#bastard bunny[spring]

[ask-the-virtual-council]

A Message to The Vibe Amphibian

@pmseymourva

'Shall I explain to thee a Sexyman?

For thou feign ignorance and disinterest:

His voice doth make us darling simps obey,

And three decades is all too long to wait;

Sometime so tall the man of purple stands,

And often is his assur'd firmness trimm'd;

And many fan from fan cannot withstand,

By chance or Afton’s changing course untrimm'd;

But his undying beauty shall not fade,

Nor lose allurement from the simps he ow’st;

Nor shall death brag he captur'd by its shade,

When in eternal lines to time he grow’st:

   So long as kids can die or eyes can dim,

   So long lives this, and this gives life to him.'

Now, do thee truly understand for what reasons the Tumblr Redemption Arc happened?

Doth what I've laid out for thee well explain what maketh us go 'OwO' and 'Rawr XD' for the madman at Fazbear's?

Sincerely,

an Afton Simp.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

[str4ngr]

honey [ keegan p. russ. ]

cw: suggestive, voyeurism, sex tape, masturabation, established relationship, fem! reader

requested by @thedoveesquire.

Spring cleaning, albeit summer, was more than necessary in your home. Especially since your husband had just returned, and to stay for quite a while, you really had no excuse to push off cleaning any longer.

You sighed as you finished up wiping down the bathroom tub, happily gazing at the sheen of cleanliness adorning the simple tile. Leaving the room, you realize your husband wasn’t where you had left him, repairing the hinges of his squeaky office door. The door moved with out sound, and you thanked Keegan under your breath, your eyes still fanning out to find the man. 

Behind you, the carpeted hallway led to soft sound beyond the familiar door of your bedroom. Your brows furrowed in confusions mind seeping with explanations as your lazy hips swayed in thought. Pressing your ear to the door, you listened with a strained ear as you tried to figure out the strange, quiet noises coming from a crackly speaker. 

Keegan was in awe. Complete and utter amazement as he stared at the video playing across his old laptop. His pants tightened like a vice as blood pumped away from his head, his mind completely engulfed in the video. 

An old one, one from the honeymoon phase after your wedding. Both of you fucked like bunnies for the following weeks after your ceremony, not as though that’s changed any. 

But, God, was it mesmerizing, watching the way his shaky camera-work captured your sweet skin, body spasming, audio muddled with the overwhelming moment of desire that thickened the air. Even with such amateur filming, you look divine; sweaty, naked, lear stained cheeks that led to lips puffy and red as your silky voice moaned his name like an angel. 

Peeking through the door that you thought innocently of, seeing your husband touching himself. Your panties began dampening, sticking to your flesh as your wide eyes watched the screen, enthralled by the way your bodies moved together in perfect them of lust. His volume was low, your straining ear focusing on his growling grunts as his hips slammed so perfectly into you. You swayed, imagining the same movements happening as if they weren’t on the screen. You breath was heavy.

So was Keegan’s. His struggled to keep himself together, biting into his lip to keep any noise from seeping past his lips. 

“Keegan…?” 

Your breathless voice, a low tone of lust bleeding from each word as your eyes met his, both filled with surprise. Keegan, being the bastard he was, grins, staring at you from where he was seated at his desk,

“Hey there, honey.” He sits up straighter, his pants not too fixed up from his previous moments. His eyes were dark with desire, gazing over your body, covered in skimpy pajamas as your cute thighs rubbed together, “come ‘ere.” 

You leaned against the door frame, mind spinning with possibilities as you gingerly approached him. You husband watched you, his hand not stopping its movement against himself. Flustered, almost shameful, you stand beside him, saliva building on your tongue as you stare at the screen, the video continuing to play. 

Keegan grinned, his resting hand slithering around your waste as he pulled you against his seat, lips pressing into your side,

“Wanna’ recreate this with me, honey?”

