Warnings: NSFW, toxic dynamic, public play, recording, rough sex, sex as a punishment, dom/sub, jealous Vox, hate/angry sex, electrocution, electrical burns, cucking, Angel Dust mention, Valentino is his own warning
Characters: Valentino, Vox, fem reader
Word Count: 220 words
Okay okay so. This relationship is toxic. I mean it's Valentino and Vox. Anytime one of them is pissed at the other (common occurrence), it's you that suffers the most. Both of these men are very large too. Although Vox is less girthy but longer than Valentino
Any time Valentino is pissed, it includes throwing and drinking and wanting to kill so many sinners that it makes you shudder. Valentino likes that and soon you're in his bed, his cock buried in your cunt
Valentino is rough but Vox is rougher
Vox gets jealous when Valentino spends time with you and so anytime he sees you and Valentino fuck, he'll call you into his office. Bend you over his desk and fuck your pussy with his cock. Specifically, he'll insist that all he wants is a simple fuck but it's clear by the time he starts fucking you that it's a punishment
Vox loves electrocuting you and he gets super into it too. Any electrical burns get worshipped
Valentino meanwhile loves recording you, especially with Angel Dust involved. And public play. He LOVES public play
Anytime Valentino sees you and Vox sleep together, he just tries to join and if he can't join then Valentino ends up in the cuck chair
Warnings: mention of CNC, mention of hypno, Valentino mention, dirty talk, no mention of fem or masc body parts
Characters: Vox, gn reader
Word Count: .3k
“Are you sure?”
The question seemed concerned but the demon never even looked up from his screens, one brow raised in question despite the almost bored look that graced his screen. His face. The bright glow matched with those unnerving red eyes really put you on edge sometimes.
You didn't let that happen this time.
“Val gave me the idea. It could be…” You gestured your hands, looking for the right word, yet the Media Overlord startled you with an amused scoff.
“Val?” He questioned, almost derisively.
Your face was absent of any amusement that graced your boyfriend's.
“Yes, Vox.” You insisted, “Val can be very insightful.”
Vox finally looked up, leaning back in his chair with a large, toothy grin yet he had yet to speak much until you finished your compliment of the Moth Demon. “Right.” Vox remarked, “Insightful.” His eyes finally scanned you for the first time of the day, “Of course, of course. Valentino would be insightful about these matters.”
You shot a glare, “Vox, don't be mean. Val can be nice.”
“Not to his whores.” Vox persisted.
You huffed, “Back to the point, yes, Vox. I'm sure.”
“Fine.” Vox hummed, leaning his head in his clawed hand, “What's the point? You'll hardly remember how it feels.”
Exasperated and freshly annoyed, you shook your head, “That isn't the point. I just want to know that you-”
As he stood, Vox cut you off, “That I what, sunshine? Took you? Didn't give you a way out? A choice? Treated you like less than the dirt under my fucking feet?”
You shyly ducked your head, causing the VoxTek CEO to bark out a short, cruel laugh before scolding you with a light, “ah ah ah.” Vox made quick work of walking across his office to your small desk, grabbing your face in his clawed hand and forcing you to look in his eyes.
“You wanted this.” He stated, “I won't fucking be gentle, pet, just because you won't remember how it feels when I spread your legs open and fuck that tight hole until you scream.”
His eyes began to spark, swirling yet he hadn't yet hypnotized you. He pushed your face away as you stammered, turning and walking back to his desk.
“Tonight, then, I'll hypnotize you and make you cream with my cock inside you, sunshine.”
Warnings: infidelity, child death, Willcare, alcoholic!William, power imbalance
Characters: William Afton, gn!reader
A/N: I'm on the Willcare train of thought BIG TIME. I had yet to really write an x reader with him so
William sat at his desk in his office, pale blue eyes like the color of ice on the paperwork in front of him. Lawsuits, namely, his restaurant was failing. His marriage was failing. He was tired. The man reached up to his face, pushing his bangs out of his face. His face was a mop of wavy, thick brown almost-curls with several grey streaks through the mess.
Normally he was put together, well dressed, and effortlessly charming. However, in this office, its walls a drab grey with little decoration minus a bookshelf of primarily business and engineering textbooks; law books, he was a mess. William still had to handle the lawsuits. Another parent upset at what happened, there seemed to be many of those.
Henry should be here instead, William bitterly thought.
William looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, but the business beckoned. He leaned forward, too many parents were complaining about his son, about Fredbear. How they "always knew" his establishment was creepy and unsafe. It was lies. He was tired. Those icy blue eyes dropping from the paperwork to the top, left drawer in his desk. William considered it, the sweet reward that existed within the confines. He went to open the drawer that hid his shot glass and whiskey before an apprehensive knock sounded at his office door.
William jolted upwards, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket before clearing his throat, "Enter."
It was formal, that was for sure. William didn't seem more pleased when the employee of his entered. Well, he was, however William never let that pleasure cross his features.
"Are you... Okay, Mr. Afton?" They whispered, as if he would shatter.
At last, William thought, someone who cares. Bloody hell. William sighed, motioning to the steel chair in front of his desk, they moved to take a seat. William glanced at the clock, 10:37pm, what were they still doing here? What was he still doing here? Right. Evan. William missed all the incessant crying, the whining, the way Evan would cling to that Fredbear plushie that William gifted him one birthday a few years ago. He believed it was Evan's first birthday, actually. The things he didn't expect to miss about anyone. Their flaws.
"Ah..." He sighed again, uttering their name, "Yes, thank you for your inquiry. I could use a spot of company at the moment."
Before I drive myself insane.
The employee gave a soft, sympathetic smile and nodded, "Of course, Mr. Afton, sir."
"Please, call me William." The brunette supplied.
This, for whatever reason, made his heart beat faster. Guilt? Maybe. Was he finally having that "torrid love affair" that Clara always accused him of? Damn, he missed her. Her touch, those brilliant green eyes that she passed down to Elizabeth. Oh, Elizabeth.
Even sitting here, vaguely flirting with them, William missed his wife, at home with his surviving children. William simply tried to push them from his mind.
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Dispassionate Goodbyes
Warnings: sfw, angst, hurt/no comfort, second pov, no gendered pronouns, modern au
Characters: Roronoa Zoro, gn!reader
A/N: I hope you like this!! Probably not my strongest writing. I very rarely, if ever write Zoro owo;;
You tried. You really tried. Yet, you couldn't take it. He was stoic, serious. And well, he had been your type maybe once upon a time. Yet here you were, watching him with a flat blank expression, the way he ignored you. Was he ignoring you? What would you consider his focus? Zoro was entirely focused on the wrong thing, in your opinion.
It wasn't that you didn't matter to him, no, it was the opposite but he made a promise to Kuina.
Yet he was stern, serious. You didn't know how to handle that. So, here you were. After months, here you were. It was a poorly hidden secret that your relationship was failing on some level. On a level you couldn't truly understand. Even though you knew what you needed, you had put this off. You needed someone emotionally available, affectionate, and generally less busy. You needed someone who wasn't Zoro. You needed Sanji, even, the blonde you had slowly fallen for. Yet... It was clear that even he had alternative feelings.
Oh what a shit draw of luck.
That was your only thought as you stood there, wringing your hands anxiously as you watched Zoro.
"Zoro?" You beckoned.
The green haired man looked over, "Huh?" He grunted.
You gulped, meeting his gaze shyly. "We need to talk." You stated, continuing when Zoro didn't meaningfully react, "This isn't working. I need more. More than you can give me."
Zoro seemed to think for only a minute before continuing lifting weights, "Yeah." He stated, "Door's over there."
You stated at him, heart dropping into your stomach at his response as you held back tears. You bit your lip, only nodding, turning around at his rather dispassionate words. "...whatever, Roronoa." You whispered, beginning to walk away. You had hoped he would beckon you back.
Characters: William Afton, several unnamed children
Word Count: 0.8k
William was a man of solitude, normally, and he certainly didn’t dress up for a number of years now. Not since Fredbear’s Diner was small, only ever servicing a handful of guests at one time. In fact, some of that time was without animatronics at all! William could say with confidence that he missed those days. Although… Those kids were never such… Delinquents.
Not like these children nowadays. He was a CEO! A corporate entity! He was William bloody Afton. Yet… They needed to cut down on costs, which of course could never be spent on the animatronics. So here he was. How could he ever trust another to bear the weight of upholding the Golden Rabbit? Nonsense! No one could. William scowled from inside the rabbit at the very thought. Yet William did not account for delinquents. True rapscallions. Filthy fucking brats.
The only brats he liked, genuinely treasured, were his. Those three would never pull on the suit’s fuzzy little tail, cackling all the while. While, technically, it didn’t do a damn thing to him or the suit, to William it did. He swung around, that large smile on the animatronic’s face.
“Now, now! We don’t hurt our friends, little ones!” William announced from within the rabbit.
