#foxy's writing

[autumn-foxfire]

Kaito was still in shock as he approached Shinichi, a maelstrom of emotions at war inside of him and he could only bring himself to utter one thought.

"You just kicked a soccer ball into my dad's nuts," he whispered, the disbelief and awe present in his voice.

Shinichi huffed and crossed his arms, a feigned look of nonchalance coating his expression though his cheeks were dusted with a coat of pink in defiant embarrassment.

"He deserved it," he responded with a growl.

They both knew he deserved a lot more for what both he and his wife had decided to put their son through. And despite the turmoil that was still storming through him over his encounter with his father, Kaito couldn't help but laugh.

The sound that escaped his lips was both joyful and manic and that feigned look dropped from Shinichi's face to display the hidden concern underneath.

"Kaito? Are you okay?" he asked as Kaito just laughed and laughed, tears streaking down his check.

"No!" Kaito replied in a giddy tone, "But with you by my side I know I will be."

As the chuckles died down, he sagged boneless against Shinichi, burying his head into the other man's neck. Shinichi's arms instinctively wrapped around him and Kaito allowed himself to enjoy being held by the other.

"Thank you," he whispered against the pulse point in Shinichi's neck.

Shinichi rested his cheek against Kaito's head and gave him a tight squeeze, "Next time I'll kick one in his smug face," he promised.

Kaito giggled, "I'm holding you to that, Shinichi."

[chloesimaginationthings]

What comic is the bottom left image of springtrap from? (On the post where you say why you draw him blocky)

It’s from this comic!! A very normal father son reunion

Og post here

[autumn-foxfire]

HAHA. That's mine XD And yeah, I needed to Vent. And writing is the best way to do so. I like to think Shinichi agrees it's stupid.

m27 stuff

first fic posted after cousin reveal lol, the authors do be venting. this is us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55142509

[theartlockerlocked]

I love this theory... also the story made me cry.

Go give their their fanfic some love at:

[froggieetmblr]

one of my fav scenes idc

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

ꜰɴᴀꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏxʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ꜰᴏxʏ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Spoilers? Missing children, child abduction, mentions of death, FNAF stuff, slight mental illness, mentions of getting committed, a bit emotional with an almost good ending?

A/N: I choose Foxy because he is my favorite both in the game and movie. Hope ya'll like this fic.

Masterlist

You were just gone for a moment, you had to use the bathroom, you thought that he'd be okay with the other kids. When you came out, he was nowhere to be seen. You looked for him everywhere, in the arcade, the ball pit, the bathroom. Then you heard that other kids also went missing. The police got called, you told your mom what happened. You were growing scared and desperate to find your brother. But weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. The police just stopped looking because they didn't find anything. No suspicious activities or of that sort. No one was found and they didn't even find one single body. It was as if they vanished like thin air. But you? You didn't stopped, you didn't plan on stopping until you found what happened to your brother.

Not only that, but your dreams got all sorts of weird. You had always dreamt of the same thing. You were at the Pizzeria, stepping out of the restroom, wearing the same clothes as you did that day, except the place would get darker and more sinister. The people around you have become faceless and the music sounded much more dimer. You'd spot your brother for a moment, then he'd vanish into thin air. Every time that would happen, you'd call out to him. Screaming his name around the pizzeria. You'd also hear a voice, it sounded robotic. It would always spell out something that you couldn't quite catch. But there were some letters that you could make out. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You were never able to hear it clearly, it sounded like a broken cassette tape. Then you'd wake up. The dream went on for years, you never really dreamt of anything else. If you did, it would always be something that happened in your childhood, evolving your brother. A lot has changed since he turned out missing.

Now it was the early 2000's, you were already an adult. Working a nine to five job at a Target at the mall and living with your mom still. That early morning, you've woken up from that dream. Again, that same dream. You walking out the bathroom, still wearing that outfit you wore that day and the place was full of faceless people and that music. God that music made shivers run down your spine. You did what you'd always do, look for your brother. It always ended with with you entering the main lobby, near the small single stage. And again, that voice. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You never could make out what he was saying. Then you'd wake up. You didn't understand it. You never understood it. You got ready for work. You put on your red polo shirt with your name tag and your light brown kaki pants. Before you left the room, you looked at a picture sitting in your night stand. It was of you and your brother, on his birthday. You remembered that summer how he had a pirate themed birthday party. He loved pirates. You remember how he would walk around with a black eyepatch and a hook on his right hand. You would even play with him when your mom would be out working late. You always choose to be a mermaid or the villain in his games. You missed those times.

Besides that, you never really planned on going to school for anything. That was the last thing you would be worried about. So you decided to work, maybe save up enough money to maybe hire a private investigator or someone who can help you find something. Now you were at work, doing what you'd normally do. Just helping customers and ringing them out. It was just a regular day. It felt slower than most days. You heard from your coworkers that a security guard got fired, before he punched a guy who he mistook as a kidnapper. If you were in his situation, you'd probably do the same. Now a-days you didn't know who you could trust or you couldn't even look away from a moment because something could happen with a blink of an eye. It was understandable, at least to you.

You've been invited to do things with your coworkers, except you've declined. Always telling them that you were busy or you just didn't feel like going out. It was hard for you to make friends, you had basically isolated yourself from everyone when your brother turned up missing. You never really tried to make friends again. This worried your mom. Since you'd only go to work, go home, eat and sleep. It was a repeated cycle. She had talked to you about going to see a therapist. But you always declined. You didn't want to go and talk to somebody about how after many years you're still on the hunt for your brother. They'll probably medicate you or get you committed into an asylum. You you avoided that topic.

After work, you were back home. In your room, looking through your book. This book had news paper articles, along with police reports, pictures and other things that you've kept for years. This was your kind of evidence that you kept. You'd study these stuff day and night, for the last couple of years. You never gave up. Not only that, but you've tried asking the owner of the place 'William Afton' if you could go into the place to investigate, except the guy never picked up the phone or responded to your letters. You've even tried to get the job as a security guard, but Steve Raglan, who was a career counselor didn't give you the job. He'd always say that. 'It wasn't good for your mental health' or that 'He needs someone who's more calm and collected'. What he probably meant was that he needed someone who wasn't crazy.

You were busy looking at the old, now yellow news paper. Re-reading the article about the missing kids. You've read it many times by now, you might even memorize it. Then you heard someone knock at your door, then they came in. It was your mom. Who had a face of worry. "Y/n? Have you ate anything?" She asked, looking over you saw that she still had her work uniform on, she must have got back. "No, not yet." You responded, then she got closer. Seen what you were reading. She let out a sigh, as if she was exhausted of some kind. "Again? Y/n, we've been over this." She said, then you looked over at her. "I know, but... I just got to find something." You added to her.

She looked at you, seen the dark circles under your eyes. Indicating that you didn't get much sleep. "Baby, it's been years." She said, while looking at you. "You just... have to accept that he isn't coming back." She said sadly, as if she didn't want to say it, but she did. "I know... I just... want to know what happened to him.. or at least who took him.." you added in defense. Your mom then fidgeted with your hair a bit, as if she was fixing it. "So do it, but... you have to stop this obsession. It's not good for you." She said to you. It went silent for a moment, then your mom let out a small sigh. "I'll get dinner started, I'll come to get you in a bit." She said, giving you a small squeeze to your shoulder and she left your room. You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks and leaned on the desk. Trying to think of what your mom said. Then you looked at picture sitting on the night stand for a moment. After a whole silent minute, you got up from the desk and went into the kitchen where your mom was, to help her with dinner.

You were at the food court, you had taken your lunch break, now you were heading back. You weren't watching where you were going and you've bumped into somebody. Making them drop a book of theirs. "Shit, I'm sorry." You said, picking up the old looking small book with the title which read 'Dream Theory'. Interesting. "It's alright." He said, then you handed the book to the guy. He was cute. He had messy brown hair and slightly tired eyes. The same description as the security guy who got fired.

"Are you... the guy who got fired from security?" you asked him. He had a look of embarrassment, but he nodded. "Yeah, that's me." He said. It was quiet for a moment, but you spoke again. "What you did was understandable." You said, making him look at you with his eyes slightly wide by your words. "You think so?" He asked. "Yeah, now a-days, you don't even know people's intentions or motives. I would have probably done the same if I were you." You explained. He only nodded at your words, at least someone also thought like him. "Well, I better go, hopefully I'll see you around." You said with a small smile. He nodded and returned the smile. Afterwards, you headed back towards your work place, while he also left to his destination.

You were back home, counting the money you kept in a shoebox underneath your bed. It was enough to fire an investigator, but you knew that you'll need more. This would probably cover the bear bare minimum. It was frustrating. You've spent a whole year saving, yet it didn't feel like it was enough. You knew that you should have got a job sooner, than later. Again, you went through the same old articles and pictures. Trying to find something again. But nothing, it was the same old thing. The same words and the same people in the pictures. Of kids playing around the arcade and one of a person dressed as a yellow bunny. That was odd, you don't remember that bunny at the pizzeria. When was he added? When you looked at the picture of him posing with a girl with blonde hair in pick tails, it felt creepy in a way. Almost unsettling. You didn't really notice this picture or you probably didn't notice it at first.

It was another day, you were in the register, ringing people out. You sighed, in exhaustion. Your feet were hurting and time felt much slower than usual. Another costumer came to the register. You gave them the best smile. "Hello-" you were cut off guard, seen that it was that guy you met the other day. "Oh, it's you. Find everything alright?" You asked him, like you'd normally asked every costumer. You scanned the box of crayons and paper, along with a few things he had in his basket. "Yeah, thanks." He said, while grabbing his wallet. "Found a job yet?" You asked him, out of politeness. "If you haven't, I'm sure you could send in your application." You said. "I actually already did, but thank you for the offer." He responded. You nodded, as you placed the items in a white plastic bag with the red Target logo. "What did you find? If you don't mind me asking." You asked him. "A security guard, at some pizzeria. The pay isn't good, but it's something." He explained.

This caught your curiosity. "Really? What pizzeria?" you asked, putting the packet of bacon in the bag. "It's called, I think. Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, something like that." He explained. No fucking way. You looked at him wide eyed. "For real?" You asked him, he only nodded. Then he gave you the amount of money that was due. As you handed him his receipt, you hesitated a bit. "When can I see you again?" You asked. "Hm, I don't know, maybe in half an hour while I still have time? Why?" He asked, now curious on why you'd want to see him. "It's cause... I'd like to talk to you about something. It'll be worth your while, I promise." You said, he thought of it for a minute, then he nodded. "Alright, I'll meet you in the food court... When does your shift in end?" he asked. "In about an hour, what's your name by the way?" You asked him. "It's Mike." He told kindly, as you hummed in response. Watching him leave in a bit of a hurry, you went back to work hoping that the time would go by fast.

After that hour, you were at the food court, waiting for Mike to arrive. He finally did. "Thanks for coming." You said almost shyly. "No problem, but just make it quick. I got to get back home to get ready for my first shift." He explained. You and him sat on a table. "Look, I know you've only known me for a bit. But, please hear me out." You said. Mike nodded, allowing you to processed. "Could you, maybe let me in the pizzeria, while you do your job. I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. He looked at you with a look of confusion. "Don't worry, I'm not going to steal anything, I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. But he wanted to know a bit more. "I don't know. What exactly are you looking for? Treasure of some kind?" He asked. "Well, almost something like that." You told him, but he still not very convinced. You didn't know whether you should tell him the whole story on why you're interested in going into the pizzeria. You just skipped the subject.

