#sb frenzy

[cactus414]

Showdown bandit and others!

[adeadquail]

I started playing fnafSB.

[misty-wolf-draws]

⚠️RUIN DLC SPOILERS⚠️

Do not click "Keep Reading" if you haven't played or watched a playthrough of Ruin

Okay so I was watching the vod of Ranboo's Ruin stream. He managed to find and beat Chica's Feeding Frenzy and as a result, he got Chica's voice box.

To whoever else knows about this, does it work for the Monty Golf game and is there a secret Roxy arcade machine? We could get a new ending if we find all of the parts.

EDIT: When Chica is slumped down in the bathrooms by the salon you can put her voice box back in. Ranboo says he might try to get Monty's legs at some point.

[goddess731]

He's got bills to pay

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Basically, when the PizzaPlex burned down, the entrepreneurs on the island FLOCKED to get whoever was left in the rubble before the authorities came. This included most of the animatronics, including the mimic and Music Man, MXES, Montgomery, etc.

Obviously, they needed security guards, mechanics, even playmates to keep the bots company after hours, Raven being one of them.

He's usually in charge of surveying the daycare, but sometimes he helps out in Roxy's makeup routine.

At first, he enjoyed her gossip, and Sundrop's art sessions, but after seeing how they really act when not around kids, he dreads coming to work. But outside of Freddy and Moondrop's snarky remarks(and his jumpscare pranks) he genuinely enjoys their company.

[lrdvyke]

thinking about it, but despite vyke changing up his loadout three times in his time as tarnished, he never had to respec once. look at him, king of forethought over here

[bionicboxes]

whoo, some of the ArcadeQuest AU designs done! little story summary below:

Freddy and his Companion, a TALKI bot named Gregory, are sent on a mission to find five keys scattered across time and space to stop an ancient evil from destroying these universes. Along the way, they must help the residents of these parallel worlds defeat minions of this great evil in order to obtain the keys needed to fully defeat it.

or at least, that's what they believe. As the 'Glamrock' crew meets odd individuals that tell them of an older evil they once defeated, things start to become hazy, and reality as the believe it to be starts to fall apart. But the evil they face is all too real, and someone really does need their help. History loves to repeat, and its up to the Glamrocks, with guidance from those who experienced said history, to put a stop to it.

ArcadeQuest is based on an AU/Theory idea I had revolving the arcade machines in the game; Said theory being that like Princess Quest frees Vanny from control once completed; the Balloon World, Feeding Frenzy, and Monty Golf arcades were supposed to free their respective animatronics from the Mimic's control early in development for SB before being scrapped. To be clear, that's entirely speculation on my end, just trying to find a practical answer to their odd inclusion.

Each of the Glamrock's worlds are somewhat based on their arcade and/or location in the pizzaplex (especially with Roxy and Freddy whom don't have an arcade).

Its really just for me to have some good fun with all of the animatronics I've come to love over the years. Just about every animatronic will have some sort of appearance, albeit the ones with the most major roles are the SB characters, the FNaF 1 crew, Puppet, Springtrap, and Ennard. Potentially Baby as well, AQ isn't a fully finished AU by any means haha.

[wayward-dreamer]

Far From Innocent - Part 3

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 6,207

Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)

Warnings: Swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, hair pulling, spanking, choking, use of 'slut' and 'whore', unprotected sex (SB pulls out), just a whole lotta smut, okay? lol

A/N: I'm so glad y'all are enjoying this. Just one more part after this one. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney

The next night came around a lot quicker than Y/N had wanted it to.

She spent the day completely distracted at work, everything she needed to do taking twice as long because couldn't’ keep her mind off the fact that America’s golden boy had given her an impossible offer to accept. She told herself she couldn’t do it continuously, throughout the day, and even when she got home. Yes, she was angry with Jim and wanted to confront him, but she wasn’t about to do the same thing in return. She had ignored him all day, having lunch on her own and taking a cab back home at the end of the shift.

The weekend had arrived, and she had to be up early the next day, having already planned dress shopping with her mom. It was yet another reason she couldn’t go running off to the Vought building for the night.

As she sat in bed, book in hand but not retaining any of it, she bit her lip as she looked at the time. It was 8:15pm, and there was still plenty of time to give in and meet Soldier Boy. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her book. It was ridiculous. She was better than this.

But maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was allowed to have one secret for herself. Jim probably had several if yesterday was any indication. Soldier Boy said he knew what she needed.

She knew what she needed, and she wasn’t going to find it with Jim no matter how hard she tried.

Throwing back the covers, she got out of bed and walked over to her closet. She stripped out of her nightie and put on her black, strapless bra and panties, putting them on before she slipped on a black girdle with suspenders. She sat back on her bed, rolling the sheer stockings onto each leg, clicking the suspenders on before she stood up, taking out her favorite black dress. The flowing material was perfect for the summer, the draped neckline turning into a sash at the back of the left shoulder. She stepped into it quickly, looking back in the mirror to make sure she zipped it up properly. She checked her hair, her curls still intact which was thankful for before she applied make-up to her face again. She used her best eyeliner and mascara, completing the look with a dark red lip.

She took out her black purse, ditching the gloves for the night but the sight of the ring on her finger had her stop her frenzy to get ready. The diamond sparkled brightly, reminding her of the commitment she had made by saying yes, but a little voice in the back of her mind also reminded her of what she had seen yesterday. She may not have had the full picture, but it was easy to figure out.

She pulled the ring off and left it on her nightstand, slipping her feet into black heels just as she picked up her purse. Filling it with her necessities, she took one last look in the mirror, a smirk on her face as she flicked the sash around. She made her way out of her room, turned off the light and hurried down the stairs.

With a yell to her parents that she was meeting Jim, she picked up the keys and rushed out the door.

Hailing a cab rather quickly, she gave the driver the address of Vought American, her heart thumping hard against her ribcage as he drove down the busy New York streets. She looked down at her wrist, cursing that she forgot her watch back at home.

“Excuse me, sir, could you tell me what time it is?” she asked, politely.