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thank you sm for the request <3

3 i'll also be writting a full fic for this but i'm a slow writer so... idk when its gonna come out lmao.

directory

[aghostwrites]

Look at your high lord

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*WARNINGS* Unprotected sex, NSFW, fingering, oral (male receiving), featuring semi-nice Tamlin, lewd Lucien, overstimulation, threesome, orgasm (male and female) OC character, she/her pronouns, mention of female genitals and male genitals.

paring: Tamlin x f!reader x Lucien

word count: 2k

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE

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Calanmai is fast approaching and the entire female staff of the Spring court is buzzing with excitement. Well, almost all. Alis has been monitoring the food preparations for the upcoming festivity, her temper is beginning to run high. Tamlin refuses to tell me what Calanmai means or what happens during the event but Lucien has been making more lewd comments towards Tamlin. Lucien seems to want me to attend this event whereas Tamlin is adamant about me staying in the house. Lucien and I are taking our usual ride in the forest, pretending to be hunting. 

“Bunny, have you thought of what you’ll be wearing to Calanmai?” a grin spreads across Lucien’s face.

“Tamlin told me to stay out of the festivities” I tried to copy Tamlin’s tone of voice when he told me, “It isn’t the place for a human female.”

Lucien laughs at my attempt to mock the high lord. “That's because he knows what he will do if he catches your scent. I know what I would do to you if it were me performing Calanmai.”

Lucien and his cauldron damned remarks. Bastard. 

He does make me wonder if maybe I should disobey Tamlin’s command. The females cannot stop their gossip about how exciting last year was. 

I must admit, I’m interested. 

⟴

I’ve picked up the habit of eavesdropping on the household staff and I’ve become pretty skilled. Their fae hearing seems to miss my careful footsteps these past couple of days. That or they don’t seem to care. I’ve learned my place among the high and lesser fae. As a human, they don’t care about things I could overhear. Odelia is my favorite staff member to eavesdrop on, she never quite knows when to keep her mouth closed and she is the most nosey as well, always wanting to know and share information.

“Who do you think Tamlin will choose this year for Calanmai? I must admit, I never knew what kind of lover he was until I saw him ravish Genesta last year. She was giggling like a youngling and wouldn’t shut up about it for ages”. The other ladies giggle.

What does she mean lover?

Divva gives Odelia a light smack on the shoulder, “You know Tamlin would never fuck you, stupid”.

Fuck her?

Odelia gives an obnoxious smile to Divva, “It doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it. Seeing him inhale that smoke” she purrs, “watching the animal that lies beneath his skin come to life, it's thrilling”.   

I start to feel a little uncomfortable listening to these two. It seems too intimate to think about Tamlin this way. Of course, he is handsome, especially with that mask. I shouldn’t think of him as anyone else besides my captor, I shouldn’t. However, in my dreams I do. I dream of having his hands in my hair,  his lips on my skin, body against mine. The worst part is, that I dream of what he would look like as I’m displayed underneath him.

“Are you alright? You smell… enticing”

I jump back a bit from my spying. “Lucien” I stammer “ what happens during Calanmai?”

“ Bunny” He chuckles. “I was wondering when you were going to ask me that.” He puts his arm around my waist, leading me away from my eavesdropping. My breath quickens as I feel the heat of his body against mine.  “Calanmai or Fire Night is a magical celebration, the crops depend upon the magic in the Great Rite on Fire Night. Each High Lord must perform the Great Rite, which consists of allowing powerful magic to enter their bodies and seize control of them. Causing the High Lord to attempt to find the Maiden and claim her for the night to release magic that will spread through the lands and allow crops to grow until the next Calanmai. In this case, the high lord is Tamlin.” He smirks. 

“Claims?” I ask.

“They have sex,” Lucien says flatly, my cheek burning red. “Maybe, my little bunny you should attend. After all, the spring court is your home and you should know of its traditions. I’ll take you as my guest” He finishes.

I can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger on my face. As his eyes make their way to my body, he licks his lips and smirks. I feel my insides turn and I don’t know if it's fear or excitement. 