"Not only that, but I'll pay you for your troubles. I just want to go in and look, then I'm out." You added, as soon as you said 'paid' he looked at you with more reason. "How much?" he asked. "Two-hundred dollars per night. It'll just be this week and no more." You told him, seen the look of shock in his face. He thought for a minute. Then he nodded his head. "Alright deal, but, you have to pay first. I don't want to get scammed or anything." He said, then you grabbed your wallet and handed him two fifty dollar bills. He took the money and looked at it, in almost as if he'd never seen that amount in while. "That's all I have for now, but I'll give you the rest afterwards." You explained to him. Mike nodded, he seemed as if he was convinced. "Alright, it's a deal then." He said. After that was settled. "Before I go, here's my house number. Call me if anything." You explained to him, writing your house number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. You normally wouldn't give your number to anyone, but you knew that you'd be seen him for the next couple days.

Back home, you told your mom that you'd be going out at night for the whole week. For some kind of night shift and you'd be back at 6:00 am. You left home and headed to the pizzeria. It was 11:55 pm. You were sitting in your car, waiting for Mike to arrive. A few minutes passed and he had arrived at 12:00 am. On time. He told you to just be smooth and not make it seem as if you were here. He sounded as if he really needed this job. You nodded understandingly and went to search.

Like before, you searched everywhere that you could. Except you got to look more. In the kitchen, boiler room and in the back. But nothing. Despite not finding anything, you'll be back tomorrow night. When you got back to the main lobby, you heard strange movements coming from the single stage. It had dark purple curtains like the main one. You got a bit close, trying to listen and see closely on what was making the inside of the stage move. You reached out and tried to pull the curtains, until you heard the Mike called out to you. "Hey, it's 6:00, we gotta go." He said, you nodded at him, you looked back at the stage. Before you headed out. "Here's the rest." You told him, giving him the other two fifty bucks. He took them. "Thanks." He said, putting the money in his pocket. "No, thank you for letting me do this. I know it's risky." You said with a small smile. "It's nothing really, I just... really need the money and the pay here is not so great. From what I was told." He explained. You nodded. "I understand." You responded to him. "Well, I'll see you later tonight?" you asked him. "Yeah. See ya." He responded with a small awkward smile, then headed to his car. You did the same.

You went home, slept for a few hours. You had that dream once again. But, there was a slight change. When you got to the small single stage, the voice sounded much different than before. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...' You could slightly make out the letters, but the words completely. Then you woke up again. Like always. You got ready and went to work and after work you went home, then you left to the pizzeria at the same time as you did before. Mike arrived, you paid him the while two hundred dollars and you got to doing what you were doing. You searched in the same places, but this time you looked more in the main lobby. It felt as if you were getting closer to finding something, and that something was in the main lobby. You looked under the tables, bathrooms and even in the trashcans, but nothing. But it still felt close. Looking over at the single stage, you noticed that the curtains were open. You walked over to it, and saw that it was empty. Dammit, you thought something would be in there, before you could leaned close to look inside. You heard a loud thud in the office.

Quickly you ran towards the office. "Mike?" You called out to him, seen that he was on the floor groaning in pain. Bleeding from his arm. You went over and helped him up from the floor. "You good? What happened?" you asked him, setting him back on the chair. "I think so, dunno how that happened." He said, referring to the wound on his arm. It looked nasty. You looked around the office, trying to find a first aid kit. When you found it, you helped him patch up his wound. "What did you do?" You asked him, as you tightened the bandages on his arm. "I have no idea, I just dreamed of this kid, with a pirate hook. I chased after him, then he slashed me." He said, this caught your attention. 'Boy with a pirate hook.' That must have been a sign somehow.

When you got back home, your mom was getting ready to leave. You talked for a bit before she left. When she did, you went to catch some sleep before work. You went back to that same dream, back at the pizzeria, except you were in the last place where it ended. At the single stage, it was open. But it was empty. You got close, leaning in to look inside, but it was dark. All most like a bottomless pit. You stoke your hand in to see if you might find something, inside but you felt something grabbing your hand in the process. You heard the voice again. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...'. Then the house phone rang. Making you wake up with a loud gasp, a bit frightened. Groaning that you've been woken up. You got up and walked towards the living room. You picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?" you asked through the phone. "Y/n? Hey it Mike, sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing, but. Did you break into the pizzeria earlier this morning?" He asked, sounding worried in a way. "No? I was home the whole time. Why what happened?" You asked him. "Apparently someone or a group of people broke in. I just wanted to conform something." He explained. "That was it, sorry for interrupting." He apologized. "It's alright, I get it. I'll see you later tonight." You said, then you hung up. Who the hell would break into the pizzeria? That was a bit suspicious. You looked at the time and saw that it was close to being time to go to work. You sighed, walking back to your room to get ready.

Later that night, you were back at the pizzeria, waiting for Michael. He arrived, once he parked and stepped out of the car, then he went to the passenger door and opened it. A little girl stepped out with a small back pack. They both approached you. "Sorry, I couldn't get a hold of the babysitter and I just couldn't leave her alone." He explained to you. "Are you Mike's girlfriend?" she asked. Making you giggle and her brother's face turned a slight red. "Nah, just a friend." You replied to her. "Hm, I didn't think he'd have any." She said, making you laugh and Michael's face becoming redder. After you had a small introduction, you went in.

The place was trashed and a mess. While Mike went to put Abby to sleep, you decided to get some cleaning supplies to help clean the mess. You went to the janitor's closet to find some things, you spotted how on the door there was a dark liquid that had been splattered on there. Weird, it looked almost similar to blood, it was probably an old stain of some sort. You got brooms, dustpans, a bucket, mop and cleaning products. Then headed back to the main lobby. When Michael arrived, you and him got to cleaning. You both swept, mopped and you stocked up the chair and tables. Afterward, he went back to the office while you went on your search. Trying to find any kind of new clues maybe, but nothing. Some 'evidence' must have been cleaned up. You headed back to the office and saw that Mike was asleep and Abby had woken up. "Can you take me to the bathroom please?" She asked. You looked over at her sleeping brother and back at her. "Yeah, lets go." You said, taking her hand and leading her to the restroom.

You were waiting outside of the restroom, waiting for her to finish so that she could go back to her brother. The door opened and she walked out. "Done." She said with a small smile. Then a small noise was heard in the stage. You and Abby looked over for a minute. "Stay behind me." You said, then you slowly walked towards the lobby, with Abby behind you. You saw how the stage slightly shook, you kept the younger kid behind you, grabbing a broom. To defend yourself. Then the curtains of both the stages opened, revealing the animatronics. Of a bunny, bear, and a chick. They were all in good condition, with a bit of dirt and dust on them. The single stage had a fox, a bright red one that was more tattered than the rest, also with some dust.

They all moved their heads, towards your direction. Then they began to walk towards you both. You don't remember them doing that. You held the broom tightly, and kept Abby behind you. Except she peaked and looked towards the animatronics. "Those are my friends." She said, removing herself from behind you and going up to the four animals. "Abby wait." You said, getting closer to them. She seemed as if she knew them. Did she? You kept your broom in hand, watching as Abby interacted with them as if she's known them all her life. You felt something touch your shoulder, looking over, you saw the red fox. He was moving his ears and hook for a hand excitedly. Instead of feeling scared, you felt some kind of attraction? "It's okay, he just wants to hug you." Abby said to you, now the animatronics were looking at you. "He does?" you asked her, she then nodded.

Turning to face the fox, that was twice your size. You set the broom aside, then you extended your arms and moved closer to him. He did the same. You wrapped your arms around the cold fur like robotic body. His arms were around your smaller body. It felt a bit odd, but the more you hugged him, it felt comforting. You felt his hook for a hand giving you small pats, as a way to ease you. This felt nice, then you pulled away from him. Looking at him in his single eye. He moved his jaw excitedly, as well as his ears. It was cute in way. You gave him a small smile. Out of nowhere Abby began to laugh, you looked over and saw how the others were tickling her. She just laughed, which lead to some playful screaming and her telling them to stop. It was all fun and games, until you heard Mike run in to see what was happening.

As soon as he got there, he assumed Abby and you were in some kind of danger, he then grabbed a chair and held it up, as Freddy approached him. About to fight him. "It's okay Freddy, he's my brother Mike." Abby said towards Freddy, who had seemed to have calmed down. Allowing him to let Mike pass. "Mike, this is Bonnie, Foxy and Chica. Everyone, this is Mike." Abby introduced everyone to on another. "This is... is a joke right?" He asked, looking confused at you. "I thought I was tripping, but no." You responded to him. "It's okay Mike, they just want to play." Abby told Mike, then Chica turned to her and gave her a wink, making her smile.

"Alright, it's time to go, come on." He encouraged Abby. "Hold on." She responded to him, then she grabbed her little notepad and a red marker from her pocket. She drew something real quick and tore it off the notepad. Bonnie held out his hand, letting Abby put the picture on his palm. He then showed the picture to Foxy who looked very interested in the heart drawn on the paper. "I had a lot of fun." Abby told them, she then walked towards Mike. But stopped and gave Freddy a nice hug. Freddy returned the hug back. You looked at Foxy, who was waving his ears and jaw rapidly again. Also waving his hook around as if he was waving at you. "I'll see you around?" you asked him, he nodded his head. Then you walked out of the place with Mike and Abby.

"That was something." Mike said, watching Abby get in his car. "Yeah, it was." You responded, looking back inside, seen that Foxy was near the door. You guessed to make sure that you would all leave. You turned back to Mike who was closing and locking the gate. "So, find something?" He asked again. "Not yet, but I'm much closer than before." You explained to him. After he finished locking up the door. "I better get going. I got work in a few hours." You told him. "Alright, I'll probably stop by." He teased, making smile. "Alright, don't be a stranger." You told him, then you looked at Abby. "Goodbye Abby." You said kindly to her and she gave you smile, then you headed to your car, turned on the engine to get home. Back home, your mom wasn't there. You assumed she went to work early. You took off your shoes and just jumped on the couch, getting comfortable. Taking yet another nap before work. Hopefully afterwards you could get some better sleep. You fell asleep shortly afterwards.

You back at the pizzeria, except wasn't almost scary looking and dark like before. It seemed more friendly and nice to be in. You were standing outside the bathroom, the same clothes as before. Looking around, you saw someone in front of the single stage, they were small, like a child. You got closer to see who it was. Your eyes widen when you saw the back of that person's back of his head. They slowly turned around. You saw that it was your brother, he looks just like how he did when he went missing. He had on his orange shirt with blue jeans, shoes and his pirate hook that he had made.