“8:45, miss,” he replied, glancing at his own watch and looking up at her through the rear-view mirror.

“Thank you.” She sat back against the seat, closing her eyes as she breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down.

Fifteen minutes later, she was staring up at the building as the driver stopped at the curb, willing herself to tell him to turn around and drive her back home. She had come this far, though, and she was going to follow through. Paying the driver, she stepped out of the cab and slammed the door, walking towards the entrance. She kept her head down as she made her way to the elevators, hoping no one recognized her and asked what she was doing there so late. She managed to reach the 40th floor without anyone noticing, and she took a quick glance around as she stepped out of the lift.

Her heart continued to race with every click of her heels against the marble. She walked past her desk along with the secretaries’, turning down the hallway to the heroes’ penthouses. She gulped as she moved past the doors of the other superheroes, hoping that one of them wouldn’t walk out and see her. Not that many of them would care if she was there, but she didn’t need them saying anything to someone else. She finally reached Soldier Boy’s apartment, exhaling as she knocked on the door. A wave of déjà vu came over her as she turned the knob to find it open, but she prayed it wouldn’t be like last time.

She walked in to hear soft jazz playing, a smile spreading across her face at the familiar tune. She looked around the large room, wondering where the man who invited her here was.

“I knew you’d show up,” his voice came from the other side of the room.

Y/N turned, where she found him standing behind the bar, fixing himself a drink. She saw the way his locks fell in front of his eyes, the gathered collar of his suit open and the zip underneath pulled down to expose his clavicle, giving him a much more relaxed look than he usually had. He walked around the bar and over to her, a tumbler in each hand as he stood a few inches from her.

“We never did get to finish that drink together,” he said, handing her a glass.

One side of her mouth pulled up as she took it from him, letting out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

“Fuck, you really are cute,” he chuckled, the timbre deep and husky as his finger tucked under her chin, lifting her face up. “But you’re a lot more than that too, ain’t ya?”

This was a last chance for her to change her mind if she really wanted to. She could put the glass down and walk out, go back home and forget this ever happened, maybe even find a job somewhere else. Or she could embrace all the sinful thoughts she had since that day he had well and truly opened her eyes to the possibility of more; of better.

“I guess you’ll find out soon,” she remarked, lifting her glass.

He smirked, clinking his tumbler against hers. He took a sip of the amber liquid as he marched over to the leather sofa, taking a seat as he placed the glass on the table. A dark green box sat on the table, with the initials “SB” engraved in gold letters on top, which he pulled closer to himself.

“You want anything else with that drink?” he asked, opening the box and turning it towards her.

She sauntered over to him and peered into the box, feeling nervous all over again. She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know what any of it was. There were small amounts, but he probably had every kind of pill and substance in that box. Of course, she didn’t have to partake, but she couldn’t deny her curiosity. She really felt out of her element and once again, for the fiftieth time that night, she thought that she shouldn’t be doing this.

She sipped her drink as she pushed that thought away. If this was only going to be one night like she intended, then there was no need for her to be so on edge.

“I think I’ll hold off,” she stated, bringing her glass to her lips again as she strolled away. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city, taking another sip of the Old Fashioned, as her gaze roamed over the sparkling lights.

He gave her a brief nod before he took out a small round container. Opening it, he tapped a small amount of the white powder onto his fist. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled it quickly, twitching his nose slightly. It repeated the action with his left nostril, leaving the small container out as he sat back, his arm over the top of the sofa. He admired her from the back, his green orbs taking in the shape of her waist.

“It’s quite a view,” she commented, as she turned around and walked back to him.

“Sure is,” he muttered, as he watched her.

Y/N sighed, an amused smile on her lips as she realized they weren’t talking about the same thing. Their eyes locked as he gestured for her to take a seat next to him, noting the way her fingers drummed against the tumbler as she contemplated whether she should.

“I’m not gonna bite, doll,” he assured her, his signature smirk on his face. “Not until you want me to.”

She bit her lip, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge as she slowly moved towards him, sitting on the edge of the couch, facing him. “Maybe I won’t want you to.”

He leaned forward, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it on the table in front of them, the proximity between them much closer than before. His face was an inch away from hers, his green orbs taking in the features of her face.

“Maybe I’ll have to anyway,” he countered.

Y/N let out a shuddered breath and before she even realized it, he had closed the space between them, his lips pressing against hers in a sensual kiss. With what little confidence she had, she pressed into him as she gripped at the fabric of his suit. The kiss deepened as he explored her mouth, a little rougher as his hands found the zipper on her dress. Pulling it down slowly, a low moan from her vibrated against his lips as she felt his fingers brush over the material of the shapewear.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice deep and husky as he pulled away from the kiss. His eyes darkened as she did as she was told, the thought of how easily she did turning him on. “Take it off.”

She sighed softly, allowing her remaining nerves to wash away as she did. She pulled down the top of her dress and removed her arms from the sleeves, pushing the rest of it down her body, the flowing fabric pooling around her feet. Left in her black lingerie, she gulped as she felt exposed under his intense gaze, but she reminded herself of the decision she had made. This was only for tonight. His hands laid on her hips and pulled her forward, looking up at her as they slipped down to her thighs, unclipping the suspenders.

“On your knees, sugar,” he instructed, a smug grin pulling at his lips. “I wanna know what that gorgeous mouth feels like around my cock…”

Slowly, she sank to her knees between his spread legs, allowing him to take her hands and place them on top of the pants of his suit. Her hands shook while pulling the zipper down gently as he took off the top of his suit, throwing it on the floor as he laid back, her eyes roaming over his chest and muscular arms. She pressed her lips together as she opened his pants, her mouth going slack as she caught a glimpse of his cock. He was far bigger than she was used to.

“I uh, I don’t…” she stuttered, as briefly glanced at him but just as quickly looked away. “I’ve never-”

“You kidding? He’s never made you give him head?” he asked, incredulously.

A timid shake of her head was her only response, not trusting her voice in that moment.

“You’ll learn,” he reassured her, winking.

