me more aware of my surroundings than i wanted. great. i still tired to just focus on my steps not caring about anything else, but of course it couldn’t go that smoothly.

“long time no see huh?” a man said suddenly appearing behind my back. from his voice i concluded it was the same one from yesterday. i tried ignoring him at my best.

“you probably couldn’t wait to see us again right?” another one of them spoke up and my heartbeat rose up again. i glanced at them seeing there were five man behind me. i was horrified.

“let us show you how real men treat women” different one of them laughed and immediately grabbed my wrist, this time holding with both of his hand so i couldn’t shove out. i felt tears coming to my eyes.

“take off those headphones” one of them said and with my free hand i did as he told me not wanting to be in even more trouble than i already was. they pulled me with them to an even darker corner of the alley, probably behind that church. my brain went numb again i literally didn’t know what to do.

the one holding me shoved me into the wall still holding my wrist waiting for the others to start their actions. i closed my eyes not wanting to see anything and just hoping for the end to come.

one of them grabbed my neck and squeezed it so harshly i thought they wanted to just kill me at the spot. another one started to unbutton my pants and the tears from my eyes started to run down my cheeks. when he finally stopped unzipping my pants i heard a noise at the end of the alley from where they previously took me. i gently opened my eyes and saw a pair of red ones in the distance. oh god.

when that man wanted to pull my pants down another one of them started screaming in pain and my eyes immediately opened wide. i saw vanny’s costume slit his throat with one swift motion of her hand. i looked in disbelief at this situation thanking in my soul for her rescue.

vanny didn’t stop there, when the rest of them looked at her terrified i almost saw her smile widen even more but maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. she shoved the lifeless body of that man into the wall running up to the next one and pushing her knife into his stomach, the man yelled in pain and fear, while his shirt started to become red from his blood. vanny twisted her knife repeatedly in his body trying to make it as painful for him as it was humanly possible. when that man stopped yelling from all the tiredness she took her knife out and shoved him into the ground with one kick, letting him bleed out. she looked back at the three that were still left. one of them started screaming and running away vanny only following him with her glowing eyes, definitely letting him get away… at least for now. she then moved her red glowing eyes to the two standing the closest to me. if that was what she did for the ones who didn’t even touch me, i definitely wouldn’t want to be in the skin of those two.

she tilted her head while looking at them and waved her knife from side to side, obviously debating on what to do about them. i felt that one of them took their hands off of my wrist while the other let go of my neck. i smiled to her not being sure if she saw my face. one of the men suddenly started to run towards her which was the stupidest decision he has ever made in his life. vanny swiftly grabbed his neck, just like he did to me a moment ago, and shoved him into the wall keeping him there and looking straight into his eyes. then, she moved her knife to his face and harshly pushed it into one of his eyes. he started to scream but then she pushed the knife even deeper not liking that he was making a noise, or wanting him to make even more of them. she hardly pulled the knife out along with his eye and dropped the knife to the ground. with her free hand, she pushed two fingers inside the hole in his head and tried to crush his bones. he screamed unbelievably louder and she definitely had enough of it cause then she pulled her fingers out and shoved her whole hand so deep into his throat i didn’t even know it was possible. she somehow managed to grab his vocal cords and rip them out making him bleed also from his mouth. she let go of him and let him slide down the wall not even being able to scream anymore.

the next thing she did was quickly run up to the man who was previously holding my wrist and just shove him to the ground sitting down on his hips keeping him there. he started screaming so she slapped him on the face with her fluffy paw. she then looked back to where her knife was laying and quickly turned around to him. knowing she wanted to use her knife again i walked over to it and picked it up moving to give it to her. but when i came over, she was already playing with not one, but both of his eyeballs using them like rubber balls. i looked at that situation a bit horrified by it all but also feeling a strange satisfaction that they got what they deserved. she then turned her head around and noticed me holding her knife. she shoved it out of my hand and started slowly cutting his face. the knife went in like into a cake and again i swore her smile widened. when his whole face was cut up and i was pretty sure he already passed away she stood up and shoved her knife right into his manhood. the man screamed for the last time and then life left his body for good. vanny dropped the knife and laughed out loud, looking around and seeing everything she did.

i looked at her still a bit terrified by all of this but a small smile creeped up to my face at the thought that she did all this for me. she finally moved her head to look at me and walked over to me staring my face down with titled head. then she moved closer and connected my nose with her fluffy big one. i chuckled slightly as my hands gently stroked her mask. vanny then moved her hands and took of the mask showing me her beautiful face, with messed up hair and a maniac look in her eyes. i tried to keep my calm but my pulse sped up uncontrollably. she laughed still looking at my face and threw her mask on the ground grabbing my waist with her one blooded paw while the other she put on my cheek gently stroking it.