"You found me." He said, you felt your eyes watering. It's been so long since you've seen your brother. You almost forgot how he looked like. You said his name in a whisper, then you went over, getting on your knees and pulling him into a hug. "Oh...I'm so sorry, I was only gone for a minute. I knew I should have been more watchful of you." You said, as you cried more, hugging your brother. "It's okay. You found me" He responded to you, all you could do was hug him and cry. As much as you wanted to continue to hug and be with him, you couldn't. This was only a dream. You pulled away, and looked at him in the eyes. "Please... I have to know... who took you?" You asked him, hoping that he'd give you answer or a clue. He didn't say anything. "Please tell me, who took you from me and mom?" You asked him again, but again. Nothing. Before you could ask him again. You woke up.

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[cocoreallylovesraiden]

Hi hi hi! Loved ur mk1 sick!reader headcanons, they so silly so cute!

May I request headcanons for hypersomniac!reader? Like they're always tired and sleepy. I mainly wanna see Shang Tsung and Kenshi <3 so feel free to include anyone else you'd like, male or female 🥰

MK1 characters and hypersomniac! reader

(shang tsung, kenshi, kung lao + extra lin kuei trio)

this request was from MARCH um hey... hi... sorry... but im back....requests are open....

Shang Tsung

-He seems like the extremely productive type, so I can’t say I think he’d appreciate someone who is on the more tired side. 

-Will be a gigantic diva whenever you mention it, talking about how ‘he’s been up for thirty hours and hasn’t so much as made a pip!’ 

-Would make all sorts of alarming potions and elixirs to prevent you from feeling drowsy- for the most part they don’t work because he doesn't really know how to make things without lethal side effects (and does not want you to DIE)

-He makes a big deal that he’s going to dissect you or experiment on you if you fall asleep as a scare tactic, and you’ll jolt awake from a sweaty nap terrified that you don’t have all your limbs

-(You are just in the corner of his work space, bundled in pelts and left untouched) (This is overkill on the pelts you are melting here.)

-He turns around and looks at you like WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT! NO I DIDN’T EXPERIMENT ON YOU ARE YOU STUPID!! But it is ultimately well meaning… you think?

-In all honesty I think Shang Tsung is the kind to get irritated by constant noise, especially when he’s trying to focus, so if you’re more mellow because of it, he would personally appreciate it. 

-He will exclusively refer to you as sleepyhead or ‘you sleeping lug’ thought i hope you're ok with that

-Will flick your nose if he sees you nodding off

Kenshi

-I feel like he’d be an insomniac, losing sleep because of everything he’s gone through

-Depending on his mood he’d either be irritated or soothed by your hypersomniac tendencies 

-Though because he's an earthrealmer (read: someone with a phone and google) he’d be able to do his own research and realize that it’s something that can impact you too 

-Just like how nights are hard for him, daytime can be a struggle for you as well, and as much as he can rationalize this his head he does metaphorically roll his (late) eyes when he sees you nodding off.

-He feels very chivalrous when you fall asleep against his shoulder so it does get  you good brownie points there

-If someone noisier came in he’d do the super suave cool guy thing where he just puts a finger to his lips and then points at you (would feel very cool afterwards)

-In the event that yall go grocery shopping he will be at the pharmacist counter the entire time asking about vitamins supplements remedies etc and in the end you’ll have a bedside table full of pill bottles that make you feel geriatric 

-Will use you feeling tired as an excuse to leave any social function and will be so happy (you were not fine he was just extremely overwhelmed) ((he hates house parties the floor plan is unfamiliar))

-He’s lived a stressful life and is thankful to take it slower with you

-Until you’ve fallen asleep halfway through a movie and he needs you to describe a scene GET UP I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SWORD THE GUY IS USING IS IT ACCURATE

Kung Lao 

-Takes it upon himself to jumpscare you the moment he sees you dozing off

-He just finds it hilarious, and you DID say you wanted to feel less tired throughout the day!

-Unfortunately he’d be the least gracious about it if you were sensitive about your hypersomnia (even against shang god bless you) but would also never take it to heart

-Maybe the first or second time you fell asleep around him, he’d worry that you found him boring, but once you explain it to him he Does Not Mind at all

-I mean it's The Great Kung Lao how can you NOT feel lulled to sleep safe and sound (completely rhetorical question)

-In all honestly I think your condition might start to change the most you spend around him, either you’d become totally immune to him and therefore ALL noise intervention, or start being more awake

-Would start stacking mahjong tiles on your head, tying your shoelaces together, seeing how much he could do before you woke up

-This means that if you caught him dozing off you have full permission to take his hat and run off to hide it somewhere

-Start the timer, GO! Let’s see how long it takes for him to find it this time! (It’s lodged into the ceiling) ((he will take an hour to find it))

Kuai Liang

-If you are under him in the Shirai Ryu or Lin Kuei, i imagine he would be tough on you like a mentor 

-But if not? He would find you incredibly endearing, always making sure that the places you frequently met in the compound had nearby shade or comfortable seating 

-Encourages you to rest if you are tired, if you want to stop falling asleep, he’ll offer tea

Tomas Vrbada

-Gets scared by you while walking past you since you’re so quiet

-You scared the ninja! Good on you 

-Yells, jolts you awake, then apologizes profusely and then promptly asks if you are interested in becoming a ninja under his tutelage 

Bi Han 

-As long as you stay out of his line of schedule you’re fine

-I too would be pissed if I worked the whole day only to see a sleepy lil guy 

-Yawns whenever you yawn and then yells at you for making him yawn 

[theallianceofcelestials]

Sooo, yesterday's MASM episode, huh?

Why is Moonblock, Moonstone, whatever you wanna call him, the way he is? He doesn't make any sense! I'm not going to talk about anything they do in gaming videos, because that's just the VA's bullying eachother, like frinds do.

Pulling Sun along on their adventures as a way to try and bond, helping him (however reluctant that help may be) whenever Sunny goes to him for something, fixing him up during the night, while Sun is sleeping, knowing and making him his favourite cookies (once), wingmanned him a handful of times (the one where he told Sun, Roxy and Foxy to go get ice cream, which turned into the Roxy and Sun date episode, was very sweet of him) ect.

But then turning around, calling him mean names, yelling at him, hitting him, laughing and encouraging when others are jackasses to him (like when Bonnie hung him from the ceiling, and he was up there for days. crying.), joining in on when a child as a form of playing, wanted to stab him - and yeah, sure, he may be made of metal and plastic, so he would've been mostly fine if the kid stabbed him, but just like with the rabbit shooting him with fake bullets, that still hurts, - stabbing him just in general with a sword, blowing him up, letting others shove grass and weeds down his throat and jumping on him from higher and higher with more and more force (which actually could've seriously injured him. they're heavy machines, who were not made to whitstand other heavy machines jumping on them), hitting him and letting him be hit by others with a shopping cart, that half-assed apology in 'Sun Begins His VILLAIN ARC With Eclipse??!!' episode, which kind of sounded condescending if you ask me, basically going "Welp, I tried" when Sun still refused to go back "home", and all the other other sins the little space rock has, but we'd be here all night and I have to watch my bloodpressure.

He clearly wants to be friends with Sun, or at least wants to spend time with him, as I already mentioned. He wants to be close-ish with him. And he claims he likes him, just like how he likes everyone else in the Plex.

But that just feels like he said it, one so Sun wouldn't leave, and two so he doesn't have to directly tell him he likes him.

He sometimes acts almost exactly like the stereotypycal *giggling and kicking feet in the air* "My crush/bestest friend forever and meee <3", but in the most assholeish Karen way of "If A bOy PuLlS yOuR hAiR aNd Is BuLlYiNg YoU! ThAt MeAnS hE iS cRuShInG oN yOu!"

Like, "Oooh I'll write me and Sun's name together as the password🥰! But throw in someone else's name aswell, so if he ever finds out I can just say it's me and my two friends!!"

Make it make sense!

This post was meant to be about how the way everyone acted in yesterday's episode 'Sun Continues His VILLAIN ARC And Plans REVENGE...' felt heavily like it was backtracking. But I kind of got sidetracked with talking about the little space rock.

How "Yeah, I only was an ass to you and abused, so you would reach your literal breaking point, snap and go join Eclipse, so I could try and catch him. Proud of ya, or whatever I'm supposed to say, here's a plush... Still going to shoot you. Because why not." and "Ohh ya know, stabbing people is just Foxy's way of showing he loves you! Classic Foxy teehee!" just felt like some poor attempt at damage control. Same with suddenly everyone wanting to hang out with Sun, the one time he wanted to be left alone.

I'm not counting Freddy, his IQ is room temperature on good days, and I mean it in the nicest of ways. As nice as can be.

But why do suddenly everyone else want to hang out with Sun, like he's suddenly the most interesting of people. Though they're still hitting him with gokarts, insisting they need to look at something at the back of his head (a bump which may or may not have even been there), and when he rejected the idea of them looking at his head, clearly uncomfortable, they surrounded him, held him down, and forcibly checked his head and then fixed(?) it.

And then when he wanted to be alone again to cry, they still wouldn't leave him be. The rabbit actually wanted to watch.

In short, because I truly lost where I was going with this post and just started ranting, yesterday's episode felt like everyone attempting to backtrack a little, but falling back into the comfortable habits, the little space rock confuses me (what do you want?! do you want to be friends? do you want to hold hands with him in the most romantic of ways? do you just view him as a sentient punching bag?! do you just want to keep him around and fix him up, so he can do all the daycare stuff so you don't have to?!), I hate the rabbit so much, same with the gator and the fox, disappointed in the others, and Sunblock. Deserves. Justice.

[stink-junebug]

If I wrote a Chicken Little horror fic about Foxy Loxy, would anyone read it? (I already planned a lot of it)

[bloo-the-dragon]

Run Boy Run

A bit of an experimental one shot focusing on Bloodmoon (sams) and FC set when Bloodmoon was under Foxy and Monty's command many months ago, which is actually when i first drafted this lol. Woke up in a cold sweat and wrote most of it before forgetting about it until today.

So basically it's a what if situation where Stitchwraith shows up and Bloodmoon fulfils his command to protect FC. It's really not a redemption thing, more a what if they obeyed their command kinda deal. About 2.7k words!

(Also on AO3!)

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Bloodmoon was guarding FC at the daycare. They did not want to be here. They would rather be anywhere else than stuck in this accursed place. Perhaps it would not be so bad if there was human children running around, but it was well after hours and it was just them and the little fox brat here. And he was under very strict orders not to harm the child lest they find theirselves swifted wiped from existence.

So here they sat, grumbling and clawing at the playmats as they were co-erced begrudginly into playing a game of castles by FC who wanted them to be the monster in the loch that surrounded his mighty castle made from those stupid barrels.

Admittedly the sight of the spherical objects made the twins a little uneasy, memories in the back of their shared mind of being faced with one held by a certain yellow animatronic, a flash of light and then nothing. But the barrels were supposedly safe now and no longer a danger. They remained skeptical of this, and so chose not to touch them leaving the fox child to stack them as he wished while they lay sprawled out on the ground, tearing fresh holes into the gross blue mats.

They wondered how much longer of this hell they would have to endure. One half was consistently egging the other to make a break for the doors, they could so easily clamber up the woodwork and squeeze between the gap toward their freedom. Multiple times the more logical half had to remind their erratic twin of the bomb planted so neatly into their head. And more so again as FC bonked them with a barrel to get their attention. They did snap their jaws in warning though, which ceased FC's actions and they snickered as the little fox suddenly startled and fell backwards.