A small smile appeared on her features, quickly morphing into a smirk as she tugged his pants down his thighs, her hands sliding up his exposed skin as she shifted forward. Her fingers brushed over his shaft, a sense of pride filling her as he twitched at her touch. His hand cupped her face, his thumb rubbing over her lips as he pulled her head down. Her tongue slowly licked along the underside of his length, softly taking the tip between her lips. His hands immediately found their way into her hair, a low moan coming from her as she took him further into her mouth.

“Pull back a little,” he instructed.

She drew back slightly, dropping some of her saliva along his shaft before her tongue circled the tip and she sank back down, letting him slide in deeper.

“That’s it, doll,” he husked, lightly tugging at the locks of her hair. “Take a little more, come on…”

She hummed around him as she moved her head back, a soft groan escaping him at the vibration around his cock as her head began to bob back and forth. His head dropped back against the leather, a smirk pulling at his lips just as he felt the drugs taking effect, his grip tightening in her hair and guiding her along his length. She took him deeper into her mouth, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly.

“Relax that throat, sugar,” he advised, his grip getting a little tighter in her hair.

She managed to do what he told her before she shifted up, letting more of her spit drip down his shaft. She continued to work her mouth over him, the erotic noises leaving him causing her to press her legs together.

“Good girl,” he praised her, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “That’s fucking perfect, doll… that mouth’s fucking wasted on that limp dick fiancé of yours.”

That insult towards the man she was meant to be marrying should’ve offended her, but she ignored it, the praise of her skills encouraging her further. A harsh gasp left her as she drew back, her eyes meeting his as her hands wrapped around his cock. She pumped them back and forth, her wrists twisting as they reached the tip, squeezing lightly but enough to make Soldier Boy’s eyes snap shut.

“Shit,” he hissed, his neck straining back as his hands dug into the sofa. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl.”

Soldier Boy sat up, cupping her face in his hands and making her look at him, her hands still sliding up and down his shaft. He stared deep in her eyes, half expecting to glance away but she didn’t. She held his gaze, and he knew that he was right about her. She wasn’t as innocent as he thought.

“All those little shy looks, the stuttered words, the nerves… it’s all just an act, ain’t it, sugar?” he questioned, an almost sinister glint in his eyes, his pupils dilated from the pleasure and drugs coursing through him.

She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness growing as she looked into his eyes. It should’ve scared her, how aroused she felt, but it didn’t. She shook her head, smiling softly at him. “No, sir.”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me,” he growled, his fingers combing through her hair and pulling at the strands, making her focus on him. “Underneath it all, you just wanna be treated like the slut you are, huh?”

“Y-Yes,” she replied, feeling that familiar heat pool deep in her belly as she admitted it.

“That’s right,” he breathed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. “You wanna be a little slut for me?”

She nodded, unable to speak as her hands faltered around his cock. He removed one of his hands from her hair, cupping under her jaw, gripping hard as his fingers pressed into her cheeks. She moaned at his rough hold, but it was more pleasure than pain she was feeling in that moment.

“Tell me,” he ordered, the timbre of his voice deep and gravelly as his gaze shifted down to her hands. “Keep jerking my cock and tell me…”

“I… I want to be a little slut for you,” she muttered through her pursed lips. She couldn’t believe those words were coming out of her mouth, but she had officially thrown all caution to the wind. Her hands continued to stroke him, pumping a little faster.

“Yeah,” he smirked, nodding in approval as he loosened his grip on her jaw. “You wanna be my personal whore, don’t ya?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“Then take my dick back in your slutty little mouth,” he ordered, his thumb flicking her bottom lip.

Y/N bent down, wrapping her lips around his cock once more. The weight of his hands on the back of her head allowed her to sink down, taking him deep as she picked up where she left off. She bobbed her head a little quicker, circling her tongue over the tip every time she came up.

“Fuck, you take my dick so good, doll,” he groaned, once again making her pull back. “I gotta fuck you now…”

Soldier Boy reached down and pulled at the material of her girdle, a gasp escaping her as she heard the loud tear, his hand scrunching the ruined fabric and throwing it away. He quickly removed his boots and pants, his hands moving under her arms as he stood up. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, causing her to squeal as her legs wrapped around him, her shoes slipping off her feet. Her fingers brushed against his beard as she cupped his jaw, leaning in and kissing him, roughly as he carried her across the living space and into his bedroom. One of his hands slid up her back and unclasped her bra, his lips ripping away from hers as he reached the bed and dropped her down, gently. She giggled as she landed with a soft bounce on the mattress, her eyes taking in every moment of his. He flicked her bra away, reaching for her panties and tugging them down, throwing them on the floor as his hands slid over her nylon covered legs.

She felt anxious being so exposed under his intense gaze, his thick fingers roaming over her body, warmth spreading to every part of her at his touch. She watched as they slid down between her legs, her head falling back against the sheets as he stroked two over her folds, no doubt feeling how aroused she was.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he grinned, as he brought his wet fingers to his lips.

A whimper escaped her as she saw him softly suck at them, his green eyes, with wide pupils as a result of the drug in his system, never leaving hers as he slowly removed them from his mouth with a low groan.

“And you taste great too,” he added, placing her left calf against his shoulder, “but we got plenty of time for that later…”

Soldier Boy leaned over her, his arms on either side as he settled between her spread legs. She gasped softly at the angle with her leg hooked over his shoulder, their faces close as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, his hand sliding up and curling under her neck as his thumb rested on her throat. His cock pressed against her sex, sliding between her folds as he teased her, a smirk pulling at his lips when she moaned softly.

“You want my cock, doll?” he asked, his thumb stroking the skin of her neck. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she replied, quickly.

“Tell me,” he ordered, as he applied a little pressure to her throat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you…”

“I-I want… I want you to fuck me,” she started, but her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.

“Louder.”

His gruff timbre had her flinch slightly, but she felt a heat settle deep in her stomach at the tone. He continued to tease her, the tip of his cock entering her briefly before he moved back, repeating the action several times as she tried to shift her hips and get closer to him.

“I want you to fuck me,” she repeated more clearly, staring up at him.