⟴

Calanmai has finally come, the palace grounds are bursting with high fae both male and female. I’ve never seen such beautifully dressed people, rich fabrics of all different colors flowing. Back home, these clothes would have been able to buy a mansion or two. Lucien told Alis that I was to attend Calanmai as his guest and that I must be dressed accordingly. I’m dressed in a velvet green skirt that has a slit on the side and a sheer white shirt that hugs my curves and accentuates my chest. Flowers are placed in my hair and it's a wonder how they don’t fall out as I walk. Lucien is standing outside my room waiting. He is dressed similarly to me, velvet green pants. 

Oh cauldron, he’s not wearing a shirt

I forget how to breathe.

He is beautiful to look at, his red hair, his body perfectly toned and full of muscle. A warrior.

He doesn’t speak to me, only grabs my hand and gives me a smirk. The trip to the spring court grounds is overwhelming. Bonfires are lit, thick smoke hangs in the air, music, and dancing. High fae are laughing, kissing, and touching. I grab Lucien’s hand a little tighter as I notice four high fae pleasuring each other, three males and one female. I look away in embarrassment.

“Come on Bunny? Aren't you tempted to watch?” Lucien asks, he has an animalistic smile across his face like he is hungry. Like he is hunting.

I can’t form a coherent response.

Fuck, I might be. 

I’m about to face the group of high fae when I see him.

“Tamlin?” I gasp, my voice so quiet only Lucien can hear. 

Cauldron, he is beautiful. Completely bare for the mother above to see, a god. I can't help the heat that rises to my face as I try to look away. Lucien's hand grabs my face, making me turn my head, another hand holds me close to his body as he whispers. “Look, look at your high lord of the Spring court”.

Heat begins to rise elsewhere. I feel Lucien’s breath on the shell of my ear and it draws my attention back to the high fae before me.

Tamlin draws in a deep breath and lets out a loud sign. “I can smell her, bring her to me.”

Can he smell me?

Lucien begins to move in Tamlin’s direction, walking me forward, his hand on my waist. I would have turned around and gone back to the palace if it wasn’t for the way Tamlin is looking at me. The way Lucien is looking at me. Hungry. Lucien places me in front of Tamlin, his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place.

I have nowhere to go, nowhere to turn, everyone is watching.

The music seems to stop, the high fae now all have their eyes on Tamlin.

On me.

“Your high lord has chosen his maiden, it is time for the celebration to begin.”

At once the high fae begin to cheer, some kiss, and some of the female high fae give me glares of pure jealousy. Their attention finally begins to dwindle away, absorbed in their own lust once again.

Tamlin comes closer to me, his lips brushing my neck. I can’t help the small squeak that I make. “How would you like us? Rumor has it that human females like it rough, that they like to limp home, that they want to cry with pleasure.” He growls.

Us?

Lucien starts to caress my backside as he whispers “Or would you like us to be gentle?”

The two of them?

I want to back away and tell Tamlin to pick another. Lucien seems to sense my thoughts as he turns me around to face him.

“Little bunny, you’re not going anywhere”

He kisses me. Slow and deep, full of desire. His tongue teases my bottom lip. I can’t help but open my mouth to let his tongue in. My body betrays me, no matter how much I want to walk away, I can’t. Not with two perfect males before me. Their excitement showing.

Lucien is the distraction.

I nearly forget about Tamlin before I feel his hands cup the back of my thighs, he lets out a low groan. 

“How does she taste?”

Lucien never leaves my lips, only lets out a low sigh of pleasure that makes Tamlin laugh, and my cheeks flush. Tamlin continues on my thighs, rubbing little circles, closer and closer to my pussy. Heat begins to spread through my body as he finds my clit. I arch my back and let out a small whimper. Low enough that no human could hear, but these are fae males and they hear everything.

“Fuck, she’s eager”

“And who do you think for, My Lord? You or me?”

“ Who do you want, Bunny?” Growels Tamlin.

Both, please let me have both.

I can only give a small nod that makes both the males smile. Their work begins.

Tamlin lets a claw slide from underneath his knuckles and shreds my clothes while Lucien begins to take his pants off. I can't look away from either of them. Both of their cocks are hard, dripping with anticipation.

