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hegrieve​:

❝       i        ─────────        i    c - could    make    you    feel    so    good ,    sir    …        i’ll    be    a    good    boy .        ❝           fingertips    dance    across    the    collar    of    his    shirt ,    ZEE    perched    in    his    lap    as    the    other’s    hands    knead    into    his    hipbones .        &.    when    they    anchor    there ,    god ,    the    feeling    is    euphoric ;    feeling    his    heart    pound    in    his    chest    as    his    breath    hitches    ever    so    slightly .        barely    there ,    but    for    him       ─────────       all    for    him .            [    his    body    was    your    temple .        murmuring    mantras    into    your    ear    as    he    moves    his    hips    languidly    against    yours .    ]                hands    trail    down    &.    slide    up    into    his    shirt    as    he    leans    in    closer ,    pressing    his    body    against    his    &.    whines    like    he    needs    his    touch    like    water .                 ❝       what    do    you    want    me    to    do ?        ❝

i could make you feel so good-- he doesn’t need good, he just needs something. ANYTHING. this is a high he’s never quite allowed himself to chase before, but the young man straddling him, whimpering, thin hands slipping beneath his button-down to trail over pale, scarred skin... it’s almost as if there’s a glitch in his system. an ERROR in his code. colton doesn’t yet have a name for it, but he’ll soon find that it’s called LUST, and it’s more addictive than he could ever imagine. moves are cold, calculating, as his hands move from zee’s hips to very carefully unbutton, unzip, fingers curling around the other’s member and giving torturously slow strokes. lips attach themselves to zee’s neck, honing in on whatever spot happened to give him the best REACTION. “--i want you t-to... relax. just for now.

i-i... am going to t-- take care of you.”

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sempcranticus​:

It was absolutely terrifying to meet the metal gaping jaws of an animatronic which shoved its head at him. It brought back a few upsetting memories of someone else. ( of a face; of a man’s gaping jaw, shouting. ) All he had to do was to push it aside, shove it to the darkest corner in his mind and never bring it up again. 

And it works — counting works half of the time, and he felt a little more eased when there was skin-to-skin contact, aka Colton’s forehead pressing against his. Adam felt a squeeze and looked, making eye contact with him. You’re fine. “…” He breathes in deeply, shaken a little by the fox. “How — How the fuck do you — do you deal with this?” 

Foxy is the most terrifying thing in the building, in his opinion-- and the fact that his older brother, a bully even in death, possessed the mechanical pirate made it just that much worse. Adam is so shaken up, Colton can barely get him to focus; oh, there would be words had with Ryan later that evening. 

“...N-Not much, um... scares me-- anymore.” It isn’t really a lie, what with his brain injury, but there are times when he still has the occasional animatronic-filled nightmare. He’s still not exactly sure those hellish things he sees aren’t real. A shaky breath is taken, eyes drifting to glare at the fox. “H-He shouldn’t h-- have... done that t’ you.”

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@bornchaos​ asked:  silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason | t poses and hovers in the air

nsfw prompts 

“c-- cora, babe--” it’s late, and even though she’s a little bit tipsy, the two of them have been on each other all night. thankfully both kids should be fast asleep, connor and courtney tucked in safe and sound around eight that evening, as per usual. colton’s tried getting drunk before, but his system just can’t quite handle it-- leave it to william afton to program his robotic son with all the bells and whistles except for the ability to get drunk. 

(honestly, he’d never thought much of it until times like this. cora made drinking look like such fun, and he really wished that he could participate. maybe a little bit of tinkering is in order...)

stumbling upstairs, cora pins him back against their bedroom door, and for a second, there’s a jolt of fear that has colton on edge. “hey, b-baby--” he keeps his voice quiet, speaking between kisses, all the while fumbling for the door knob. “we really-- i-i don’t wanna w-wake the... kids--”

he finally manages to get the door open, letting his wife push him down onto the bed, free him of his shirt, his pants. of course he’s looking forward to this-- cora brings out the best in him, and colton truly is always ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice if the woman promises him sex. amazing, isn’t it? a supposedly unfeeling, emotionless, mechanical man head over heels for a human woman? 

her hand takes hold of his length, stroking fast-- fast enough to elicit a moan that’s much louder than he’d anticipated... only for her to smother it with her other hand. colton manages a smirk despite his mouth being covered, pressing a sweet kiss to her palm. and therein lies the night’s game:

don’t wake the afton children.

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*        TURN        THE        LIGHTS        OFF        .

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hitundo​:

“Are you?” A soft smile sits on her lips. It would be so easy for her to find out. All she needed was an excuse to touch his hand, or his arm, and his face, and she would know something. People were so predictable, after all. Get them talking about secrets, and something specific almost always came to mind. Eyes glance down to his hand, but she doesn’t move yet.

“Do people ask you to keep them a lot?” Because while she’s curious about him, she’s not ready to mess this up, yet. “Or do you just like to brag?”

Seeing her smile brings just a little twinge of one to his lips. He’s grown increasingly fond of her; Nadine has been investigating the pizzeria for quite some time now, though Colton’s sure she’s not going to find much of anything. (He hasn’t, and he’s worked there for a little over a year now.) “N-Not... really,” Colton admits. It’s not a lie, not exactly. Nobody usually trusts him with anything, so a secret? That’s a big deal.