“That’s right,” he husked. “Tell me to fuck you deep and hard like a slut.”

“Fuck me deep and hard… like a slut,” she said, her breath hitching as the words still felt unlike her, but he was bringing out a side of her she never thought was possible.

Y/N’s hips squirmed, her patience beginning to wear thin as he continued to torture her. A wicked glint in eye accompanied the smirk on his lips as he pushed into her a little more, drawing back with a sickening chuckle.

“Beg me,” he commanded, slightly squeezing down on her neck enough for her to gasp in surprise.

“P-Please,” she squeaked out, her eyes locked on his. “Please fuck me, sir, I want–I need it, please.”

Just as the words left her mouth, Soldier Boy thrust into her in one fluid motion. He didn’t waste any more time, the roll of his hips against her long but hard, feeling every ridge as his cock slid deep inside her. A loud moan fell from her lips as she felt her walls contract to accommodate him, his length and his girth bringing a small smile to her face as she had never experienced anything like it until now.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good, doll,” he groaned, gripping her thigh that rested against him. “So fucking tight, perfect around my dick…”

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, wantonly as her eyes squeezed shut.

“Tell me how good it feels, sugar,” he breathed, his hand adjusting around her neck to press down a little more.

She gasped, her lust-filled eyes snapping open as they met his. “F-Feels so good, so fucking good…”

His hand pressed down a little harder on her throat, his super strength causing to gasp for air, her gaze unwavering as she looked into his eyes, panting. He picked up the pace, his hips undulating as they smacked against her, his shaft moving deeper within her, a rasping moan escaping her as he pressed against that little spot inside her that her friends had once said could drive you absolutely crazy. She thought they were just fabricating for the sake of an interesting story, but they clearly weren’t.

“Ah, you like being choked, huh?” He loosened his hand briefly, before he squeezed once more, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat as she whimpered. “Such a perfect fucking slut.”

She didn’t think it was possible to feel this way, so completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. Heat had spread to every part of her body, feeling a tingling sensation over her skin as he continued to deliver hard strokes into her.

“Your pussy’s taking my cock so fucking good, doll,” he growled, his fingers pressing harder into her thigh, just as his other hand continued the firm grasp on her neck. “I can feel how close you are, can’t wait to see you cum.”

She frowned, the muscles of her lower stomach tightened as her breathing became shallower, quicker as the unfamiliar feeling started. It was as if something simmering, building, ready to snap. His hips were unrelenting, and she could feel her inner walls clench around his length as he continued to thrust into her.

“Fuck, I-I…” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think clearly. “I feel-”

Soldier Boy grinned down at her as he removed his hand from her thigh, moving between her legs. His fingers circled over the bundle of nerves, his other hand pressing down on her throat as he moved them faster, in time with the rhythm of his hips.

“Oh my god,” she choked, her eyes widened as she stared up at him.

“That’s it, sugar, just go with it,” he muttered, his green orbs never leaving hers. “Want you to cum hard, fucking soak my dick…”

With a few more thrusts along with his fingers on her clit, a string of breathy moans escaped her as the dam broke, her slick covering his shaft. She gasped harshly as his hand loosened, her eyes fluttering closed as she turned her head into the mattress, breathing deeply as she tried to come down from the euphoric high he had helped her experience.

“Fuck, that sure was something,” he rasped, smirking down at her.

Y/N’s eyes remained closed as she felt him pull out of her and place her leg on the mattress, unable to respond to his words in any way, totally overcome from what had just happened as she tried to calm herself down. She slowly opened her lids, her vision focusing on the similar walls from the living area, the amber lighting of the room giving it a warm glow. Her fingers smoothed over the dark green, velvet comforter as she sat up, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw no sign of Soldier Boy. A small smile tugged at her mouth as she saw him walking in from the living room a moment later, a bottle of Bourbon in one hand and the small container in the other. She bit her lip as her eyes roamed down his approaching form, taking in every part of the God that he was.

He smirked down at her as he pulled the cap off the Bourbon, placing the bottle to his lips and taking a large swig. He handed it to her and watched as she did the same, his eyebrow raised in approval at the fact that she didn’t flinch at the burn she no doubt would’ve felt from that amount of alcohol. Her eyes followed his movements as she placed the cap back on, observing the way he tapped the coke into a line on his fist and brought it to his nose, snorting it quickly. He did the same with the other side of his nose, their eyes meeting as he paused closing the box, a silent question to her.

“I should really go,” she stated, her smile faltering as she looked away.

She knew she couldn’t stay any longer, having decided it was only going to be a one night deal before she even got there. She couldn’t deny her curiosity; she wanted to know what it would feel like, but if she stayed then she might never leave, and this wasn’t a place for someone like her. As much as she wanted to be anyone but her usual self for the night, she knew the fantasy had to be over some time.

“Well, you don’t have to stay, sugar,” he countered, as he cupped her jaw and made her look up at him. “But I’m not even close to being done fucking you.”

She stared deep into his eyes, biting her lip as she felt the heat building again, her walls clenching around nothing as she contemplated what he just said. She had already gone against some of her morals, what was a few more?

“I think I’m done holding off,” she said, nodding towards the container in his hand.

He wiggled his eyebrows as he tapped a smaller amount onto his fist for her, holding it close to her face. She held his wrist steady, leaning in and inhaling it just as she had observed. She felt a slight discomfort as she pinched her nose, placing her head back as she sniffed, clearing her throat. He took out the same amount again, and she snorted it from the left side, wiping under her nose once she was done. She looked up at him, squealing as he pressed his lips to hers, in a rough, searing kiss. They explored each other’s mouths, a soft gasp escaping her as he nipped at her bottom lip.

“Is that all you got?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as the words fanned against his mouth.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered, a borderline sinister chuckle leaving him as he pulled the bottle out of her grasp. He placed it on the nightstand before he turned back to her, his fierce gaze on her. “You have no fucking idea what you signed up for the minute you walked through my door.”