“you’re mine” she said, her voice sounding maniacally, i still wonder how she manages do to that.

“only yours” i whispered and smiled to her trying my best not to be scared. she laughed feeling my heartbeat rise and rolled her eyes.

she moved her head closer to me and connected our lips in a passionate kiss, showing me how deeply she cares and that she would literally do anything to keep me safe. i smiled into the kiss and wrapped my hands around her hair, keeping her in place for as long as she lets me. vanny sighed into the kiss and slowly leaned away still gripping my waist. she opened her eyes and the maniac look was still present. i smiled to her taking my hands out of her hair.

“i would do anything for you. we would” she said and laughed again this time it sounded more like a chuckle.

“i know” i said and smiled to her. “and i really appreciate it” i added and gave her lips a quick peck.

vanny smiled at me and let go of my waist as well as my cheek to grab my hand while her other one picked up her mask. she led me out of that dark corner as i looked back at all the bodies and then turned to her not knowing if it’s safe to just leave them like that. she laughed seeing my sight and gently shook her head putting the mask back on.

“don’t worry about it, bunny” she said and pulled me closer to her once again now standing almost in the light of the street lights. “vanessa will take care of it, i discussed it with her earlier” she said and my eyes went wild at the mention of vanessa realising she knew exactly what vanny did. i smiled to her and uncontrollably giggled at everything that happened. vanny laughed with me as well and pulled me in for the tightest hug i’ve ever received from her.

[didi-writes]

♡ 𝆬   Vanessa Shelly SFW headcanons !

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notes : a few random and s/o related vanessa hcs! may be fanon and not necessarily accurate, hope you enjoy anyways ♡ I apologize if this isn't good or if there are any spelling mistakes!

gender neutral reader

- loves dancing with her s/o and often makes them twirl around and then pulling them into her arms as she smiles and giggles, she enjoys being silly every once in a while, her s/o helping her take her mind off of work and other things floating around in Vanessa's mind daily

- snores softly when she sleeps, likes having tv noises on in the background when sleeping as well

- likes being the big spoon when cuddling and prefers to snuggle up on the couch

- often has panic attacks due to ptsd she attained due to her father

- overly protective over her s/o , she doesn't wanna lose them

- often hugs you from behind resting her head on top of her s/o's or nuzzling her cheek against their hair, breathing in and softly exhaling. She feels at ease and calm when around them

- Is really good at comforting others when they are upset or stressed out, she gives off a calm energy and often uses a soft tone of voice

thank you for reading,, have a good day or night! ᰔᩚ

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Strange New Recruit

CoD x Reader x FNaF

Gender neutral reader

5.6k words

Warnings: death, blood, loss of limbs, violence, implied dead children, annoying side character

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“We're getting another new recruit?” Soap questions Price, sounding deeply irritated. They had semi recently received a new recruit, who, for lack of a better wording, is an absolute pick me girl. She's made their job exponentially more difficult and does nothing but cause problems trying to look ‘cute’. Price sighs, “Yes. It seems Laswell has gotten us a new recruit. I've been told this one is much quieter though. Shouldn't cause us problems.” Soap nods, resigned to the idea of a new irritation being on the team.

Gaz and Micheal soon join the conversation, questioning their captain on the same topic as Soap had just moments ago. Price provides them with the same answer he gave Soap, “We are getting a new recruit. I was told they're more the silent type. They shouldn't cause issues.” The two silently acknowledge his response and decide to just chat until the recruit is brought to them.