Dripping for me.

Lucien moves first, his hands on my breasts, kissing my neck lower and lower until he puts my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. I’ve never felt this pleasure before, I grip his hair and let out a small moan that makes Lucien smile against my chest.

Tamlin moves next, his fingers rubbing my clit before he slips them inside me. “Oh, fuck” Tamlin groans, “She’s tight.” He presses his fingers against a bundle of nerves, moving at a speed that I could never achieve, nor any mortal man. Tamlin places his lips on my neck, making my back arch more into him. Biting my neck, showing that I have been claimed for the night. He pulls his fingers out and I feel my walls close around the emptiness. Before I can tell Tamlin to keep going, that I want it, that I like it, he slips his cock in. 

Fuck he’s big.

The feeling is surreal, Tamlin is able to reach everything, and he begins thrusting into me at a slow pace. It makes my head dizzy, I need him to move faster, to go harder. I must have done something to let Tamlin know what I want. Maybe it's the way I wiggle my body to try and get him to speed up. 

“Bunny, are you impatient? I heard human females have needy cunts.” Lucien murmurs, still giving my breasts the attention they crave. Tamlin seems to understand Lucian's hidden message. He grips my hips pushing my chest forward. I need stability now that I’m bent over completely for Tamlin. I grasp around for anything before my hands land on Lucien. Tamlin quickens his pace until I see stars. I rock my hips to the rhythm. Cauldron he’s big, I’m completely stretched for him as he hits a spot deep inside, over and over relentlessly. 

“Bunny?’ purrs Lucien “I want to see your pretty lips around my cock”

How can I say no?

Between the movements of Tamlin, I grip Lucien’s cock, wrapping my mouth around him, running my tongue up and down the length before drawing my mouth up and bringing it back down. “Oh cauldron” he moans as he begins thrusting his hips to meet my mouth.

I don’t know how much longer the three of us can last. Tamlin pounding into me mercilessly, Lucien’s hand in my hair, guiding my head up and down. It's just a matter of time before one of us breaks first…..

I felt the pressure begin to build which causes my legs to shake. 

I have to take my mouth away from Lucien to catch a breath. “Tamlin I-I’m close, please don’t stop.”

“Never Bunny.” Tamlin purrs as I wrap my lips back around Lucien. Tamlin starts playing with my clit again, rubbing hard and fast circles that cause my muscles to tense. Then I break. My climax pulsing through my body as Tamlin continues to fuck me through the high. 

I feel Lucien twitch in my mouth. “I think I’m going to,” he doesn’t finish his sentence before he releases himself into my mouth. 

That leaves Tamlin left to break, his strokes start to get sloppy, and he lets out an animalistic groan. I feel claws gently rake my back. Finally, he lets go. Not letting any drop of his release be spilled as he thrusts his cock all the way deep into me a final time.

All of us drip with sweat, and both of the males give a chuckle. 

“You did well, Bunny,” says Lucien as Tamlin kisses the back of my neck.

“Next year,” Tamlin says, “I’ll make sure everyone has their eyes on you while we claim you over and over again.” He nips my neck gently before saying. “Next Calanmai, you’ll be begging for us.”

[marvelobsessed134]

Noticed you're taking requests for dark!nikki sixx. How about him getting all jealous and posessive (maybe he noticed some guy looking at reader or something, or her being too friendly with someone) and reminding her who she belongs too?

current or 80s nikki, whatever you prefer

Who do you belong to?

A/n: oh yeah! I love these tropes so much ft. A cameo from Eric Brittingham bc yes

Pairings: Dark!Nikki Sixx x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, rough sex, possessiveness, knife play, blood, punishment (spanking with a belt), daddy kink, Nikki’s kind of mean in this lol, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any.

“Hey baby.” A man said from behind you. You turned to see non other than Eric Brittingham from Cinderella.

“Oh, hi.” You smiled, just trying to be polite. You knew what his intentions were, obviously and your boyfriend did too. Because right before Eric could get another word in, he was pushed against the bar roughly, Nikki staring down at him with fire in his eyes it seemed.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The bassist snarled at the other bassist.