“...I-I, uh... I don’t have m-many people i-- in my life... t-to keep secrets f-- for.”

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hitundo​:

worrying about colton came easily, the way that it did when you connected with someone. what didn’t come easily was sitting still, watching and waiting and not being able to help him. she’s always been someone who acts, someone who doesn’t listen, and she’s trying to change that, but it’s so hard. “can i help?” a soft question, eyes closed when she asks. “would you let me?”

oh how he understands that itch to do something, anything, in order to help. it’s how he’s felt for years, even before discovering the ghosts... before discovering he himself was one of them. but he doesn’t want rain hurt, and there’s a distinct possibility that would happen were she to get involved. colton slowly shakes his head. “...n-not yet... i-- i need a little more... time.”

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&&..i am exhausted,,, do anyone want,,, ship ??

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siilverbulleted​:

it’s a hesitant action, bandit’s never been good at contact, and even dead, they’ve been learning. hesitantly, chin rests on other’s shoulder. a sigh, though it’s unneeded. having an idea of normal is important when you’re stuck here.

“… i let you down. ” ingrained in bandit’s mind from a young age, they were at fault. it was their fault. “ it’s my fault, i should have saved you. ”

“n-- bandit, no...” one of his only friends in life, the person who understood him. bandit wasn’t at fault for anything that had happened that day at his birthday party. it was all ryan and his band of bullies. poor colton had just been a casualty of their fun--

it pains him to know that bandit blames themselves for his accident. arms give the other a soft squeeze, colton still in complete disbelief that he can even touch bandit. “th-there was n-- nothing you could’ve d-done...”

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&&..man sometimes i just,,, i hate it when the robot gets horny

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xamassed​:

Peter wasn’t new to making bad decisions — he often did what felt right rather than what felt smart, even if it meant putting himself in danger. Stranger or otherwise, he couldn’t bring himself to abandon another person. Sure, the idea of a supposedly inanimate object speaking on its own terrified him down to his bones, but the only way to be brave was to be scared first.

Stupid and brave. He was sure someone out there would put that on his tombstone someday.

“That’s funny, I was supposed to pull an all-nighter anyway. Never thought I’d actually miss studying.” He did exactly as he was told, taking slow and careful steps in the direction of the office he vaguely recalled passing by earlier. “

Surprisingly, despite his rather calm and emotionless demeanor, Colton and Peter may have a bit more in common than they realize when it comes to reckless, impulsive decision-making. Had Ryan actually made a move to go after the boy, Colton would have immediately put himself between Peter and the nearly three-hundred-pound metal fox. (Yet there is a part of him that thought Ryan was bluffing; they didn’t harm children...)

Dark eyes didn’t leave Ryan’s the entire time Peter walked down the hall to the office. But of course the pirate fox wasn’t done with heckling the boy yet, mechanical jaw creaking open to let out a hardy laugh. Y-Y-YO HO H------O, ME B-- BUCKO.... I-I’MMM NOT DONE WITH YOU Y-- YET....

Oh, how Colton wanted to reach into the machine, pull out his brother’s spirit, and slap the eldest Afton. Maybe Peter was beyond protection... Maybe they didn’t consider him a child anymore. This could be a problem. Taking a few steps backward, Colton didn’t turn his back on Ryan until he was well near the office door. “Y-You’re... okay? What’s-- What’s your, uh... name?”

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sempcranticus​:​

“No, no——” He was beginning to freak out; all thoughts jumbled up in his head, unable to make an incoherent thought for once. “I don’t—…” Adam took in a deep breath, slowly counting down in his head; it made it easier for him to sort out his thoughts and feelings when he gave himself the time to breathe. 

So ten seconds later, which seems to be enough to make his brain less addled, Adam glanced at the other’s hand on his shoulder before looking at him directly. “Why do you work in a place like this?” It’s a living nightmare. “It’s — It’s crazy.” 

RYAN HAD OVERSTEPPED. Colton’s older brother, trapped in Foxy the Pirate, found a fair amount of amusement in terrorizing not only the night guards, but some of the general public as well. During the day, he didn’t leave his stage in Pirate Cove, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t scare the living daylights out of some unsuspecting civilian.

Like Adam.

Both hands moved to Adam’s shoulders, giving a slight squeeze. Anything to ground him. “Y-You’re... FINE.” Dark eyes softly pulsed with a purple glow, and the young man let his forehead press to Adam’s. “Hey-- H... ey, look-- Look at me.”

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#why am i turned on by him knife throwing 

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&&..man sometimes i just,,, i hate it when the robot gets horny

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“--don’t you dare,” he growls, though the smile just barely tugging at his lips says more than words ever could. grabbing cora, a cold hand snaking up to tangle in her dark locks, colton brings her in for a kiss. “you’re-- you’re n-not going... anywhere.” | @bornchaos​​

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“rain, it-- it’s not that... simple.” he’s well aware of how much she worries, that him chasing after his father in an attempt to get answers, TO CATCH A MURDERER, is likely not to end well. hands gently run along her arms, colton presses his forehead against hers. “it’ll be over soon, darling, i promise.” | @hitundo​ for rain ;3;