Not too long later Lorie walks in, not wearing her uniform properly as usual in an attempt to get attention. Everyone has grown used to her antics and just ignore her and she practically skips over to them. She attempts to grab Micheal's attention by wrapping herself around his arm, but he just gently shoves her off and continues his conversation. Micheal was often more gentle with Lorie despite disliking her similarly to the others due to her looking so damn similar to his sister. He just can't look at her face. Not when all he can see is Elizabeth.

Soon the new recruit I'd brought in by Laswell. Laswell introduces them as Y/N. They nod as if saying ‘that's correct’ in response to hearing their name. The men quickly introduce themselves, shortly giving the new recruit their call signs, garnering a nod in response from Y/N. Micheal does something a little unexpected however. He walks up to Y/N and hugs them rather tightly. Y/N responds apprehensively, not pulling away, but not hugging back either, instead electing to just glare at Micheal's chest as that's all they could see at the moment.

“Y/N! It's been forever! How've you been?” Micheal asks as if he's known them for years. Y/N huffs in response, shifting a little in the tight hug to look up at him with their bland expression. He smiles down at his old friend, “I know you're happy to see me. You don't gotta say anything.” He responds to their little glare, being rewarded with an eye roll from Y/N as the finally relax their face out of its glare. Y/N nods at him quaintly before trying to escape his hug. Micheal quickly lets them go, not wanting to suffocate them.

Lorie scoffs at the sight of the two being so close. She believes Micheal belongs to her, so seeing him so close with someone else gets her pretty riled up. “Why are you so close with them? Huh? What's with that Micheal?” She spits out at the innocent man. Micheal provides a groan as response before returning his attention to Y/N. Lorie continues to have a fit about this before Price pushes her with a finger over his mouth and a glare.

Y/N smirks slightly, deciding this situation to just be silly and ignoring Lorie. They look up at Micheal, meeting his eyes for a second before gesturing with their head they'd like to converse elsewhere, likely somewhere with more privacy. Micheal nods and guides Y/N into a separate room. Y/N swiftly follows him not caring how strange their interaction with Micheal may come off to others.

Once in a more private room Michael closes the door and looks at Y/N expectantly, as if they'd speak. They, however, don't say a word. Instead they pull out their phone and start typing in their Notes app. ‘I've been looking for you. You're hard to find.’ they type quickly, not missing a single letter. This must be how they've been communicating for a while now if they're that precise when typing. Micheal pulls out his own phone, opening the Notes app and responding, ‘why have you been looking for me?’. ‘I have more information on your family.’ ‘what do you know?’.

As Y/N begins to type out what they know they hear someone walking up to the room. They quickly shut off their phone, grabbing Micheal's while it's still in his hand and pressing the off button. They quickly shove their phone in their pocket and push Micheal's hand away to make themselves look less suspicious. Micheal looks slightly shocked but regains his composure quickly as he finally catches on to what Y/N is hearing.

The door is swiftly shoved open by a livid Lorie. The woman appears to be very distraught that ‘her’ man is alone with someone other than her. Michael glares at the blonde while Y/N opts to just stare blankly at her green eyes. As Lorie yells at the pair Y/N just continues to observe her eyes, Y/N thought the woman had very nice eyes, too bad her personality doesn't match them. As Lorie begins to berate Y/N specifically they snap back to attention and squint at her judgmentally. Lorie seems to have not expected that and her yelling dwindles out awkwardly. Micheal snickers a little at the prospect of this noisy girl finally silencing herself while Y/N just smirks slightly, satisfied with themself. Lorie then groans, storming off.

Price seems to have followed Lorie as he soon appears in the doorframe. It's clear he wasn't interested in what she was doing though as his attention is focussed on the silent duo seemingly hiding in the janitor’s closet. He gives them a questioning look before Micheal responds with uncertainty, “We just wanted to chat a bit… that's not bad, right?” Y/N kinda side eyes him, noting how suspicious Micheal sounds. Price raises an eyebrow but seems to let the two off the hook, likely because Y/N is new.

Price begins to leave as Y/N’s phone goes off, causing him to stop for a moment, just out of sight to listen in. Something he wouldn't usually do with his soldiers, but after an interaction like that, he feels suspicion is warranted.