“Hey man, I didn’t know she was yours.” The blonde tried to reason with the raven haired man.

“You’re a lucky bastard cause if you had gone any further you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk.” Nikki threatened him before letting go and gripping your wrist tightly, dragging you out of the night club.

“Babe-“ you tried to speak but he cut you off. “Shut up.”

The two of you got in the car and Nikki drove off. You could hear his tires squeaking against the road.

Once the two of you got home he dragged you upstairs to your shared bedroom and said, “Strip.”

You did as you were told, stripping all the way down including your underwear. You stood before him, bare as he was fully clothed. Your nipples were hard from the cool air.

“Tsk, tsk. Such a bad girl going around letting other men flirt with you. Especially in front of daddy.” He said, slowly walking towards you unbuckling his belt.

Your eyes widened, you knew what was coming.

Once he slid the belt off and folded it in a loop he said, “face down, ass up.” A simple command that had you scrambling to obey him.

Then, a sharp sting hit your bare ass. You whimpered. “Count.” Nikki said, and hit your ass again. “One.” You counted. Another slap, “two.” Tears were springing in your eyes, “three”

“Four”

“Five”

“Six”

“Seven”

“Eight”

“Nine”

“Ten” you sighed in relief when he stopped and smoothed his hand over your red cheeks before dropping his pants and lining his cock up to your pussy before roughly pushing in. You cried out in both pain and pleasure as he started pounding into you. Clutching the sheets, you cried and moaned, “Daddy! F-feels good!”

“Oh yeah? You think I can fuck you better than that blonde fucker?” He responded.

“Yes! Oh yes you fuck me better!”

Nikki slowed down a bit and then reached over to the nightstand and pulled out his pocket knife. Your breath hitched.

“This ok, bunny?” He asked. He knew that you knew what he had in his hand.

“Yes.” Because you were interested to where he was going with this. And also because even if you said no he’d do it anyways.

You felt him slowly carve into your skin, not too deep but enough to make you bleed a little. You hissed at the pain while your pussy was dripping. You felt him carve a ‘N’ onto your left ass cheek and then an ‘S’ on your right one. Fuck that’s hot, carving his initials into your skin. Now you’re his forever it seemed.

Nikki lightly traced them with his finger. “So beautiful. And now you really belong to daddy.” He said before pushing back into your tight hole and fucking you into oblivion.

“Mmm Nikki!” You moaned.

“I’m close, baby.” The bassist warned before pulling out of you and cumming on your ass over his newly carved initials. He then took his finger and scooped some up before feeding it to you.

“Good girl.” He praised.

[csilis]

Five nights at Freddy’s William Afton x F!Reader

A/N: The movie got me back to my FNaF era, so I thought I write a oneshot with my favourite guy.

Note: William gets springtrapped. What a surprise indeed.

Your mother would be disgusted if she would see you now. Marrying the insane serial killer who ended your own sister’s life. But just like Cassidy, you were onto vengeance too. And to avenge the sister you have lost, you were willing to do anything. Even if it meant sacrificing your beliefs and becoming a monster just like the one before your very eyes.

So in the abandoned backroom of the Freddy Fazebear’s pizza you stood, holding his hands and waiting for an uncertain future to come.

“We are gathered here today in this beautiful place to witness the joining of two lives” came the prerecorded voice of a priest from the tape player which stood on the chair between you and him.

“Beautiful place? What a joke” you thought as your eyes were focused on the black-white floor tiles. He did just rid himself from the last of the old animatronics whose parts were splattered all over the floor. But it mattered not to him, he simply ignored all the destruction he brought upon himself and all the souls he enraged.

You weren’t paying any attention as the feeling of your revenge being so close started to consume every part of your whole being. You wanted it so bad, couldn’t wait to finally do it. But unlike him you had self control. You knew you had to wait for the perfect moment to get through with your plan. Or else you fail, becoming a ghost of the past just like your sister.

“You may kiss the bride” this was when you came back to your senses. It was time. Finally.