However they quickly realised it was not them who caused FC to startle so. Hearing the sounds of uneven footsteps, they snapped their head around to see the Stitchwraith making it's way toward them.

Immedietely Bloodmoon was on their feet, teeth bared and claws out ready to attack. But experience had taught them to not immedietely jump and to be wary of the abomination as they knew it had many foul tricks up the cloak it wore. They made the mistake of jumping into action against it once, they would not do so again.

'FC' The Stitchwraith called out, drawing out the C' in a sickeningly soft voice. 'Come here, come to me.'

FC did not respond. He appeared to be too frightened, crouching behind the barrel that he had been hitting Bloodmoon with not a minute ago. Stitchwraith took another step forward and Bloodmoon growled, snapping their jaws in warning. The command to protect FC was starting to kick in in full and despite how much it sickened them, in the end they hated Stitchwraith more than they did the fox and his brat.

Stitchwraith seemed to notice their presence, and it called out to them next. 'Bloodmoon. Bring him to me. Now.'

Bloodmoon twitched at the command. They almost complied, the accursed instincts to follow orders activating. Plus it being Stitchwraith, someone they had unknowingly followed like an obediant dog for months.

But Stitchwraith was no longer their ward, their master. They had none.

Was Foxy their master? Coding said yes but Bloodmoon aggressively disagreed. 

The old fox had treated them well though, better than the others. While they were forbiddan to maim people they were still provided sustenance as meager as it was. Animal blood couldn't compare to human blood afterall. It was less sustaining. But it was something.

FC whimpered, as Stitchwraith called for him again. This time Bloodmoon recognised the voice, the so called 'nice' one. They knew it to be a lie. They knew that one was more a snake than the other.

The twins considered briefly their next course of action. One side, the more angry one wanted to follow as they had been told and to lunge, kill the Stitchwraith as was their command.

Attack ATTACK it is weak, we shall maim and tear and feast!

No.. Something is wrong brother. Surely you feel it too. Weakened as it is, i sense something is amiss.

Their spiral eyes narrowed, and they growled menacingly as they lowered themself to the ground ready to pounce or bolt. Yet there was something... off about the Stitchwraith. When they first spied it they immedietely noticed it appeared to be more damaged than it had been the last time they'd seen it. The steps it took were uneven and it walked with a heavy limp. They could hear a sickening grinding noise with every movement almost as if it were forcing itself to move. It did not sound comfortable. It sounded like it was in a great deal of pain.

And that meant it was weak. Less of a threat, easier to take down.

But still they'd held their ground. Past experience aside, the closer it got the more the twins sensed that it seemed to be almost more.. powerful than before. Despite how badly damaged it was, the red core that sat in the center of the mangled robots chest thrummed with such potent energy that even they could sense it.

The abomination's patience appeared to wane, as with a sudden burst of energy it took a couple of quick steps forward, claws outstretched toward FC.

'Come here. Now.'

Bloodmoon saw red. Quite literally.

The red core in Stitchwraith's chest began to glow and Bloodmoon reacted on pure instinct. Twisting their head, they clamped their teeth onto the scruff behind the tiny fox's neck elicting a startled yelp from the child before turning and bolting out of the daycare on all fours.

There was an angry shout, something that sounded like a 'No!' But Bloodmoon didn't dare look back, didn't slow down. They scrambled up the wooden doors and squeezed through the gap at the top just as one half had been pre-planning prior to this. As they lept down, the wooden doors cracked and splintered before bursting open with a looud bang behind them.

But the twins and the little fox within their jaws were already up the stairs. They ran faster, running in an erratic zigzag as bolts of red electrical like energy struck the ground on either side of them.

They dashed out of the daycare, their claws scrabbling to find grip on the marble floor that led toward the main entrance. They began making big leaps and bounds, almost like a bunny and at one point they even ran briefly across the wall before finally making it to the double doors leading to the pizzaria lobby.

They burst through the doors, nearly snapping one off its hinges in the process. They stop briefly to finally check behind them, to see how close the Stitchwraith was. They couldn't see it, they had managed to outrun it. But they knew better than to hang around in such an open space.

They looked around, the little fox swinging in their jaws as the red and blue animatronic searched frantically for a place to hide. One side pointed their shared view to a specific hole in the ceiling, meant for the elevator that sit broken by the escalators. It could work to hide them if they could get up there.

Wasting no time, they darted toward the giant glowing pillars that connected the elevator to the ceiling. They lunged and grabbed onto one, grunting and hissing as the bright light hurt their sensitive eyes. But they scrambled their way up it regardless and into the gaping space above.

They were able to only get up so far though as there was a metal barrier of some kind blocking the rest of the way. A safety measure should anything fall in from above they would assume. But they were up far enough that they should not be so easily spotted.

Bloodmoon adjusted theirself, finding purchase with their claws and supports for their feet to keep theirselves in place. FC remained scruffed in their teeth, and the little fox whimpered as he hung almost precariously, his eyes closed tight as to not look at the high distance between them and the ground below.

The red and blue jester hissed a low and dangerous 'quiet' just as the Stitchwraith appeared, slamming the daycare entryway doors aside and completely snapping the already broken one off the hinges.

Both Bloodmoon and FC went very still. They couldn't directly see Stitchwraith at this angle but they could hear as well as sense it. The eerie energy that radiated from it was all too hard to miss, as were the uneven footsteps and sounds of broken machinery as the mangled animatronic prowled below them.

'FC? Where are you buddy? If you hear me just call out! Did Bloodmoon hurt you? I'll come rescue you, don't worry'

FC didn't make a sound but Bloodmoon could feel him tremble, how the tiny fox curled in on himself even more tucking his legs and tail close. The smell of fear was strong and it took all of their effort to not give into the sudden urge to bite down fully.

More accursed mechanical noises, more soft calls carrying false words of encouragement and poisonous promise. At one point Bloodmoon spied the Stitchwraith as it moved below them. Their spiral eyes fixed on it immedietely following its every move with intense focus, their body completely still and tense and ready to lunge the moment the mangled robot turned its hooded head up toward the two.

But it did not. Instead the calls fell quiet and Bloodmoon could barely hear the angry hushed whispers to itself. With a sudden angry snarl accompanied by crackles of more red energy that had FC flinching harshly, Stitchwraith turned and stormed off in another direction once again leaving their line of sight.

However Bloodmoon dared not move, remaining completely still. Both sides were silent even in their mind, both being completely hyper focused with one side listening and looking out for the looming danger below them and the other holding back the bloodlust being triggered by FC's terror.

Even as the sounds grew softer and eventually disappeared entirely they did not dare to move. For all they knew, the Stitchwraith could still be nearby, waiting for them to come out of hiding so it could ambush them. They wern't taking the chance.

They knew not how long they stayed there. Could have been an hour, could have been ten minutes. Either way, FC started to whine softly the events taking its toll on the little fox. Bloodmoon growled a warning and that shut him up quick. But not a minute after, there were sounds of footsteps approaching which had both tensing up once again before a familiar voice followed.

'FC? FC Where are you? Bloodmoon? Either of you are you here?'

It was Foxy. FC perked up instantly, and with only slight hesitation called out to his dad.

'I'm here father!'

With that, Bloodmoon finally moved from his position, grabbing onto the accursed glowing pillar and sliding down it to where Foxy was waiting for them.

Bloodmoon released FC from their jaws, and the little fox instantly bolted away and over to Foxy. Bloodmoon twitched in a barely restrained effort to not automatically chase after him, but otherwise remained where they were, flexing their claws as they fought to calm their bloodlust as well as their own nerves.

Meanwhile Foxy checked over his son frantically. 'Are you alright? Did he hurt you?' Foxy immedietely shot Bloodmoon a glare as he noticed the faint bite mark on the back of his sons neck. While the faux fuzz skin was not torn, there were clear puncture marks.

Bloodmoon notices his glare and they let out a scoff, turning their head away. But FC is shaking his head drawing the older fox animatronic's attention back.

'No no! I am not hurt they... Bloodmoon saved me from the Stitchwraith!'. 

'I.. see' Foxy couldn't help the slight skeptisim from entering his voice but. 'Well.. Good. Glad to see you're capable of following orders then' Foxy directed his voice over to Bloodmoon. The red and blue jester shot him a snarl but they did not answer, instead plopping theirselves onto the floor and clawing halfheartedly at the carpet.

Foxy sighed, and turned back to his son. Aside from the bite mark he looked to be ok just a little shaken. 'I saw the Stitchwraith on the cams. Came here fast as i could. I'm sorry you had to deal with that but you're safe now.'

FC fiddled with his hands. 'Can we go home now?'

'Yeah kid, we can go home. Won't be back here for a while. I already gave Monty a call on my way down here so. He should be here soon, so just hang tight for a bit alright?'

'What if the Stitchwraith comes back?'

'Then we'll deal with it should happen. But i think it's gone for now and we won't be here for much longer.'

'Ok father..'

Foxy ruffled his sons head. 'Atta' boy.' He then stood and turned his attention to Bloodmoon, considering his options. They had done exactly as they were commanded which was... surprising honestly. Foxy had assumed they would have been torn apart by the Stitchwraith. Afterall their main purpose was to hold them off long enough for him or Monty to get down there. They had surprised him today.

Foxy hummed. He wondered.

While Foxy and FC were talking, Bloodmoon had tuned them out. They were starting to feel weary. The effort it took of holding back their bloodlust combined with the sudden burst of energy that had them bolting across the plex was starting to take its toll. The twins were tired and hungry and their arms and legs beginning to feel a little sore. Conflicting emotions swam within them from both sides. The satisfaction in their code of fulfilling their order to protect FC conflicting with the command denied to bring FC to the Stitchwraith as they were told to.

They hated this. Hated being stuck like this. Hated that they were bound to the commands of two masters. They knashed their teeth, wanting nothing more than to feast on soft flesh and warm blood before curling up and going to sleep.

They flinched as their name was called, flinching back as they realised the old fox was suddenly standing next to them. One half of them automatically hissed and swiped but the other half held them back as they processed a question that had been asked to them.

'What?'

Foxy had his hands held up in a non threatening manner. A difficult feat to accomplish when one had was literally a hook. 'Negative O. That's your favourite right?'

Bloodmoon tilted their head in a confused manner, but they warily nod. 'Alright, ok good got it' Foxy replies, 'listen you did good today so tell you what. I'll get you one blood bag as a treat. Maybe two if you behave between now and when we get home. Sound good?'

The twins do not answer, squinting at the old fox in suspicion. Was this a trick? Some kind of ploy? For what reason would he do this? They did not believe for a moment this 'good behaviour' shit he was spewing. They had simply done what they were commanded to do, nothing more.

However, the prospect of having actual human blood, and their favourite type no less was too good to pass up. They inwardly agreed with one another they could play the little nice nice game for a little longer too if it meant getting an extra bag so they nodded their head again.

'Alright good' Foxy nods mostly to himself before turning to FC. He had noted Bloodmoon looked tired and FC was looking increasingly like he could use a nap, the stress finally starting to take it's toll on the little fox. Bloodmoon too, as they stopped clawing up the carpet and resorted to curling up on the floor. Nasty place to lie down Foxy mused but he wasn't gonna tell them otherwise.