Y/N picks up the phone, not saying a word as they listen to the person on the other end. Price can't hear what's being said over the phone, but he can hear the deafening silence from Y/N. ‘Maybe it's just a telemarketer?’ He then sighs, assuming it really isn't anything that suspicious… until Y/N doesn't hang up. They never hang up on this ‘telemarketer’ or respond. Price's suspicious quickly resurge after his quick bount of relaxation. ‘What kind of person deals with telemarketers like that?’ He questions to himself.

He then hears the call end and what he presumes is Y/N putting their phone back in their pocket. Price then hears footsteps and hastily moves away from the area, hoping the suspicious pair don't notice he was there.

Micheal found it odd how Y/N was unresponsive to whoever called them. He found it even stranger when they hung up and just dropped their phone in their pocket without a word or even a glance at him to signal it was a normal behaviour for them.

Y/N appears to hear… something. They quickly look out around the doorframe, Micheal following shortly after. He sees nothing, but clearly they saw something as they slowly move down the hall. They look around a little before stopping. They shrug their shoulders and turn around to face Micheal. Micheal looks back at them with a quizzical expression, “what'd you see?”. They just blink at him, keeping their expression neutral before walking off. They hadn't signalled Micheal to follow, but at thus point he knew that's what they wanted, so he did so, trying to match their quietness.

Soon he notices Y/N seems to be making their way to an exit. He finds this odd but continues to follow them anyway, hoping his trust in them is still warranted. They did say they had information on his family… whether he wants to trust them or not, they know something he doesn't. Something he should know. Something he wants to know.

He follows their sharp movements, every turn, every step, they sure know their way around this building for someone who just got here. Laswell likely gave them a tour, but no one ever remembers they layout this well on their first day. Did Y/N somehow find out they layout before coming here? How'd they manage that? How do they always seem to know so much? Maybe being quiet really is a skill Micheal should practice more. It seems to benefit everyone around him.

They walk past Ghost and he notes the new recruit’s odd behaviour too. He decides to follow them, not bothering to pretend he isn't, their movements are too precise, too fluid, for him to even attempt to fake just happening to go in the same direction. Soap and Gaz soon join, not sure what's going on but deciding if Ghost is doing it, it must be important. Price watches this happen, standing off to the side a little. ‘Now that is definitely strange’ he thinks as he watches the small crew walk off hastily. He sighs to himself and joins the swift moving crew of soldiers, his curiosity and concern telling him its a good idea.

After a few minutes Y/N exits the building, a small group now following behind them. They stop suddenly, Micheal bumping into them and almost knocking them over. They shoot him a quick glare before crossing their arms and looking at the small group on 141 soldiers that had been following them. They raise an eyebrow, silently asking what they're doing.

Ghost and Price stop quickly after Y/N does, electing to just make awkward eye contact with rather than responding to their questioning gaze. Soap and Gaz take a second longer to stop, having been a little too focused on following to notice the sudden freeze. Gaz awkwardly stands there, his nerves showing as he fidgets a little, avoiding eye contact with the new recruit. Soap however decides to speak, “what’re ye doing? Had us chasin’ ye around this whole building and ye jus’ wanted to go outside?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, uncrossing their arms and gently hitting Micheal's shoulder, side eyeing him to make him speak. Micheal clears his throat quickly, “We didn't tell you to follow us.” he states, not how he'd usually respond, but it seems to have Y/Ns’s attitude in it. Clearly he's speaking for them as they seem not to talk.

Price finally steps in, knowing whatever Soap says next will serve to only further irritate the new recruit, “You've been acting suspicious since you got here.” Y/N gives him a judging look as response. Not wanting to bother with providing him much else they wave him off. They then grab Micheal's wrist and walk off to their car. Price seems offended but decides to not press further for the moment as he watches Y/N drive off with Micheal. Price then turns to the others and directs them back inside for the time being, deciding talking with Laswell would be the most ideal for the current situation.

Price and Laswell have a rather short chat about the situation at hand before she tells him to take the guys and try to track down the new recruit and Micheal and question them. Price easily agrees to do so, rounding up Gaz, Soap and Ghost for the task. They leave quickly, knowing Y/N has likely already driven quite far as they appeared to be speeding when they left a short 15 minutes ago.