She felt butterflies in her belly at the way he finally said her name, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it. He grabbed her by her ankles, dragging her down slightly before he flipped her over, a squeak falling from her lips as she laid on her stomach. His hands drifted down the smooth skin of her back, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he pulled her up onto her knees. She breathed heavily as she waited to see what he did next, a feeling somewhere between arousal and fear stirring within her. Suddenly, a hard strike of his hand against the right globe of her ass caused her to yelp, her eyes widening at the warm sensation on her flesh. She glanced back at him, biting her lip as she saw the smirk that pulled at his lips as he struck her again, in the same spot but harder this time.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her forehead pressed into the sheets.

He watched as she panted, her focus distracted by the sting she was feeling as he moved behind her. He briefly pumped his hand over his shaft, lining up to her entrance before he pushed in, a long, rasping moan escaping her. Much like before, he didn’t waste time as he set a hard and fast pace, his hips smacking against the curve of her ass as he pounded into her. His fingers dug into her flesh, no doubt leaving marks that would show up in the morning, as hers gripped the sheets tight. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned wantonly, feeling the bed shake from the force of his movement. His thrusts were brutal, practically animalistic as he growled, lifting his hand and bringing it down against her ass once more. 

“Shit,” she hissed, her teeth grazing at the skin of her knuckles, trying to keep herself from losing it.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, as he leaned over her, his hand slipping into her hair.

A pleasured hum left her as he pulled her up by the strands, her back pressed into his sweat soaked chest as he held her close. He tugged at her hair, making her whimper at the small twinge of pain before his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers pulling her nipple into a stiff bud. She could feel the drug beginning to take effect too, only heightening everything she was feeling in that moment.

He grinned at the way her head fell back against his shoulder, giving him room to nuzzle his nose against her skin, baring his teeth and sinking them into her flesh. She cried out, her hand moving up and curling around his neck, gripping the shorter locks at the base of his skull. The bite was hard, adding to the pleasure she was already overwhelmed by. Her mind wandered back for a fleeting moment to when she saw him with his assistant in this very same position, and how she hoped to someday be in her shoes. And now here she was. She couldn’t really believe that karma was finally on her side.

“Fuck, you really are a perfect slut,” he grunted, his lips close to her ear as he spoke. “A good little whore, just for me… maybe I should keep you around…”

A shrieking moan left her lips at his words, his hand sliding down her body to the swollen nub, his fingers circling it as he continued to thrust into her, harder and faster as he felt himself getting closer to his release. Her walls clenched around him repeatedly, and he knew she was near her peak too.

“You’re gonna fucking cum for me again, ain’t ya, doll?” he asked, a snicker leaving him as she nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah, you are. You’re gonna soak my cock again, and then I’m gonna cum all over these gorgeous tits of yours, leave my mark…”

Y/N felt the familiar pull low in her stomach, her walls contracting around him as she got closer and closer to her release. The rhythm of his hips faltered slightly, and with a few more thrusts, a loud, wanton moan escaped her as she reached the edge, her wetness coating his shaft as her second orgasm of the night more intense than the first. Her body convulsed as he still held her close, a wicked grin on his face as he pounded his hips and worked his fingers harder before she could even start to come down from the high. Her eyes widened as her euphoria built up again, feeling another release approaching as she shuddered against him, tugging at his hair.

“Oh god, I-” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think straight.

“Come on, doll, want you to cum again, I know you got another in you…” he growled, smirking.

Just as the words left his mouth, her second orgasm rolled into the next, her walls clenched tight once more as her vision turned blinding white behind her closed lids. An unrestrained, debauched shriek ripped from her throat as she came harder than she had previously that night. A string of small whimpers left her as he grunted, gaining closer to the edge. He quickly pulled out of her, pushing her down on the bed and flipping her onto her back, his hand wrapped around his cock as he moved over her. He pumped his shaft, groaning as he felt himself throb in his hand, her lust-blown eyes watching him intently.

“Oh, fuck, fuckkk,” he growled, as he worked his hand faster.

He threw his head back as a roaring moan escaped him, stroking himself harder as his release hit him, long spurts of his seed covering her breasts, causing her to moan softly at warmth of it against her skin. He hung his head as he breathed heavily, shifting off of her before he fell back on the bed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. He leaned over to the nightstand, opening the top drawer and taking out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He placed one in his mouth as he laid back down, flicking the lighter and bringing the small flame to the other end. He took a drag before he pulled it away, blowing out a large puff.

Y/N breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to come down from the complete bliss she was feeling. She closed her eyes briefly, relishing in the aftermath of the vigorous attention he paid her. He had brought to the peak of pleasure three times in such a short amount of time, something that her fiancé never would’ve been able to comprehend. Soldier Boy had made her feel things she never thought possible, and she knew she’d never be quite the same again.

Opening her eyes, she turned her head towards him, her gaze on the embers at the edge of the cigarette as he took a pull from the filter. She pulled one edge of the sheets up and wiped her chest, hissing slightly at the ache in her limbs as she held her head up on her hand, taking the smoke from between his fingers. He watched as she brought it to her mouth, taking a long drag as their eyes met, her lips pursed as she blew the smoke out. She shifted closer to him, her hand resting on his chest as they stared at each other, his green eyes unflinching as small clumps of ash fell on his skin.

“Are you done with me yet?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow as she challenged him.

He tilted his head towards the cigarette still between her fingers, taking a pull from it as she held it to his mouth. He rounded his lips and blew out small rings, her finger poking each of them and making them disappear. He smirked as he gazed at her, seeing how wide her pupils were from the coke in her system.

“No fucking way,” he replied, grabbing her behind her head and pulling her down, his lips searing against hers in a rough, passionate kiss.

She moaned against his lips, happy with that response, because there was no fucking way she was done with him, either.

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[star-going-supernova]

I think it was probably inevitable that I'd write Gregory's side of the role swap, even if I hadn't gotten any interest for it, lol. The general idea is that Cassie was the protag in SB (here’s her ficlet) and now Gregory’s the protag in Ruin. And, well. We’re just putting each kid into the other’s events, and my favorite Gregory is a violent little gremlin, so… :) 

title is a spin on the phrase “survival of the fittest” 

Survival of the Vicious

The Roxy walkie-talkie slid out of the shadows to Gregory’s feet, and the glowing red eyes slowly rose up higher off the ground. “I-I’m Cassie,” Cassie’s staticky voice said. It was garbled, mechanical. “I’m Cassie.” 