Eventually Monty did arrive and set up the portal back home. Foxy sent Bloodmoon and FC through first, and quickly passed on his request to Monty to grab the two negative o blood bags for Bloodmoon to which the gator agreed. As he passed through the portal himself Foxy wondered if perhaps he could use this as a consistant reward for good behaviours in future to keep Bloodmoon in line.

[kingofthe-egirls]

SKITTISH: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: lots of food/eating, kissing sorta, luffy sees you and likes you, reader is a foxy pirate, asthmatic!reader, sorta spoilers for post wano, this is opla or anime whatever u choose!)

(a/n: this counts as journaling)

Songs: “Plans” by Maude Latour

words: 1.2k

****

You stand behind your cotton candy machine, sparkling your eyes behind your foxy pirate mask. The pirates have set up carnival stalls filled with meat and doughnuts and elephant ears. It smells like heaven.

Mugiwara no Luffy is staring at you.

He’s salivating, licking his lips as he reaches into the spinning candy machine to dip his hands straight into the sugar. “Hey!” You squeal, swatting him away. He hasn’t broken eye contact, even as he sucks the fairy floss straight off his fist.

“You’re pretty!” He says, smiling.

You flush all the way to the tips of your toes. A tingle runs down your spine, as you shift uncomfortably in place. No one’s called you pretty before. Silly and strange, maybe. But never pretty. That’s for Porche.

With her turquoise hair and slender waist, plus her charming personality…you’ve felt like a smaller, chubbier, easily forgotten younger sister that gets passed over more often than not. You’ve got asthma too, so you can’t even run for very long. Your Foxy Pirates job is to make the cotton candy. To tear down the stalls. To smile and laugh and help your fellow crew members cheat.

So it’s surprising—freezing—to have an Emperor of the Sea staring at you like you’re fried dough on a stick.

“Th-thanks,” you stutter, the whir of the cotton candy machine underlining your short-of-breath sounds. It’s bad enough your lungs are ass, now you’re flustered too.

“Welcome!” He says cheerfully, downing another gulp of pastel pink candy. It sticks to his chin in sparkling crystals. You want to wipe them off. “What games do you play?”

“This, mostly…,” you shrug. Your older, stronger crew mates are the ones who participate in the competitions. And though you’re thankful for the foxy pirates for taking you in, you do wish you were allowed to play more of the games. You like the boxing fights in particular.

“That’s stupid!” He says, smiling. “You should roller skate with me!” He challenges you like he’s inviting you to play. His brown eyes are so, so deep. Like dark coffee straight from the espresso machine. With the foam on top, all caramel in the sunlight. He swipes a stripe of candy from off his upper lip. His cupid’s bow is wide, and arched slightly.

He slaps your shoulder.

“See you in the rink!”

You scrabble for your inhaler as he walks away, all bouncy and rubbery with his head sticking out and down. His knees are slightly bowled, with his feet turned out like a ballet dancer as he walks. He’s strange.

He’s…

Sexy.

****

So now you’re standing shakily on skates, waiting at the start line of your roller skating rink.

Your knees are shivering, your pulse racing beneath your elbow pads and wrist guards. You’ve only ever roller skated for fun, let alone a competition. Your breath is shallow and raspy in your aching lungs. It’s humid: the worst kind of weather for you to try and breathe through. The air tastes like salt. You lick your lips: so do you.

Strawhat Luffy is standing on the starting line next to you, his own stance shaky and unstable. His knees knock together as he tries to remember how to stand on wheels.

You sigh.

Inhale…

Exhale.

You’ve got this.

****

The whistle blows, and you’re off.

You push against the ground, squeezing your core as much as you can to try and retain balance. You’re not the fastest, but you enjoy the speed of skating and how the wind rushes past your ears.

Your roller skates slide smoothly over the rink’s circular track, and you allow yourself a smile as you skate around the first corner. A slingshot limb shoots past your face, before you see a hand grab onto the rail in front of you. The captain of the Strawhats lets out an enthusiastic scream, before rocketing past you. His shoulder checks yours, so you’re sent flying. The air leaves your lungs in one short gasp, and you’re spinning out of control before you realize what’s happened.

“Shit!” You screech, tumbling into the grass at the center of the track. He stumbles after you, losing balance as he lands straight on top of you.

What little air you have left leaves you, as suddenly your senses are filled with him: all sweaty and musky and tanned and gorgeous and he’s he’s he’s—kissing your shoulder?

It’s so fast you almost miss it, but you’re sure you feel the hot press of his lips to your shoulder blade. He’s up now, reaching down to help you up, too. He’s smiling at you with sharper eyes than you remember.

He’s like a tiger.

“Sorry, foxy,” he snickers, helping you up and shaky skates. His hands sear fingerprints into your skin.

“S’okay…,” you mumble.

Something scared and wicked flares within your gut, so you push him over and start speeding back onto the track. He screams, surprised, but you’re already rushing away and over the finish line with stars in your brain and cotton candy in your stomach. It feels like butterflies. It feels like rain.

So you let your team win this round, and you skate away as fast as you can to go hide in a corner somewhere.

****

The rest of the games pass by in a blur, with your stomach churning and your lungs heaving in shallow, shaky breaths. You stand by the sidelines, surrounded by your crew mates as the prize selection starts. The Strawhats won the roller rink games, so it’s their pick of the lot.

Everyone’s nervous, the air going still as every single person holds their breath in suspense.

Strawhat Luffy stares at the crowd, scanning for someone with a squint. The setting sun shoots laser beams through his eyes. He’s chewing on his lower lip. You shuffle, listening to the murmurs of your fellow crew mates as they wonder who he’s gonna choose. You hope it’s you.

“Hmm…,” he says, tapping his sandal against the stage. His own crew is standing beside him, waiting for him to choose. They seem relaxed, since they haven’t lost anyone yet.

You shove a handful of cotton candy into your face, stress eating.

“That one!” Luffy shouts, confidently pointing straight at you.

You stop, mid-chew.

“Hah?” You ask, the air in your lungs squeezing out like a deflated balloon. Sticky sugar paints your chin, as you lick your lips. It’s sweet.

“Y/n?” Captain Foxy asks, as the crowd around you parts. You’re standing by yourself, suddenly. The comforting warmth of your crew mates disappears, as you stand holding fairy floss with one hand. You swallow, thickly.

“Seriously?”

Your voice sounds shy—squeaky.

Monkey D. Luffy grins, and crosses his arms in satisfaction. “Yep!” He says cheerfully, as people start to maneuver you up to the front of the stage. You stumble over yourself, nerves and limbs jelly. Someone has seen you…has chosen you.

Suddenly, you inhale.

“Sweet!” You say, breathy, as your new crew welcomes you with open arms. Someone slaps your back, another squeezes your hand.

Your new captain smiles at you, dazzlingly. Sugar is still melting on your chin. He leans forward, swiping it off with his tongue.

Fuck.

He snickers, before stepping away to smack his lips. “Make sure you bring the candy machine, too!”

So you do.

****

part 2 coming soon!

[autumn-foxfire]

Kaito tched when he pulled the trigger of his card gun and nothing came out.

Across from him, Snake laughed.

"Out of ammo?" he taunted with the smug grin of a man who believes he's won, and it's no wonder he thought so, considering that with the last of his cards shot, Kaito was pretty much out of magic tricks up his sleeves. No smokebombs, no sleeping gas, and he wouldn't dare try and summon his doves when Snake is swinging around a gun that he was ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

Snake continued to gloat as Kaito tried to think about an escape.

Fortunately, he had always been Lady Luck's favourite.

"Seems you're out of words too," Snake jeered before he pointed his gun steadily at Kaito's chest, "And out of luck."

Kaito's face split in a grin and he purposely angled his face so that his monacle would reflect in the moonlight, letting Snake know exactly how he felt about being "cornered".

"It appears you are correct," he agreed airly, shrugging his shoulders in an overdramatic fashion that, just as he intended, made Snake scowl as his previous humour faded over not getting the response he expected.

"It seems I can only rely on the God of Death to have mercy, ne?"

Before Snake could respond, he threw his card gun at the man's head. Snake swerved to the side to dodge the assault and the gun cluttered to the floor behind him uselessly.

"That was pathetic, KID, even for you," Snake scoffed and the smirk returned to his lips, as he once again leveled his gun to Kaito's chest "Goodbye, once and for all, you good for nothing thief."

Kaito returned his smirk with a grin of his own, "Goodnight, Snake-san!"

A loud bang sounded on the rooftop, followed by a scream of pain.

Kaito watched Snake land to the floor, unconscious and most definitely concussed. Standing behind him was Shinichi, his foot still in the air from kicking Kaito's card gun with those overpowered shoes of his into the back of Snake's unsuspecting head.

"God of Death? Really?" Shinichi huffed.

Kaito laughed and sauntered over to Shinichi's side, "You can't deny it's not accurate Shin-ichi-gami-san~" he sang, "You do have a bad habit of stumbling over murders whenever you leave your house."

Shinichi rolled his eyes and flicked the brim of Kaito's top hat, "That was stupid of you," he scolded as he looked down at the unconscious would-be-assassin, "You shouldn't let yourself be cornered like that."

"I miscalculated," Kaito admitted, some of the playfulness leaving his tone as he also turned to look at his heistly nuisiance, "It's a good thing I can always rely on you to chase me, ne, Meitantei," he shot Shinichi a wink.

Shinichi huffed again, though a fond smile also climbed onto his lips, "You're hardwork, thief."

[drgenius-reid]

In the Quiet

A/N: Happy New Year! I wrote this short little piece for the wonderful @foxy-eva. I hope you like it, friend! 🤎

Summary: After partying at Rossi’s, you and Spencer are in bed together talking about the family you have at work. 

Word Count: 1320

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. I think that’s it, honestly. 

It was in the quiet, when it was just you and Spencer in bed, recounting the day you’d had with the only light coming from the moon outside, that you loved the most. It was when Spencer pulled you lovingly into his arms and held you close, pressing soft kisses to your temple mumbling, ‘You’re allowed to rest, my love,’ against your skin. 

It was when your mind was far from quiet, still reeling from a gruelling case that had well and truly taken everything out of you, and you didn’t want to relax but tried anyway. It was in your fiancé’s arms, your head on his chest and his heart beating against your cheek where you were almost able to forget everything you had seen and calm down from a busy evening out with friends.  

After getting home from a rather demanding time in Ohio that took more out of you than normal, you’d gotten to the office to find Penelope dancing around the office to try and forget about the gruesome details you’d had to feed her during the case. The second she saw you all walk through the doors to the bullpen she lit up even further, rushing over to you with a tray of drinks. 

‘I thought we could have a little BAU party!’ She beamed, holding the tray for you all to take a drink from it. You knew that she was trying to ignore the pain that rushed through her in the only way she knew how, by showering everyone with love and positivity. And fun drinks. ‘These ones have no alcohol but if we go to the bar we can absolutely get alcoholic ones.’ 

Unlike everyone else, Rossi found the idea of going to the bar less than appealing. Not when he had perfectly good alcohol and floors and tables that weren’t sticky at his place. Everyone was more than willing to take him up on the offer, knowing that he had the good stuff that you didn’t have to pay for. 