Y/N stops at a local shopping centre, making a beeline for a store that sells work clothes. Micheal sits in the car, having been given the silent demand by Y/N earlier with a hard glare and a point. The silent recruit buys a generic maintenance worker looking outfit and leaves the store, making their way over to a hardware store to buy a toolbox and hardhat. They make a point of not taking long, not even stopping to smell the wafts of freshly baked goods as they storm past a quaint little bakery.

They toss their new possessions in the back of their car with little care, seemingly hoping the gear will get a little wear to it. They slam the back door shut in a haste before almost flying into the driver's seat, quickly turning their key and driving off. Michael asks what they're doing but they turn on the radio rather than responding in some tangible way. Micheal sighs, knowing there's no point in asking any questions now, he's already along for the ride.

They soon pull up to ‘Freddy Fazbear’ Pizza Plex’. Seeing the sign makes Micheal nauseated. Memories of his childhood clouding his mind before he hears a snap and sees Y/N’s hand in front of his face. They quickly pull their hand away when they see he's come back to the present. He looks them in the eyes nervously. They look back calmly. “Stay.” they finally speak, their voice sounding dull and unpracticed, almost unnatural. It unnerves Micheal to the core. He knew Y/N before… whatever this is. He remembers how full of life their voice used to be. Now they sound about ready to die. He wonders what happened in the time they spent apart, but clearly now isn't the time for questions.

Y/N speaks again, shortly, skipping unimportant words, “Outside car. Gun. Prepare. Okay?” Michael nods, having understood enough to know what they want. He gets out of the car, holding his gun, ready to shoot whatever has to be shot. Y/N gets changed in the car into the clothes they bought, grabbing the toolbox and getting out. They tap Micheal on the shoulder, seemingly asking for his opinion on the outfit. He looks them over quickly before nodding, hoping that's enough reassurance for his quiet companion.

Micheal stands by the car as he watches Y/N walk up to a side door and knock. Some small kid let's them in before slipping out. Micheal recognizes the kid instantly, it's Gregory… but… he died years ago… he was the one who'd killed him. How is he here?

Gregory walks up to Micheal and smiles at him. Micheal gives him a confused look, prompting Gregory to respond, “I'm who you think I am. Father made animatronics of us all.” Micheal tears up a little, he wants to hug Gregory but decides against it for now, knowing he has to do what Y/N told him to. Gregory seems to understand, likely having aged mentally but being stuck in this child animatronic’s, he’d have an adults mind by now and would understand what's going on. Gregory gives Micheal a quick pat against his thigh as acknowledgement that he's his brother and he's happy to see him again too.

Inside the building Y/N wanders around, searching for something… or someone. They seen to find what they're looking for when a blonde security guard yells at them, asking who they are and what they're doing. They take in a sharp breath, preparing themself to speak in full sentences after so long of keeping their words minimal. “I’m Y/N. The maintenance person. I was told there was something that needed to be repaired.” They say confidently, their voice still sounding a little off, but passable for someone with anxiety or something of the sort.

The blonde nods and responds, “I’m Vanessa. The new security guard. I wasn't informed you'd be here.” Y/N nods, knowing that's what they'd be told, “They never do tell you guys! Your boss is a bit… silly. I've almost had the police called on me a few times because of that.” they joke slightly hoping it'll encourage a sense of safety in Vanessa. “‘My’ boss? Shouldn't he be yours too?” Vanessa inquires. Y/N has a quick response to this, “I’m freelance! I'm just often hired to do things here by your boss because I'm cheap.” Vanessa mulls this information over in her head for a moment before nodding, deciding what this ‘repair person’ said makes enough sense.

“Okay. I'll bring you to what I think my boss wants you to fix.” Vanessa kindly tells Y/N, guiding them over to a small room with a damaged control panel in it. “This controls the lights for the stage shows, it's been broken for a little while and we haven't been able to put the stars on stage.” she explains to them. They nod, “what's with the closet?” Y/N points at the weird side room in the side room. Vanessa shrugs, “I think it's storage.” Y/N eyes the door suspiciously, “I don't think so.” Vanessa looks at Y/N as if they're crazy. They look back as if Vanessa is dumb.