It was insistent, forceful. Like it was trying to convince itself as much as Gregory. He wasn’t impressed. 

The robot lumbered forward with heavy footsteps, already reaching out for him when it stepped into the light. Its claws were sharp. 

Unfortunately for it, Gregory’s were sharper. 

He’d collected quite the arsenal on his twisting trip down here. And most of it had stood up to all the other robots who had the misfortunate to get in his way. 

He wasn’t sure what the wicked-sharp, two-pronged piece of metal had been part of before it became a piece of scrap, but it punctured straight through the robot’s chest like a hot knife through butter. 

The stupid thing probably hadn’t expected him to leap at it with a feral little cackle. It reeled back, sparks flying from its chest, with a chorus of scratchy beeps. Gregory’s adrenaline had been running high for the past few hours, and he was positively chomping at the bit to find something to take it out on. 

He went for the more vulnerable of the two knees next, a simple ball joint with no protective casing whatsoever. Idiot. Using his heavy metal weapon like a baseball bat, he swung with all his strength. The jolt up his arms was so satisfying. 

The robot screeched and stumbled, swiping at him with no skill and barely any aim. It didn’t even do it with its claw-tipped hand, so the single finger that skidded across Gregory’s forehead was nothing but a rounded pipe cap. 

Gregory swung for the knee again for the fun of it, denting it sideways and completely destroying its ability to bend. Then, just to add insult to injury, he grabbed a handful of the wires and cables running from the knee to the ankle and yanked. 

That made the robot loseabsolutely all ability to put any weight on its left leg, and it went down with a resounding clang. It grabbed him and dragged him to the ground with it, too stupid to realize it should be pushing the vicious human child away from its prone body. 

Gregory had no complaints with this turn of events. He raised his weapon, prongs pointing down and drove it into the spine-esque hydraulic system jutting between its chest and pelvis. 

A horrible chorus of human screams—Cassie’s among them—rose up out of the thing’s voice box. It managed to do something defensive and jabbed its sharp fingertips into Gregory’s side. 

The pain wasn’t nearly enough to snuff out his rage and bloodthirstiness. He kicked the other arm away before it could wrap around his neck, and then he dropped his weapon for a moment to grab the wrist at his side and wrench it around until something snapped. 

“Where’d you get her voice, you freak?” Gregory roared, straddling the robot. “If you hurt Cassie—!” 

“I-I’m Cassie!” 

Gregory swiped up his weapon and drove it downward again, this time pinning its segmented neck between the prongs, which sank heavily into a crack in the concrete. It smacked at him, yelling in his best friend’s glitchy voice. 

He ripped at the monster in a frenzy, pulling at the exposed wires in its chest and around its mouth, yanking out the flimsy metal tabs that made up its grotesquely exposed teeth. He snapped the lower jaw piece off entirely, and when that didn’t shut it up, Gregory reached into his pocket and pulled out the switchblade he swiped from some employee’s locker. 

The left eyeball shattered beneath the sharp point, and both the robot’s hands raised to wrestle him off or shove him away. He dug his sneakers beneath the sturdy beam of its spine for an anchor, holding on for dear life as it scratched and bruised him with its inhuman strength. He shattered the other eye, then shoved the switchblade deep into its sockets and thrashed it around. A flash of wires beneath the facsimile of the bridge of its nonexistent nose caught his attention, and he thrust the knife in there next, doing his level best to lobotomize the monster. 

Its whole body seized and spasmed, the arms flailing and cracking against the ground. Leaning up on his knees, Gregory let out a war cry as he threw his whole weight on the end of his metal weapon, forcing the prongs deeper into the crack they were lodged in until, with a final, resounding snap, the robot’s neck was severed. 

It went limp. 

Chest heaving, Gregory stayed where he was for a minute. It didn’t so much as twitch. Not even the faintest whir of life came from its core. 

He stood. Glaring down at it, he tucked his switchblade back in his pocket. 

The side of his stomach stung where it had first stabbed him, his shirt gone bloody (again), and there were some shallow scratches along his right arm and shoulder and face where it had swiped at him after he pinned it. Faint aches littered his body, but it hadn’t landed any significant blow on him. Nothing like what he’d done to it. 

Gregory grinned to himself over a job well done. There was just one problem: he still didn’t know where Cassie was. Best case scenario, she was at her house totally okay and unaware that Gregory had been summoned to the pizzaplex on her behalf. 

Worse case—the robot learned her screams from the source. 

He wrenched his trusty metal weapon from the concrete floor and turned away to go back the way he’d come. He’d search the entire ruins of the pizzaplex to find Cassie if he had to.   

[arthrobug]

Okay so it might be nothing or just a fun lil world building thing but the exact same streamer just finished and beat Chica's Feeding Frenzy, but the scores are the exact same

I'm watching another streamer play RUIN and they showed the Monty's Gator Golf minigame, but after they beat it, there's a score list with initials. I immediately thought "what if those initials correlate to actual characters?"