His icy blue eyes focused on the children. They were like Michael’s filthy freaks. Each wearing a mask of some variety, would they ever learn? William took note. A Freddy Fazbear mask worn by the leader, a girl with bright green eyes and slicked back brown hair. Followed by her two companions. One of a certain pirate fox that Michael since was disallowed even the utterance of and another of the lesser rabbit that his “friend” designed and built. The boy in the blue off-color mask, likely a bootleg that he will need to sue the life out of, had mousy brown hair and deep green eyes. Siblings, more than likely. The fox, however, had a black-haired buzzcut and light brown eyes that sparked with mischief. The secret leader, perhaps?
“What’s with the dated suit?” The Freddy girl asked with a sly tone.
“Yeah! We- those haven’t been around in this decade!” Her Bonnie-loving brother prodded.
Yet the Foxy fanboy remained quiet. Remorseful or afraid? He should be both.
William laughed loudly, “Oh children! I’m Springbonnie!” He narrowed his eyes, “I simply had been hibernating!”
Did rabbits hibernate? Oh, William hardly cared. He glanced around for the child that hung back. That’s when he felt it, the Foxy child had yanked the tail again. William glared as he turned his head, he could hardly see the trite little shit.
“Why would you hibernate? Bonnie doesn’t. No rabbit does.” The brown-eyed kid pointed out.
William lowly chuckled, a forced and sarcastic sound. “Riiight. Well, I do. Clearly.” William clenched his jaw before kneeling to their level, “Now, now. It's hurtful to pull my tail, children.”
“You’re just a Bonnie off-color.” The Bonnie boy remarked.
William inhaled deeply. How did his staff deal with such aggravating little tykes? He stood up calmly and slowly, all too aware of the springlocks. Traumatizing the tiny fucks wouldn’t help now, no matter how tempting. William carefully exhaled.
“And you’re wearing a bootleg Bonnie mask, you skint little tyke.” William flatly whispered.
The three children’s faces screwed up in confusion. William smirked behind the mask, ice blue eyes seeming oh so colder when he thought about how these tykes would go home, asking what a “skint little tyke” was and likely be crushed by their own parents. Poor little bastards. Can't even afford MY merchandise. William thought to himself for a minute. The older man finally offered his hand to the child in the Foxy mask.
“Give your friend a handshake, will ya!” He announced.
The Foxy child stared at William, or rather Springbonnie, skeptical but suspiciously offered a smudgy child-sized hand. William, in turn, grabbed the child's hand and gripped it tightly with that mask’s unnerving grin. He stared down at the child as he less-than-nicely and firmly shook the child’s hand. William snickered quietly as the boy cringed in pain.
“S-springy… Sir, that's- it-” he sputtered out before his bootleg friend spoke up.
“We won't do it again! Sorry, Springbonnie!” the blue Bonnie boy exclaimed, “Right guys?”
The other two nodded their heads enthusiastically, practically rushing off without the Foxy kid. Even Bootleg Bonnie Boy left early, leaving William with a harsh reminder of how he lost poor Evan.
“Next time you do this, I'll just kill you.” He whispered quietly, standing up straight with a boisterous laugh, “Friends always forgive!”
Friends always forgive but I'm not your friend, brat.
William watched the boy run away, terrified. He was satisfied with himself as the group of delinquents and felons-to-be rushed off to run to their guardians.
Author's Note: This is for the slice of life collab but boy. I struggled so much with this and I don't actually like it but dhdnkdd. Its here, it's eh, but writers block.
Word Count: 1.1k
Curiosity drove you. A morbid curiosity about the place you once called home. Now, of course, you had found your home in a small town just west of Stilwater and farther still was Steelport itself but your home and loyalties still lay with Steelport. Even if it had been engulfed by a gang war when you had moved away. You, of course, kept an eye on it. You noticed a few details, but something wasn't adding up and hadn't in the two years since. Sure, the Luchodores died. You understood why.The Morningstar, led by Viola DeWynter, merged with the Saints. Yet… Why had the Deckers simply vanished? More specifically, why was there no word on their leader? You tapped your foot in the break room, reading article after article. Interviews with Killbane, the DeWynter sisters and Loren had extensive business ventures all signed under their specific names, alongside the prostitute game that required a more personal touch, the Saint's boss was around too. All documented. Normally by one Jane Valderamma. Yet it frustrated you. There was not a single mention as to who the Deckers ever listened to. Nothing!
"Can you work the closing shift again?"
You perked up, hearing your boss speak. The kind old lady had picked you up out of the street, comforted you when gang life took over your life, and would lament you going back.