“Open the door.” Y/N tells Vanessa. It's barely a question, more of a demand. Vanessa looks taken aback before nodding and nervously reaching for the door handle. She hesitates for a moment, looking back at Y/N for reassurance. Y/N provides none, instead just raising an eyebrow expectantly. Vanessa gives them a look of dissatisfaction before turning back to the door and turning the handle, pushing it open a crack.

Y/N moves slightly closer to the exit of the room in case something happens… but nothing does. Vanessa pushes the door open a little more. There's nothing.

Until the door starts to move seemingly on its own. Vanessa screams and Y/N’s eyes widen. What appears to be a living corpse walks out with a knife, grabbing Vanessa and slitting her throat. Y/N attempts to escape but gets grabbed by the back of their shirt and stabbed in their lower back. They let out a whine of pain as the knife gets pulled back out and they're thrown to the floor. William steps out of the small office and into the main atrium, the soft glow of neck lights meeting his rotting eyes.

“I’m back.”

As William walks away Y/N slowly sits up. They try to get a look at their wound but find there's no point. They are able to conclude nothing too important was hit as blood isn't gushing from the wound, just seeping. They painstakingly make their way over to a dying Vanessa and gently hold her hand to comfort her. “Sorry…” They whisper out, “You deserved better.” they follow up. Vanessa turns her head to looks at them and smile softly, as if telling them it's not their fault. Y/N frowns for a moment before returning the soft smile, not wanting her to die with any feelings of guilt or dissatisfaction.

Y/N watches as the life drains from Vanessa’s body and gently rubs the back of her hand. Once they're sure she's dead they lay her down and cover her face with a cloth they found in the small closet. They bow their head at her, “Thank you for existing.” they quietly say to the corpse. They sit there for a little while, leaning against the wall, not wanting to leave the woman just yet.

Outside the building Micheal is starting to get worried about how long Y/N has been in the Pizza Plex. He looks down at Gregory who's leaning against the side of the car. “Stay here.” he commands Gregory. Gregory raises an eyebrow at him but nods. Micheal nods back at him, “If I'm not back in ten minutes, call the police.” Gregory nods again and Micheal hands him his phone before walking off into the building through the same side door Y/N had earlier entered through.

Once inside he can smell something rotting. He looks around and quickly spots the living corpse of his father. Micheal ducks down behind a table and slowly makes his way away from where his father is, doing his best to stay out of sight. He soon smells blood and rushes over to the scent. He spots the blonde girl’s corpse and Y/N nearby.

“What happened?” he hurriedly asks in a hushed tone. They glare at him as if it's obvious. Micheal rushes to assess Y/Ns’s injury, grabbing his small first aid kit and begging to bandage them up. They don't fight him on this, but they do elect on their own to snatch the painkillers from him and take two. Micheal lets them do this, knowing they're probably in a lot of pain.

As he finishes bandaging their wound his whispers to them, “what do we do?” Y/N replies by pointing at his gun. They're telling him to shoot William. He has no problems with that. He nods and gets up, reaching out a hand to them. They turn down his offer, wanting to just sit and what for him to get William dealt with as they aren't in a good position to help him. Michael nods understandingly before leaving the room.

Micheal quickly holds his gun up and aims at his father. He takes the shot and hits him in the back of the head. This doesn't seem to stop him but certainly gets his attention. As William begins to speak Michael starts shooting him some more, aiming to take off his limbs instead seeing as he's not gonna die.

It works, he manages to shoot off two of his legs and an arm, effectively stopping him from doing anything further. Micheal then returns to Y/N, this time not offering them help, but just putting an arm around them and pulling them up. Once they're back on their feet they step away from him and he reluctantly lets them go. They seem to walk out of the room fine, calming his concerns a little.

They walk over to William and pick up his knife. “Where is the rest of your family?” they demand, holding the knife to William’s face. William laughs, “They're dead and that boy should be too!” Y/N kicks him, “Tell me the truth!” He gasps at the impact, he looks like he wants to taunt and argue more, but he knows he's at a disadvantage and just sighs resigned, “My old home. My son knows where it is.” Y/N nods.