Within minutes of finishing your drink and JJ putting the empty glasses in the kitchenette to clean the following day, you all headed down to the parking garage so that you could head to Dave’s house. You and Spencer, who had gotten to work the previous week on public transport, climbed into the back of Derek’s car where Spencer rested his hand on your thigh instantly. 

Neither of you were huge fans of PDA but in the quiet moments where he put his hand on your body and held you close were some of your favourites. The warmth of his hand radiated through your body and made you forget about the cold Virginia weather momentarily. 

‘Do we think that Emily and Derek decided to go to a club after like they said they would in the car?’ 

Spencer’s nose was buried in your neck and you sighed happily as he snuggled into you. Despite him not showing huge amounts of physical affection while you were out of the house, the second you were in your own space he was all over you. His hands roamed your body any time they could, and he loved to hide his face in your neck with his lips trailing over your skin. 

‘There is a ninety nine point nine percent chance that they are currently in a club somewhere being one another’s wing…person.’

Emily and Derek, though happy to be going to Rossi’s house for the evening, had spent the entire car ride talking about whether they had it in them to go partying after the party. 

‘Our very own two person after party!’ Emily had laughed as Derek pulled up to a stop sign. ‘We can be each other’s wing person. Think of all the ladies, Morgan. Think of the ladies.’ 

Derek turned to face Emily and tilted his head. Even in the dim light of the car you knew that he was smirking. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as the light turned to green and he accelerated once more. 

‘Well if it’s for the ladies.’ 

‘And the point one percent?’ You asked Spencer, gripping his hand that sat at your middle tightly, needing to be as close to him as physically possible. 

‘They’re passed out somewhere in Rossi’s house.’ 

You breathed a laugh and made a mental note to text Emily before bed and find out what she wound up getting up to after you and Spencer had left Rossi’s. 

‘If we’d have stayed there any longer we would have passed out on his couch too. Well I would have anyway. You slept on the jet for most of the flight. Even through turbulence!’ 

Spencer hummed against your neck, trailing his lips across the soft skin. The heat from his breath and the softness of his kisses had your eyes falling closed on their own accord. You relaxed yourself into his touch, physically feeling the stress leave your body. He ran his tongue across the bottom of your neck before pecking his way up to your cheek. 

You twisted around in his arms and pressed your lips to his softly. Even after years together it felt surreal kissing Spencer. He was still just as gentle as he had been when you first started dating, taking his time with you as he held you close. When he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you for the access he desired the most, your heart fluttered deep in your chest. 

Your hands pushed through his hair until they settled at the nape of his neck where you held him close as you kissed him back, granting him the access he craved. He tasted like fruit juice–sweet and sticky, and oh so intoxicating. His chest heaved against yours when he pulled away to rest his forehead on yours. 

‘Tonight was fun,’ he whispered against the silence of the room. ‘Thank you for not letting me get out of it.’ 

You laughed softly and cupped his cheeks delicately. ‘You’re welcome, handsome. It was really nice getting to share that with you. And with everyone else.’ 

‘It was,’ Spencer whispered, capturing your lips in a small peck. ‘Did Penelope send you those photos yet?’ 

Reaching over Spencer you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and settled back into his arms, shifting until you could use both hands. As promised, Penelope had sent you the photos she had taken that night. There was no denying that they were some of your favourite photos ever. 

They all so perfectly highlighted the fun that you’d all had together–Derek and Emily dancing around Dave in the kitchen as he tried to pour everyone a drink; Penelope and JJ dancing in the living room with Hotch in the background laughing at their dance moves; and one of you and Spencer curled up on the sofa, one of Spencer’s hands on your thigh as you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

Out of them all, your favourite photo by far was one that you were all in. You all huddled in the living room while Penelope set her camera on a timer on the mantel, telling you all to get ready because she wasn’t willing to take more than one photo. 

Something got lost in translation though because when she looked at the photo she bowed her head in shame. Emily had turned to flick Derek’s ear, JJ was staring at them telling them to stop acting like children, Hotch and Rossi were staring at the camera with rigid smiles, Spencer’s eyes were closed and you looked cross eyed. 

All the while Penelope had the biggest grin on her face. It was the worst photo that could have ever been taken but it was also your favourite because it showed everyone so perfectly. 

‘I like that one.’

‘It’s just…us,’ you smiled. ‘It’s-’

‘Family,’ Spencer finished for you. ‘It’s a family.’

[we-are-the-multitude]

Moon doing the "Wanna make out?" "What?" "What?" routine with Foxy in today's episode?

Moon joking about Roxanne taking him on a "terrible first date" during the blind/mute/deaf sequel??

Moon basically flirting with Sun the ENTIRE RUNTIME of that one lucky block tower video???

I don't know what this funky bisexual is up to, but once I get the proper inspiration, I am WRITING ABOUT IT.

[icyfox17]

Goooood morning everyone i woke up today thinking about how Buck's default solution is quitting but just-- buck in 8x01 telling everyone they should all quit but theyre all giving proper reasons why they cant and then in 8x04 gerrard telling buck to choose and buck listened to his team and knows they cant lose the job so instead he chooses himself to quit and it's almost a parallel of the lawsuit arc except this time it's about protecting everyone else instead of himself and hes grown so much but hes also the same person and sobs i love him so much

[msookyspooky]

Two Heads are Better

Multi-May (I barely made it Bex😤) ☆ Smut 18+ ☆ Foxy x Captive!AFAB!Reader x Otis ☆ TW: !DARK!Non-Consent!! ☆ Readers Pronouns are She/Her ☆ Reader is a grown adult but young compared to them (Probably 20+ age gap) and they use it while dirty talking ☆ Reader Either is a Virgin or Lied About it; up to You ☆ Corruption ☆ S/M Kink ☆ Cursing and Vulgar Crude Talk ☆ Knifeplay ☆ Gunplay☆ Bloodyplay ☆ Old Men and an Age Gap ☆ Forced Orgasm ☆ Orgasm Denial ☆ Death Threats ☆ PVP ☆ Humiliation ☆ Degradation ☆ Captive Reader ☆ Talk of Body Mutilation but Doesn't Happen ☆ Devil's Triangle Threesome ☆ Reader Referred to as Mama because of the Time Period + Them referring to themselves as Daddy Occasionally ☆ Reader is Bound and Helpless / Bondage ☆ Rough Sex ☆ Vibrator ☆ Abuse ☆ Degrading Dirty Talk and Insults ☆ Foxy and Otis refer to each other as Brothers but aren't Related by blood so??? Do with that what you will ☆ Nasty Old Men You Might get a UTI From with Dumb Outdated Redneck Logic (Not my logic!) ☆

Not proofread. No word count.

"Well, well...What do we got here?" The shorter old man with long white hair said. His voice was pleasant and he was smiling... And yet, no warmth was behind those eyes. Those eyes were devoid of anything but looking at you like a piss ant to harm just cause he could. The strands of his hair stringy, dirty and course with age and lack of maintenance. Looking like he hadn't brushed it in some time. His beard; ghosted white over most of it and very rough and unkept.

"Looks like a lil girl that got herself in some big trouble, brother." The taller more willowy one mumbled. His voice deep and distinctive and dare you say attractive. It could almost disguise the creepy snaggled tooth grin on his face and the sawed off shotgun in his hand. His more hollow eyes looked at you more with excitement and amusement while his brother looked at you like he was dead inside for the most part. Either way, they both looked down upon their captive like a toy to break in.

You were bound naked to a chair. Past panicking. Just your chest rising and falling. They had caught you off guard when you were at the wrong place, wrong time. Forced you to strip with trembling hands and fearful tears as they hauled you into a nearby house. Killing the family there right in front of you. An older man and woman. All before the taller one tied you up to this dining room chair with arms on it. You still felt sickened when his large calloused hand roughly groped at you the entire time...All before they left. Left you there in that room for an hour, at least, that's what it felt like. It felt like they did it on purpose; psychological manipulation. God, why don't they just kill you?

You sat there eyes darting around for so long. You felt your wrist trying to wiggle free. Sore from rope burn. You heard their names were Foxy and Otis...You knew them from the news and that made your escape that much more prevalent.

All before you got a hand free and the second you did you frantically scrambled to get it all the rest of the way off. Ripping at the rope and jerking the dish towel from out of your mouth they gagged you with before running full speed to the back door. Tripping on your own two feet not even caring if you were naked.

Then a scream ripped from your throat with a loud smack.

A backhand got you right upside the mouth by the shorter one as it flung you to the tile floor before he grabbed you by the hair to drag you back.

You were crying as he yelled, "The fuck you think you're going bitch!?" Slamming you onto the ground. You yelped as he kicked you. "Get your ass back in that fuckin' chair!"

You shakily sucked in breath through the pain he just gave you with that kick to your side. Whimpering and softly crying to yourself. You scooted back into the chair as Otis seemed to calm a bit. Like a switch. A manipulative terrifying switch.

He sighed as if he was disappointed in you even though you knew damn well this was on purpose. They made it loose so you'd get free and then have an excuse to discipline you.

"Now, why did you make him do that?" Foxy smirked talking to you from behind as he entered the kitchen. Otis tied you up way tighter as he talked; Hurting your aching skin as he did so. "We ain't hurt you yet. You should be damn grateful...Now? Tsk..." Foxy smirked wider tsking to himself.

You shook your head as Otis now tied your thighs to the arms of the chair and your wrist behind it. You jerked and Otis forcibly grabbed your hips to the end of the chair; your back slumped uncomfortabley as he tied your upper thighs to the arms. It was uncomfortable on a hard wooden chair like that but they clearly didn't give a shit.

He smirked at that as Foxy walked over. His deep set blue eyes directly on your genitals that were spread a bit more for them to see.

"Ya got a cute lil puss on ya." Otis complimented giving the outer lips a light smack as you jerked and gasped at the feeling. "Shame we gotta tear that shit up." He gave with way too sadistic of a grin for it to ever be a 'shame' to him.

You panicked. You fully realized and remembered who these freaks were now. These men were known on tv for how cruel they were. You read the reports after they ditched prison! We're talking cutting your labia off, burning your clit then fucking you afterwards and using your blood as lube sick in the head type of shit! You were almost hyper ventilating seeing Otis's hunting knife in his pocket.

Foxy smirked that creepy smile, "So, ya wanna fuck her then cut her or cut her then fuck her?"

Otis laughed, "Does it matter?"

You were panicking and trembling so bad your legs shook the chair before you just blurted out. "Don't...I...Take me with you!!" You screeched. "If you don't hurt me I can g-go w-with you!...I'm serious I can be whatever you want just please don't cut me or anything. I'll be good. I can be whatever..." You stuttered out in a whimper, your tears clinging to yoyr lashes to obscure your sight. You were doing the only thing you could think of that was outrageous enough to get their attention.

Both men looked mildly surprised at that. No victim ever offered that. They offered to suck their dicks, give them money, not to tell police...But to be their pet? That was new.

They stared before Otis scoffed, "Oh really? You think you're special enough for-"

"Yes!" You interrupted him and he smacked you upside the head.

"Know your God damn place first and foremost or I WILL cut that motherfucking tongue out. I'm more into deep throating then that kitten licking shit you chicks do anyways."

Foxy just grinned at his brother before Otis sighed in thought.