My ideas for the first four are:

FF - Freddy Fazbear

MG - Montgomery Gator

CC - Chica Chicken

RW - Roxanne Wolf

I don't have an idea (yet) of who the others could be, and these guesses could be completely wrong! But it's just a fun thing I noticed

[puhpandas]

How do you imagine Gregory being like when he’s older

i think when the pizzaplex and all that stuff starts feeling like its actually behind them and theyre moving on hed almost enter a frenzy of 'i have to be normal'. not that he thinks hes weird in like a social status way, but as in he sees how kids his age act on tv and what they experience with high school and drama and growing up and he wants that. he like starts trying super hard to do stuff he normally probably wouldnt even like but he thinks he should and wants the experience because thats what kids his age are SUPPOSED to do. i think once hes older like late teens he kinda gives up on it but kinda because he achieves it. like he does mellow out and become more 'normal' because he & vanessa & freddy have been able to move on and lead normal happy lives so it comes naturally. when hes a kid its a frenzy to make up for lost time but when hes older hes fulfilled bc the lost time was refilled

his art also improves to look like the SB ending comics. i think cassies line in ruin about liking gregorys art and thinking he should be a comic book artist is so sweet so i think hed do that, like freelance art or try to get hired somewhere

also he barely grows in like 7 years he only grows like 3 inches he stays eternally small forever

[katebeckets]

tagged by beautiful @lucy-mclean to share five favorite songs at the moment! <3

There It Goes by Maisie Peters Absolutely obsessed with the bridge. And generally speaking I've been listening to basically all her music lately. Free Now by Gracie Abrams Definitely my most listened to song off The Secret of Us, but generally listening to the whole album too <3 Satellite Call by Sara Bareilles This isn't a new favorite, but I think about it all the time. Also just been generally listening to more SB lately <3 I Know the Truth by Idina Menzel I've been revisiting soooo much Idina to prepare for her CONCERT (!!!!) and this is one of my all time favorites. It's such an old recording but she sings so beautifully and I just love it. Silent War by A Fine Frenzy I've had this album for years but just recently found out about this track???? And it's very me.

tagging: @sharpesjoy @hart-kinsella @useragarfield @jemmaasimmons @coldasyou and everyone who reads this <3 (will forever be complaining about not being able to tag more people, ily all I promise)

(I also think someone else tagged me to do this months ago and I can't remember who at the moment, I'm sorry 😭)

[hellonerf]

How do you see/interpret his relationships with England and France? Ik you're into caname but what about usuk and frus? Or just their general relationships.. 🤔🤔

the other ask is sending me to a frenzy and i have to draw up something quick for it so im answrring this first. in the context of face family i only really like it when theyre rly dysfunctional bcz i cant see it another way and in there eng and ame are like... crazy estranged father son mother daughter mentor etc whatever but now theyre chill 👍 when u rly had beef with ur caretaker but now ur like chill about it yk 👍 take him out for beer 👍. with france its a less intense i think like theyve had scuffles theyve had connection theyre chill really 🤷 thanks for the help old man... like that. friendship wise frus theyre like simultaneously 💭wow... his taste sucks... but i wont tell him that. all three of them lowkey find each other annoying but theyre chill ish (fruk less so. theyre not chill about it). eng and ame think the others dumb or annoying or stupid but theyre the only people on their pprivs i keep saying this but i think its the best way to describe it. two badgers in a hole. i really hate oomf but i wont sb him bcz i dont trust my other oomfs also he might finally make that callout post (like this)

[kurticus]

My thoughts on Yamato's gender.

Feel free to skip. I know this topic gets old.

I have spent months thinking about Yamato and the controversy around his gender. And my conclusion is that this is the most fascinating example of "death of the author" I have ever seen.

It is clear to me that Oda did not intentionally write Yamato as a trans character. Between awkward phrasings in his introduction, the narrator's comments, and the SBS, I believe that Yamato's relationship with gender was supposed to be a gag. Every character in One Piece has multiple layers of jokes baked in. And sometimes those gags don't translate well. I think the intention was to have Yamato and Kiku be in contrast to each other. Kiku being the trans character that everyone respects and Yamato being the gag that confuses and delights. For example this is why in the bath scene, no one makes special note of Kiku's choice of bath. But everyone reacts to Yamato.

But here is where the death of the author comes in. If I may do a little "taxidermy of the author", I believe that Oda made this character and this arc without understanding the idea of a trans person not choosing to present their gender. Oda is fairly progressive in most of his writings of LGBT+ characters, but I don't think it is a stretch to say he has not always hit the mark. So the result is a character that in universe reads as trans. Without the context of the SBS or the broader references the character has to historical people, the English version of Yamato just is trans.

It is wild to me, outside the debate of Yamato himself, how much translation, culture, differences in philosophy of gender, and just simple intent of the author can change a story. How much of our libraries do we as modern audiences read entirely different than the author expected? How much does culture changes over time change how we interreact with media?

In the end though, a work of fiction is judged by its contents more than its author's intent. I don't think either interpretation of Yamato are wrong explicitly. But any interpretation that sends the neckbeards into a frenzy gets bonus points from me.

[randomfandomarts]

I wrote a lil' fnaf sb story with glamrock freddy because i was bored... I'm not the best at writing....

Hope you like!

Soft Glamrock Freddy with a little girl fic!

The Mega Pizzaplex was busier than usual, bursting with lights and sounds, everyone around seemed to add to its frenzied theme. The numerous children laughing and running around, Music and bright lights blasting from every corner, and the smell of zesty pizza sauce and sugared fizzy sodas flooded the dining area, with the Glamrocks walking around the mall greeting the children.

From a distance, Vanessa could hear their metal footsteps walking around. She stood in silence, leaning against the wall. Her head was aching, and she seemed unsettled. She looked up and noticed Glitchtrap, leaning on one of the dining chairs. "Quite a frantic day, isn't it?" Vanessa turned around and closed her eyes shut. She placed her hands on her lowered head, trying to ignore him inside. His glitched voice resonated inside her. "Some poor child must be lost in all this excitement…How TERRIBLE!" His glitched laughter rang through her mind. His laughter slowly faded. "You know what to do." She opened her eyes and straightened her back. Without reluctance or emotion, she headed to her security office.

Chica placed a plate of pizza on a dining table for a family and strolled over to Freddy. Freddy was giving hugs and greeting kids near the dining area. "Freddy, Officer Vanessa says it's your turn to check security in the utility tunnels. You'd better go before she gets upset." Chica said uneasily. She headed back to the kitchen. "Yes, I will go right now.." He gently placed a small boy he was carrying down and walked downstairs to the utility tunnels.

Underground, a small girl was lost in the utility tunnels. She had lost her mother traversing through the packed pizzaplex. Now, she wandered around in hopes of finding her mother again. But her wandering had led her somewhere she didn't know. She grasped her Glamrock Freddy plush close to her. She kept walking in hopes of finding an exit. Around the corner, Vanessa stood, in her Vanny costume holding her mask, waiting to make her move. Her sharp purple eyes fixed on the girl. She heard Glitchtrap's laugh slowly fading in. "You know what to do, Vanny…" She adjusted her mask and walked towards the girl.