They walk back over to Micheal, “You heard the man. Let's go.” Micheal gives them a look before speaking, “I haven't heard you talk that much all day.” Y/N rolls their eyes, “Not the time.” he nods in response, “We can't just leave dad here, we need to get rid of him.” Y/N looks over at William, then at the room Vanessa's corpse is in, “We also need to call some sort of authorities to deal with the body.” Micheal nods at that, “What do you want to do then?” “Take him with us” they gesture to William, “And call 911 on one of the phones in the building and report a death.” “Why one of the building phones?” “It was clearly a murder. Don't want it traced back to us.” “Ohh, smart.” “Aren't we on the same task force?” “What's that mean?” Y/N just groans and goes to find a phone. Micheal looks around awkwardly before going to collect his father’s somehow still alive corpse.

Back at the base the guys are all squeezing in Price’s truck as they can't just drive around in a military vehicle to track down some weird soldiers that haven't exactly done anything yet. As they're just about to leave Lorie pulls open the back door and sits herself in the middle seat. Everyone groans as they hear her buckle herself in. Normally they'd tell her off but they decidedly don't have the time for that so they just accept it. Price starts driving, everyone on the lookout for Y/N’s car as Lorie yaps about unrelated things, trying to cuddle up with Gaz and Soap in the back seat.

Eventually they find Y/N’s car in the parking lot of the Pizza Plex. They pull up near it and see a small boy standing beside it. Price puts his window down and calls out to the boy. The boy looks up at him unamused, “What do you want?” “Have you seen the owner of that vehicle you're leaning on?” “I can't hear you! Get out of the truck!” Price groans at the but parks the truck anyway and gets out, the others joining him. Usually they wouldn't have done this, but it's just some kid, he's likely not a threat.

As the guys walk up to the boy he smirks at them, “What's your question then?” Price repeats his earlier words, “Have you seen the owner of this vehicle?” he points towards the car the boy is leaning on. Gregory laughs, “Yeah. Why?” “Just… looking for a friend.” Price replies. Gregory laughs again, “No ya aren't!” Price sighs, “And why aren't we?” “When are military men ever just ‘looking for a friend’? You should probably leave soon anyway. Police will be here soon.” Gregory advises. Price looks shocked, “Why’s that?” Gregory gives him a sinister look, “Heard there was a murder.” All four men give Gregory a shocked look. Gaz speaks worriedly, “Do you know who died?” Gregory shrugs, “Not Y/N or Micheal.” Soap then interjects, “Did they kill the person?” Gregory shakes his head in response, “Nope.” the guys let out a sigh of relief at that.

Lorie groans, “Why are we wasting time on some whiny brat? If they aren't here can't we just leave?” Ghost shoots her a glare while Soap replies, “the kid’s been more use than you have so watch your tongue.” She lets out a gasp and puts a hand on her chest, “What do you mean!?” Gaz rolls his eyes and Price tells her to be quiet. She begrudgingly shuts her mouth.

Gregory coughs to get everyone's attention, “I can bring you to them if you want?” Price nods, “That’d be greatly appreciated.” Gregory then gladly says “Follow me!” making a gesture for them to follow him as he walks unto the forest. They guys all look at each other quickly before following the kid. Lorie trails behind with an annoyed expression plastered on her face.

At the house Micheal finds the spare key easily as he once was an occupant of this now abandoned residence. He opens the door and gestures for Y/N to go inside. Micheal soon follows behind, dragging William along with him. Y/N plops down on a chair, dust flying everywhere, making the now trio cough. As the dust settles they too settle into the chair they've thrown themself down on, taking in the look of the old house. Once upon a time they used to come here to play with their best friend Micheal Afton… now they're here with him again, this time to dispose of his father.

Micheal leaves for a few minutes and Y/N hears a loud mechanical sound that slowly descends away. They look up tiredly as Micheal returns. “When do you think they'll get here?” they ask him quietly. “Who?” “The others. They're kinda after us.” “How do you know that?” “You're just asking now?” “Was there an earlier time?” “When I asked your brother to stay with my car?” “Yeah… why did you do that?” “You're still as slow as ever.” “Hey!” “I asked him to stay with the car so he could tell them where we're at.” “Why would you want them to find us?” “They'll completely lose trust in us if we just run away and come back. If we show them the truth they'll understand.” “Guess so.”