"Ah… I can, yes." Responded your coworker.
You looked over, he seemed less than fond of the bright green work shirt every time. You liked him. Matt Miller. A fine employee, a lackluster conservationist (unless you count the topic of Nyte Blade), and a generally reserved man. You always wondered why he seemed so… Odd. Yet, he wasn't your type. You had caught yourself drifting towards harsher types. People like Loren, Viola, and Killbane. Those with skewed morality and something to lord over. Fighting rings, hookers, even other gangs all joined together under one flag. Something. Matt, of course, was kind and while he was hot… Something was off.
If only you knew how wrong you were.
You wanted to look him up too, look into his past. Yet… wasn't that crossing lines you promised you wouldn't again after surviving a city takeover, two actually, back in the day. It was an invasion of privacy too! Yet you were stuck on your research and… He didn't have to know what you would find. First, you needed to find out where he was from. Matt Miller, after all, was quite close lipped regarding anything and everything about where he came from. There had to be something there! A reason. So, you began. In that little coffee shop, growing steadily more defensive as you went from harmlessly looking up just his name to pulling up his records. That was the first thing you thought of and it brought forth interesting results.
"... Expunged?" You softly muttered to yourself, "Lets get that unsealed."
You really did just want to know! You weren't going to do a thing with what inevitably boring thing Matt cared so much about as to seek out it getting expunged. Yet when you got access, the list of crimes made your eyes widen.
".... What the-"
And then it crashed. The site, a remarkably secure government site, had crashed. In fact, your entire computer's screen went black. You jumped up, startled with your blood running cold. After a few seconds, one symbol sat in the center of your screen. It had been one you grew quite familiar with in your research. The Decker logo, a blue skull with a pink star in an eye socket. You whipped around, Matt stood a little too close for comfort, black bangs in his face as he stared down at you.
"You really didn't seem like much before." He remarked, his accent thick.
You stepped back, "You…"
"That all got sealed, expunged, yet you found a way. Well, where there's a will." Matt tilted his head, "I really didn't think much of you. Perhaps I should've learned my lesson from before as to underestimating people. Especially those who also have expunged records."
"How'd you even get that expunged!" You huffed.
Matt shrugged, "Where there's a will." He repeated, narrowing his eyes, "Although… What to do now? You could tell either one of them. You could be working for either of them."
"Wh- you paranoid little-" you cleared your throat, "I'm not working for anyone, Miller." You raised a brow, "Yet clearly you have someone working for you. I mean it, how did you get all your crimes from being in a gang all expunged as if it were nothing!"
"I don't have to answer the likes of you." Matt scoffed.
You pushed him back, "I'm still your supervisor!" You hissed, "I've been here longer, I've-"
"You're a has been." Matt simply retorted.
"I'm a- excuse me!" You grabbed that bright green shirt, dragging him forward.
"You're excused." Matt smirked.
It was a game of cat and mouse, whoever stopped was the loser and to the victor go the spoils. You groaned, pushing him back with all your strength, the taller hacker fell on his ass with nothing but a perked brow, as if asking if that was all you could do. With him no longer pretending to be a meek, reserved and polite worker, he was just sassing you and frustrating you with every word that left his mouth.
"Listen here, you little-" You began.
"You should get your eyes checked. I'm bigger than you are."
You wanted to rip your own hair out but settled for groaning and kicking his leg as you stormed past him. Yet, you froze when he hummed, "Wouldn't it be terrible if your bank lost all your money, love? Maybe hacking to know who I am was a mistake, no?" He chuckled, "How about you do something for me and we'll forget this."
And that's how you got here. A simple bout of curiosity, evidently you both had regrets and mistakes under your belts. You just couldn't imagine this was the favor. Your eyes laid on the TV before you in the hacker's living room. He sat beside you, leaning forward and his entire posture was absolute hell yet Matt didn't seem to care.
"I think you'll like this! Just watch!" He promised.
".... You threatened me so I'd watch…. Nyte Blade with you?" You asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Of course!" He seemed almost insulted that you'd ask, "Its one of the best things created for God's sake!"
"Its sure… Something, alright." You sighed yet it was charming.
You didn't know when that realization hit. That in all his awkward, gawk nerd-ness, Matt Miller was charming. Endearing, even. You sighed, leaning back and letting your eyes focus on whatever Nyte Blade was doing, mourning his wife you think. You paid some attention, it seemed to make Matt happier. Asking him about Steelport could wait. You just wanted to exist here for a moment, let your curiosity die out for just a little while.
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