The little girl's eyes quickly met Vanny's. Vanny slowly strolled closer to her. The little girl backed up a bit. "Are you lost?" Vanny's half-glitched voice echoed through the tunnels. The poor girl sniffed and started to tremble. Vanny's red eyes stared at her. The little girl finally found her voice and answered. "Y-Yes…I-I lost my mother…" her voice was shaky, and fear from Vanny's appearance struck her. "I-I can't find her, and I-I don't know where I am…" Vanny slowly slanted her head. "I know where your mother is…Let me take you to her…" She said slowly. The girl was hesitant, but slowly, she reached out her arm. Vanny opened her hand. Behind Vanny's other hand was her knife, ready to strike the girl when she had her grasp. The girl was ready to place her hand in when…

Metal footsteps rang throughout the utility tunnels. Vanny could hear someone was coming. Quick as a second, Vanny tightly grasped the girl's arm and pulled her close, ready to strike. The girl tried to pull away but to no use. The sound was close, and she didn't have enough time. Vanny released the girl's arm and darted past her and slipped away into the darkness. The little girl, shocked by what happened, started sobbing quietly. Freddy stopped for a moment. His ears perked and listened to the soft breathing and quiet sobbing. "Hello? Is someone there?" The little girl quieted her sobbing. She quietly hid behind one of the boxes. Freddy slowly searched around to see where the crying was coming from. His glowing eyes scanned the place. He hauled a few boxes about and found the little girl quivering.

"Oh, you poor thing, are you all right?" Freddy kneeled next to her. The poor girl was trembling and was too afraid to look up. Freddy sensed her fear and attempted a softer approach. "Are you lost, sweetheart?" He asked in a soft voice. She finally looked up at him. Freddy lovingly gazed over her tear-stained face. "Sniff, I-I got lost looking for my mother, I don't know where I am…" She took a breath and continued. "Th-There was a bunny lady saying she was going to take me to my mother, b-but when you came she ran away…" She pointed to where Vanny ran off. "Hm…Do not worry, superstar. I will help you find your mother." The little girl rubbed her eyes. "Promise?" "Promise." Freddy opened his hand. The girl placed her hand in his. Gently, Freddy lifted the girl and carried her in his arms. The girl cuddles close to Freddy and her plush. "Come, let us find your mother."

[duckapus]

(While searching for Frenzy and the Code ball, Shantae and Sora are confronted by a familiar foe...)

Squid Baron: Not so fast, Shantae! If you and your friend want the Source Code, you'll have to get through me!

Shantae: Squid Baron!? Why are you working with the Union?

SB: Ever since you met those other Avatars, I haven't been getting any focus in your adventures! It was this or coming up with an Arc of my own!

SB: Plus, the pay's good.

Shantae: You're getting PAID for this!?

Shantae: ...How good?

Sora: Shantae...

Shantae: What, I'm just asking!

[chipistrate]

In your Balloon Circus Story, would BB World return? I think it would be cool to see BB World actually coming back in newer games, the way Princess Quest came back in SB but just in case that's not what happens I'll settle for hearing what your awesome AU would do with it :D

I 100% WANT IT TOO!!

The theming is PERFECT for its return, and also 2 me it's a pretty important game since I like to believe that it's basically Gregorys Princess Quest, that being the game that set him free from the virus- or on the flipside, being the game that introduced him to the virus.

I'd love too add it to the plot somehow- make it important to the story. Buuuut I haven't found a way to do that yet,,, so for now it's one of the arcade games you can find down in the area where Faz Ent dumped the Pizzaplex stuff- a mysterious game that surprisingly still works, despite not being plugged in for years now.

I want to do more with it- maybe make it part of Cassie's plotline, with all the clown/balloon theming and all- maybe it somehow helps set her free from the Mimic. But for now, it's just another mystery below the circus.

If/when I figure out what to do with it there's a good chance I'll reveal it pretty soon after because I love BB World soso much I would be incapable of keeping my mouth shut if it became super plot relevant in Balloon Circus LMAO

Also thank you!! I'm glad you like my AU :D

And I also would LOVE to see Balloon Boy World return in later games- seeing how important Princess Quest ended up being is just- Like- the whole arcade conspiracy- Balloon Boy World mysteriously disappearing and ending up in the DA's room without anyone(besides the arcade conspiracy guy) finding it, and the whole glitched out area/ending with Eclipse and it saying "good night" before the game closes, and in Ruin having the roof in the DA's room turn into Eclipse with the corrupted sky when in VR mode. Chica's Feeding Frenzy being said to stay on even after being unplugged and the workers having doubts that the residual charge could last so long, and then having it give you Chica's voice box when beaten in Ruin, and then using said voice box to fix Chica. And EVERYTHING ABOUT PRINCESS QUEST!!!! Not to mention GGY putting such a heavy focus on arcade machines- and the logs talking about someone sneaking in and playing the arcade conspiracy games and then us literally NEVER learning who that was???

It's all soso interesting there's SO much we don't know about the arcade conspiracy that I'm DYING to learn more about and I SO hope they get explained soon- seeing it be brought up again in a future game would be a dream come true,,

Of course I have my own interpretations and theories, but there's obviously something being planned here- there's so much set up and so far we've seen no pay off and I NEED to know what's going on!!!! Especially with BB World cause that game has like the LEAST explanation out of the three- we get the whole glitch world and "good night" ending and the roof in VR mode but we don't get anything from the game itself like with CFF and it doesn't do anything major like the PQ ending, but we still have to go on a scavenger hunt to find it- and we can't even play it in Ruin, but it has a weird glitch effect coming out of the screen- like BB World is so mysterious and it and PQ are the games I need an explanation for the most There's just so many questions left unanswered and they plague my mind almost constantly I'm banging on Steel Wools doors and begging for answers I NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING,,,,,,