Gregory directs the guys to his childhood home, answering any questions with short answers, not sure how much he's allowed to tell. As he walks up to the door he sees its unlocked and goes to open it. Price stops him, “Are you sure, kid?” Gregory nods and turns the door handle, swinging the door open to the sight of Y/N on the dusty old chair. Gregory walks over to them and sits on the floor beside the chair. Y/N looks up at the guys and greets them with an almost unsettling smile given the situation.

“Come in. Close the door behind you.”

They guys are hesitant but decide to come inside. They look around to see if they can find Micheal but he can't be seen immediately so they give up and sit down on some of the other dusty furniture in the living room. Lorie sits on a single person chair, more or less in the middle of the room, as if she's the man of the house. No one really takes note of this though, not caring much for seat placement when in such an unnerving place.

Gregory seems at ease in his spot on the floor, having moved a little closer to the table in the center of the room. Y/N also appears pretty relaxed, they've clearly been here for a little while. Price clears his throat, “So, what's going on?” he inquires to Y/N. Y/N just looks over at him, then slowly scans across the others. “Just trust me. Please.” The guys seem reluctant, but given the situation, they have no other choice. Lorie on the other hand outright refuses and calls Y/N crazy. Y/N just sighs, deciding to just ignore the crazy woman.

Micheal soon returns with a platter of candy. He sets it on the table, offering it to anyone who wants it. Most, however don't, as the house looks very old so it's likely the candy is too. Micheal seems to not care much and pops a piece in his mouth anyway. Y/N seeing Micheal not look like he's suffering immediately after eating one of the candies takes one for themself. It's just hard candy, could survive nuclear fallout though. Gregory looks like he wants some, but he's no longer human enough to eat so he just plays with a candy, spinning it against the table with one of his fingers.

Soon an eery echoing starts and progressively gets louder.

“It's me.”

The voice says over and over again as the sound refracts around the room.

“It's me.”

“IT’S ME!”

Then a small ghost appears. A child. It's peaking just over the arm of the chair Y/N is sitting on. Usually one would scream at this, but after today's events, Y/N just calmly looks to the child. The guys gasp quietly while Lorie let's out a shrill scream which warrants glares and side eyes from everyone in the room. Micheal was more scared of Lorie’s scream than the ghost child, seeming to recognize the young soul and smiling kindly at them. Gregory gives the ghost child a big smile, definitely knowing them well.

The child speaks, “I'm Cassidy… Thank you for bringing my killer to justice. We all thank you.” Their voice sounds like a whisper being guided around by a light breeze.

Y/N nods at the child, “It's nothing. You deserve justice. We were all glad to help.” They gesture vaguely at everyone in the room. Lorie gasps at this, “I did not help with your crimes!!” Cassidy glares at Lorie, but nods in acceptance, “Thank you to those who did help. You are free to leave.” Cassthe's spirit then phases away.

Micheal gestures for the guys to leave and they do swiftly, not wanting to hang around this haunted house any longer. Lorie goes To get up but Y/N pushes her back down. “I tried to help you, but you sealed your own fate.” Y/N then walks away, Micheal and Gregory following behind them. Gregory closes and locks the door behind him, hiding the key back where Micheal had earlier found it.

Y/N claps to get everyone's attention, “Alright. Let's get back to the base!” The guys all give them a look. They look back, “What?” “What's gonna happen to Lorie?” Soap questions, less out of concern and more out of curiosity. Y/N gives him a look, “I think you already know.” Everyone nods in understanding.

Back at the base Price tells Laswell they cleared Y/N and Micheal's names, but knowing he'd sound crazy he doesn't explain how. Laswell does question this but he just requests she trust him. She sighs and nods, deciding there's no reason to distrust Price of all people.

Everyone is all sitting together in the common area and Ghost decides to ask the big question, “So, what the bloody hell was that?” Y/N, Micheal and Gregory all start trying to explain it in their own way, talking over each other and presenting a jumbled mess of nonsense. They three of them all stop for a moment and land on something quick and easy.

“We have no idea.”

The three then start laughing about it and Ghost rolls his eyes, but has a smile under his mask, just happy everyone is alright. Gaz looks confused while Soap finds their conclusion funny and laughs along with them. Price does the dad sigh, crossing his arms, shaking his head and smiling a the trio. He's glad everything turned out okay.

☆Story End☆