Foxy mumbled, "She needs taught. She's jus' a spring chick that needs the ol' roosters to get her in line..." Foxy played with your trembling lip with his thumb then smeared a tear over your cheek. He grew more serious a moment, "Besides, I could use her in those adult movie ideas I got. She's got a good enough pair of titties." He smirked lecherously at you as you averted your eyes. "And speak for your godamn self. I don't mind a woman's tongue tickling my nuts."

Otis shrugged pondering as if to say, 'fair enough.' He chuckled at how scared you looked as your legs were spread wide open and your breast and pussy on full display. "Well...I suppose we can teach her. Besides, might be fun to keep her alive a few hours. Teach her how to not be such a damn prude...But still, how can we trust her? I mean, she done tried to escape."

"You got a point." Foxy nodded all before shoving his shotgun right at your vulva, nudging your labia to the side with the barrel. Pressing it as you whimpered at the cold metal and the implication. "Give us a good goddamn reason to trust your ass." He ordered rubbing his shotgun barrel all over your pussy slowly as he spoke.

Your mouth opened and you didn't know what to say. "P-Please...I..."

Otis took his knife and grazed it over your flesh before making a few thin slices along your breast and abdomen. Blood coming to each thin cut and you winced everytime, "I don't know how!" You blurted out in a trembling voice.

"Well you better figure it the fuck out!" Otis demanded as he acted like he was close to slicing your nipple off and you tried so hard and failed not to cry. Holding so still and frozen in fear. You were stiff as a board not even amsaying a word.

Suddenly...Otis smirked as an idea came to mind.

"....Foxy."

"Yeah, Whitey?" Foxy replied not moving his gun from rubbing your outer and inner labia slowly.

"Ya saw that back massager upstairs?"

Foxy stared before a wicked grin graced his face, "...Ya got some ideas?"

Otis chuckled, "Shut up and go get the damn thing."

Foxy scoffed and took his gun away to your relief. "Foxy this, Foxy that...You aint my goddamn boss, motherfucker."

"Just get the damn massager before I decide to cut this chicks tits off, motherfucker." Otis replied almost jokingly! All while you were so scared you couldn't even think.

You waited with Otis looking at you in interest as he grazed his knife over your flesh, "You excited, Mama?" He whispered. "You should be." He barely flicked your nipple with the knife not enough to cut but you didn't breathe. "Prove to us you're obedient and maybe...Just maybe we'll let you tag along and live. How's that sound?"

You eagerly nodded.

"Ya gonna speak?" He demanded. "I asked you a motherfucking question."

You opened your mouth scared he'd cut you or get hit again. But when he pressed the knife near your aerola you blurted out with a screwed up shut eyed face, "I don't know if I'm allowed to speak or you'll get mad."

To your surprise, Otis laughed heartily. "Good girl...You can speak when we ask you something. Not a fucking peep more. Is that clear?"

"Yes...Sir?" You hesitantly said.

He grinned down at you. He'd actually be handsome if he cleaned up and wasn't aiming a knife at your tit. "Good girl." He cut near the nipple but not on it as you winced but didn't dare move. All before he bent down to lick the blood that ever so slowly seeped out the line. Swirling his tongue and fluttering against the nipple to get it hard. All before then sucking it into his mouth; humming as he did so. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed tasting your blood and doing this to you. It hurt where he made the thin slice but...Well, his tongue expertly rolling around and over the sensitive bud didn't feel like the worse thing.

You didn't dare whimper or anything for fear of punishment.

Foxy came in and scoffed, "Hey. Don't go sucking tits without me, prick." You saw he had a 70's style hitachi back massager. Those were...Popular. Still are. But not for backs.

You sucked in a breath and bit your inner cheek when Otis gave a hard nip to it before pulling his mouth away with a plop sound from his lips. Grinning as his dirty thumb carressed your cheek. Your skin soft and supple compared to the callousness of his thumb. "Not even a peep? What a good piece of meat."

Foxy looked mildly annoyed maybe even jealous. "C'mon man." He grumbled.

Otis grabbed your hair to force your head back while shoving his tongue in your mouth. His cracked dry lips and scruffy beard roughly over your skin. His breath tasted of cigarettes and booze thankfully to disguise any bad breath as his tongue forced its way almost down your throat. He purposely got sloppy. His saliva on your tongue as he shoved it as far back as possible. You wanted to bite it off or spit at him but knew that was just asking to get mutilated and killed. The dead body and blood in the corner of the kitchen from one of the home owners proof enough.

Instead, your tongue massaged his back out of pure instinct and you heard a grunt come from him before he roughly jerked you back glaring down at you in annoyance. Looking ready to hit you again.

"I'm sorry." You rushed out. Scared you did something horribly wrong.

"What is it, brother?" Foxy laughed, "Ain't had a woman rub her tongue on yours without paying her?"

"Shut the fuck up." Otis glared. "...Do not try to dominate me. At all. That includes touching me. You don't do a damn thing unless I tell you."

You nodded as he ran his tongue across your lips, giving a hard bite. You winced thinking he might bite till you bleed before he roughly shoved your head away and let go of your hair as you kept your eyes closed to compose yourself. His saliva in your mouth with the taste of him, cuts stinging, lower lip he just bit throbbing a bit, and your back uncomfortable with the position in the chair. Fuckers couldn't even get you a pillow behind you...Obviously but damn.

You barely had time to recover as Foxy slide his long rough fingers over your pussy and you sharply stiffened. Rubbing your outer lips as he rubbed and seperated your pussy with his fingers. "Damn...I can't even see her cunt hole, brother." He hungrily gave. "Ya got a tight lil snatch on you, huh baby?"

They looked expectantly and you only got the hint to answer when you grimaced at Foxy tugging on your inner lips not really a yank to hurt but it was a weird sensation you weren't use to. It was a warning that those COULD get ripped or cut off. All while he played with your pussy like a stimuli toy to busy him.

You forced out a, "I uh...I guess??"

Otis and Foxy laughed as Foxy chuckled out as he massaged your inner lips gently between his thumb and finger creating a heated feeling in your core at the odd feeling you rarely felt.

You tried to ignore that as Foxy said, "Aww she's shy." He smoothed a finger over your entrance, toying with it to the point it was uncomfortable before dipping it in slowly as your breath caught. "We'll get that outta you. God, I hate a shy woman."

Otis laughed as he eyed you seeing the way you looked flustered. "You're just thinkin of hookers, idiot. But this? Nah, they got an appeal for breakin' em in when they get all shy at just a good fingering."

You tried not to whimper as Foxy firmly massaged your g spot. Bent over to lay nibbling kisses on your shoulder as his beard scratched your skin. "Stop bullshitting us. I can feel your pussy eagerly sucking on my finger. Damn things so greedy, isn't it?" He whispered hot in your ear.

Otis gave you a pointed look and you forced out with teary eyes, "Yes..."

"Does this pussy like cock?"

"...No." You swallowed. Risking saying it to see if it would deter them.

Otis tsked, "Why? You a Les or something?"

You faltered as Foxy rapidly finger fucked you pummeling that spongey tissue on your front wall and just went twice as deep. Past that even. Your thighs twitched but unable to close them as your chest rose and fell. You didn't know how to answer, "N-No." You mumbled trying not to moan as this old man's long fingers reached places yours couldn't and plunged your insides with zero mercy.

"Then what's the problem?" Otis demanded.

Whether a lie to gain sympathy or the truth you stammered out, "V-Virgin...I'm..." You trailed off trying not to moan.

Foxy chuckled and eased up. "Oh really? I think you're lying. This pussy is too damn greedy to not have had cock before."

You furiously shook your head hoping they'd be gentle if you did.

Otis eyed you and bent down to tweak your nipple. "That so?...How about we test that?"

He whispered something in Foxy's ear as Foxy grinned and pulled his finger out. It wasn't as wet as they wanted and you froze at their disappointment.

Otis laughed, "Ha! You can't even get a slut wet, huh?"

"Fuck right off!" Foxy sneered, "She's wet."

"She could be wetter though." Otis mused. Foxy huffed silently agreeing.

You were cautious what they were doing before you craned your neck in a choked gasp as they both latched onto a breast roughly. Foxy used his hands at first and Otis squeezed. All before Foxy bent down to tickle the nipple with his tongue and smirked at your reaction. Otis side eyed before biting his side as you tried not to cry out at the bite. The both used their hands and mouths. Furiously sucking and licking each nipple as if they were starved for it. Almost in competition with each other as you whined. Unable to hold it in. It only last a few shorts moments before Foxy dipped his hand back down and chuckled low in his throat pulling back as Otis flicked his tongue over the cut he made earlier.

"I'll be damned; she's dripping!" Foxy laughed out feeling around your labia.

Otis pulled back smirking, "Well damn aren't you a sensitive lil slut? I don't know, think she's lying to us?"

Foxy shrugged, "I don't know brother. I kinda do but I don't think I've ever seen a chick get so wet from just a few moments of licking her tits."

"True." Otis jerked your chin to look at him mumbling low, "So...You that inexperienced, Mama? A little bit of us sucking your tits has you soaked for us?"

You tried not to cry out the embarrassment and humiliation of it all and nodded. Lie or not. "Yes."

You clenched your teeth at Foxy kneeling to make a long swipe of his tongue over your cunt. All before fluttering his tongue mercilessly over your clit. He moaned a little with a grin as he licked and rolled his tongue over you. Even towards your asshole to rim you a moment as you shuddered. Some licks tickled, some felt good, some way too overstimulating too soon but your eyes lided as he suckled your sensitive clit in his warm wet mouth as your mouth parted in a silent moan you couldn't release for fear of punishment. Beard scratching against your inner and out lips.

Otis scoffed, "You fuckin' asshole, I was gonna do that and now you got yer fuckin' slobbers all over it." He grumbled as Foxy looked amused as he licked your hardening clit.

Foxy pulled back quickly rubbing your clit as you bit your cheek not to make noise. "What? I like licking cat once in a while you ain't the only one and her cunt smelled damn good...Good enough to eat-" He cut off to roughly suck your clit as you tried so so hard not to make a peep like you were told.

You felt your core heat involuntarily and your cunt ache deep inside. You knew you were getting wet and couldn't even control it. You were disgusted with yourself and yet...

Foxy pulled back and turned on the vibrator and barely tickled it along your hard little clit. Vibrating the sensitive buds surface as you whined in protest thighs twitching to move.

"No fucking moving." Otis ordered. "I wanna test that theory. See if you're a used up slut we get to fuck till it's a bigger gapping hole between your legs or a lil sensitive princess we get to train and stretch out."

How the fuck did any of that make sense!? Then again, you were talking to two crazed men. There was no sense but torturing you. You didn't even know if their end goal was to make you cum or to punish you if you did. Just to be safe you tried so hard to ignore the hitachi wand vibrating your clit. Breathing heavily through your nostrils.

Foxy stood up and moved the wand in circles as you closed your eyes and grimaced. Foxy mumbled, "Oh please, as if being a slut matters. We'd just move onto stretching that tight lil asshole if her pussy got too used up."

Otis chuckled and wagged a finger, "That is a true fuckin' statement."

You were barely listening trying to focus on not cumming.

Otis forced you to look at him. "Open your eyes, Mama."

You had to as your teary eyes hooded in pleasure were forced to look into blue eyes that seemed to stare in your soul yet had none of his own. Foxy moved the wand back and force and you had to force yourself not to jerk your hips. You didn't dare beg knowing you'd be punished for it.

"You're gonna be a fuck doll for us. Means no moving, no begging, not a fucking peep outta you." Otis ordered.

That was impossible! Not a sound with a Vibrator on high on your clit!? You bit your lip hard and nodded. At least it wasn't don't cum...Just don't react. Great.

Your thighs spread and tied down. Hands tied behind the chair, body bebt uncomfortably. You realized Otis made it so you could barely even move your hips! You were completely helpless as Foxy tapped your clit with the vibe while grinning, "Look how wet this pussies getting. She might as well be talkin' to me." He gestured to your pussy clenching and unclenching involuntarily...No damn it! No, you weren't gonna cum! You weren't giving them the satisfaction! Foxy made a joking voice, "Please Midnight Wolfman! Please fuck me!" He used his fingers to make your outer lips close and open as a joke as Otis busted out laughing and you were beyond humilated. Shamefully looking away with a tense expression.

"You fuckin' dipshit." Otis laughed out. "Besides..."

Your eyes widened considerably when Otis moved your chair back to lean against the counter. Your pussy angled upward as he undid his coveralls. "If anyone gets to fuck her cunt first; it's me."

Foxy scoffed as Otis got himself out and his half hardened cock in hand. Pubes just as straggly and light as his hair on his head. Precum already leaking from his tip.

"Man, what the fuck?" Foxy demanded like he got cheated in a game. "Why the fuck do you get first dibs, I don't want sloppy seconds."

Otis rolled his eyes smacking the head of his cock against your pussy as your eyes widened and he dipped himself down. Barely entering as the stretch made you tense. You were wet enough but you were so tense you couldn't get your muscles to relax as it hurt and yet you'd rather have the pain then your vaginal canal aching with the need to be filled with how much they teased. His cock was average but fat and with a bulbous head that made you grit your teeth in mild pain. Uncomfortable more than anything.

Otis just flipped Foxy off while gripping your chair with the other hand. "Just keep that vibrator on her...Goddamn, she's so motherfucking tight!" He gritted his teeth as he shoved in and your mouth hung open in a silent yell. A strangled noise sounding from you as you tried to bite it back. Remembering to not make a peep as Otis smirked and roughly plunged in and out of you. Not giving you time to adjust as tears of pain sprung to your eyes mingled with slight pleasure. He straddled the chair, bending his knees to plunge his dick in a downward motion as you felt light headed. Almost a standing mating press.

He was so rough it hurt so much! Knocking the air from your lungs with every thrust. It was hurting your back at this angle in this stupid chair. But...Foxy pressed the Vibrator more firmly and Otis kept viciously plunging his fat cock in and out of the sloppy wet hole you had. Your tense body clenching as you swore he was gonna tear an inner muscle in you as your thighs trembled like a leaf.

"Look at me." Otis demanded. You didn't hear as he slapped your face a bit, "Fucking look at me, bitch."

You did as you were told your face contorting as you heard the smacking sounds of his cock pounding your wet pussy. Whimpering in your throat at how this hurt but also...God your lower abdomen heated up and vision blurry as you tried not to roll your eyes back or shut them. "Ya like that, Mama? Like getting this cunt pounded into? You ain't so innocent now, whore." He hissed out.

You said nothing and Foxy grinned and roughly pinched and pulled a nipple as you cried out but cut it off in a choked sob of stimulation. Unable not to from the surprise burning sensation in your breast, "My brother asked you a question."

"N-Nooo!" You drew out through gritted teeth as that apparently just made Otis chuckle huskily in amusement and pound harder.

"Lying lil bitch." He grunted out. "You fucking love it. Love getting this pussy fucked, Mama? Yeah, you do."

Foxy barely tickled your clit with the vibrator while tweaking your nipples, "Maybe your not as good as you think." He jeered with a cocky smirk to Otis.

Otis grunted in his throat at that i sult as you wanted to curse Foxy for that! It made Otis go harder and faster as breath got knocked out of you with every thrust before you just couldn't take it. Especially with a Vibrator on high on your twitching clit. Your feet curling in the air as they were all you could move anyways.

You cried out in anguish and humiliation. A whiney, "Nnooo... Please!...Ahh!" As you were forced to cum on this disgusting man's cock.

Otis grinned as he urged you, "That's it Mama, cum on this big cock. Cum on my cock, Mama....Shh...That's it...Let it happen. Cum on Daddy's cock." He coaxed as your inner muscles milked him and you violently shook your head with tears at you cumming when you didn't want to. Your body betraying you.

Foxy huffed but smiled, "Baaddd girl. We told you be quiet."

You felt Otis grunt and twitch as his hot seed spilled out and onto your stomach. He did it on purpose as you grimaced at it shooting out to splash a bit on your face too. You were disgusted and humiliated as Otis sighed with a grin and pulled away to adjust himself. Done humiliating and marking his human fuck doll with his cum.

Foxy pulled the vibrator away and your body untensed in relief as you slumped back in the leaning chair. Taking harsh shuddering breaths like you ran a marathon.

You had no time to recover as you heard a fly unzip. Jerking your head down to see Foxy's dick lining up to your entrance. It was longer but slimmer than Otis and a bit more veiny but still had big girth. Foxy wasted no time sliding in as your pussy naturally clenched around the intrusion. "Saving the best for last, baby." Foxy smirked. "Give Daddy some sugar." He whispered as he rubbed your thigh.

Otis rolled his eyes and jerked the vibrator out of Foxy's hand and pressed it to your overstimulated clit as you jerked and groaned. "Ah, ah. Noooo." Otis scolded as he gave a smack to your thigh. "No fucking moving. Don't say anything. APPARENTLY, you're too fuckin' stupid to listen to basic commands so ya know what? Don't even fucking cum. You're a fucking hole and that's it and you're learning it the hard way." Otis ordered as he had no mercy on you and Foxy didn't either as he started thrusting. Grunting a bit as he went deeper than Otis but didn't stretch you as much. Your mouth wide open in a silent cry as your eyes rolled back. Both men watching you.

Foxy chuckled through his grunting, "That's it. Take it, bitch."

Otis grinned sadistically as he really pressed that Vibrator against you. So much that even when your outer nerves on your clit were going numb you felt all those delicious nerve endings behind your labia and clit reaching to your inner nerves to get stimulated. You were breathing in short burst as Foxy was going deep in your pussy. Hurting your cervix.

You almost thought you'd pass out from the pain of having your cervix getting bruised but your body adjusted as Otis rubbed that vibe all around. Smearing wetness on your aching clit.

Your body went from gritting your teeth in pain to rolling your eyes back. It hurt so damn good. A deep itch being scratched as the postion was stimulating around your cervix too. Soo damn deep you could never reach that alone. Your thighs trembled so bad as Otis held onto the chair while Foxy gripped your thighs so tight you knew you'd have bruises.

"Don't you cum, slut. Don't you dare fuckin cum!" Otis ordered as he pleasured your clit and tweaked your nipples before roughly palming your breast. He yanked a nipple then roughly squeezed as it just had your pussy spasming from the assault on your over sensitive, tired body.

Your mouth hung open as it took everything not to make a noise, tears leaking from your eyes as jagged breaths got punched out of you with every thrust Foxy gave. Plunging his cock in as you felt it drag quickly over your slick inner lips.

A choked sob like moan came from you and Otis leveled his knife at your throat.

"Don't do it! You fucking cum, cunt, and I will slit your goddamn throat! Worthless ass bitch."

Foxy grunted louder as he joined in, "That's right. You deserve to get split open like this. 'Virgin' my ass. This shit is taking dick too fucking well. I bet I could have you take 50 dicks in one video shoot and you would looovvee it!" He went from deep thrust to fast as can be shallow ones. Skin slapping repeatedly all you could hear as it hit the area between your cervix and g spot. It almost made a tingling happen from your toes to core as that heat was building and you cried not to. You'd die if you did!

"P-P-Please!" You choked out. "Please I don't want...Don't-"

Otis sneered and sliced the knife over a part of your neck as you silently cried, blood trickling a bit with a sting. "I don't remember giving you permission or asking! What a greedy fucking slut. You done came once and all you can think about is cumming again? Fucking spoiled skank." He grumbled rubbing the high powered vibrator back and forth on your clit smearing your own juices all over the nerves that were almost numb from the stimulation.

Foxy felt your pussy spasming and grunted out, "Shit, she don't listen worth a damn either."

And with a few more powerful thrusts you couldn't contain it! Screaming out as the most violent orgasm you ever had ripped from you to your absolute terror. Foxy and Otis smirked.

"That's it, whore. Get off on my cock."

"Scream for us, Mama! Scream like you're being murdered! Give us a fuckin prelude!"

All while that knife pressed so tight to your throat a bit of stinging on a spot Otis cut. Mid orgasm Foxy came too as you wept. Foxy's cock swelling and twitching slightly as hot cum shot into you. Sobbing as you knew you were gonna die. Humiliated with Otis's cum on your belly and face. Foxy's cum leaking out of you with your own dripping off him. The scent of your pussy on both of them, their scent all over you and you cumming like that's all you were good for. You cried as Foxy pulled out and zipped himself up with a sigh. Otis jerked your chair back to sit as your head tingled from the blood flow coming back but you were sobbing too much to care. That knife to your throat.

"Well...If you were telling the truth, you ain't pure no more, babycakes." Foxy taunted with a smirk. "I didn't see no blood-" He gave in that outdated hymen talk way.

Otis leveled the knife to your throat. "Who says?"

Your lip trembled as that powerful orgasm made you lightheaded but still aware they were gonna kill you.

But...Otis jerked it away. "Wanna keep her for a bit?"

Foxy shrugged, "Fuck it, why not? She has a really creamy hole to fuck. Haven't got off that much in a hot minute."

Otis nodded taking the knife away completely as you looked in relief that soon became betrayal. "You...Tricked me?" You whimpered out in disbelief. Didn't know if you should be grateful or angry.

You expected Otis to hit for talking but he just grinned, "Did we trick you?" He mocked in your whiney voice. "Nah. Just changed my mind. For now."

Foxy laughed, "You came hard too. You a lil risk taker? You like us humilating you. Like your life being in our hands... What a cute lil freak."

You denied it and shook your head.

Foxy chuckled, "Lying ass."

Otis gently moved your chin to look at him running a thumb over your lip as if he gave a shit. "...Ya know what, Pretty Mama? I think we might just take you up on your offer. Get you a nice collar. Let ya be a pet. Tie you up. Fuck and feed ya. And you'll be damn grateful."

"Damn right." Foxy grinned. "Already got ideas for you. Yer gonna be a star, babydoll." He combed a large hand over your hair.

You shivered the idea of being fucked like that again both disgusted yet excited you...God, maybe it was better to not offer yourself at all? What the fuck did you get yourself into?...

"Just hope Baby doesn't fuck her up too much when she sees our new pet. She gets a little overzealous." Otis joked as if you were a thing.

"If she does? Meh. Some motherfuckers like a battered woman on camera. It sells." Foxy chuckled and got his shot gun as they discussed what to do with you.

What the hell did you agree to?