You then let go of his hands and swept the tape player from the chair with one swift move. You then stepped on it to be closer in height to this bastard. To clearly see the pain in his eyes as you take your revenge.

He was in that damned bunny suit just like you asked.

“The children will fear you this way. You will be invincible” you whispered into his ears this morning as you two were laying in the bed. Sweet lies. That’s what they were.

What pulled you back was his wet lips on yours as his hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was time…

Some part of the suit was exposed, showing how old that thing actually was. You knew that the springs were the only thing keeping him from being smashed. But it was about time to be changed. You knew from him that those springs were delicate and easily triggerable. That’s why you were standing in the middle of the mouldy backroom. You could see the wetness forming on those exposed wires and springs as you carefully wriggled out the knife which you sew into your bridal dress while he was out, destroying the animatronics.

In the meantime you tried to keep the act of the woman madly in love with him. You let his hands grab your breasts as he moved onto your neck to put kisses on. Your stomach churned in disgust. You wanted to vomit. But once you freed the knife, you felt finally relieved.

You gripped the knife tighter and stabbed him in the side. Your sudden act made him stumble a few steps backwards as his mouth was wide open. But he didn’t even had a chance to mutter a word out as the springlocks immediately snapped from the impact of the knife.

His blood spilled onto your white dress as he tried to scream but couldn’t as the metal stabbed through his lungs. You could only hear him drowning in his own blood as you stepped down from the chair with a mad grin on your face. As he knelt down because of the immense pain, you had time to notice the ghosts who seemed to be the only witnesses of your cursed wedding. The few moments of eye contact you shared told them everything they needed to know. It told your sister everything she needed to know.

Then you looked back at him. Anger radiated from him, your betrayal carving into his soul for forever. You knew he will come back. He always comes back. But until that day, you will thrive in the pain you caused him.

While picking up the headpiece of the suit next to your right foot you knew what you had to do. You walked towards him, lifting the headpiece higher.

“Until death do us part, William Afton!” you angrily yelled, pushing what you were holding into his head and hearing the springlocks inside that also snap.

It was what he deserved. It was all he will deserve. Endless pain and torture.

Word count: 781 Characters: 4188

It now has a continuation called Back to me.

[systastic]

hello darling <3 one would like to request a level 4 nilou fictive if possible! the only thing one would like to specify is she/her & lesbian, otherwise everything is creators choice.

hello blue text anon~ nilou is so pretty!! i hope mew enjoy fleur -🍥

gonna flesh her a lot out cus her personality ingame kinda sucks. no offense -🐝

name :: nilou, padisarah, ćeline, lilah, leila, adrienne (ari or adri as a nickname), haniya, naira, calypso, seriyah, alara, or anahita

age :: 21 to 23

pronouns :: she/her && sometimes fleur/fleurs or fae/feyr

roles :: reliever, pacific, curacormate, dear, obsonātor, social pleaser

species :: human performer

gender identity :: viscarian (the flower), myosotian (gender), musigender, genderconcerto, tambougender (first def.)

orientation :: lesbian, sapphic

source :: genshin impact

aesthetic :: bloomcore, spring, dreamy, ethereal

appearance description :: haniya is rather short, clocking in at around five feet and three inches tall. she has red-brown hair that stops just shy of her thighs, and often wears fancy dresses or outfits that look good during her dances. closed-toed shoes are rather uncomfortable and rarely fit properly due to her feet being a touch too small for her body, so she opts for sandals instead. ćeline has had abnormally short hamstrings from birth. she works hard to keep her physique and ability to move intact; this is why she dances so often, to help remain flexible and mobile. even still, fleur is somewhat chubby: the muscle she has built up from years upon years of dancing has given her a lithe yet muscular frame, and seriyah’a love of pudding has placed some chub on top. leila has a cane that she uses on days when she has pushed herself too hard; the shooting pain of walking makes it a struggle to move, even with having worked so hard. these days, her use of a cane is rare — but the chance of it happening is never quite zero.

personality description :: adrienne is a normal girl: she is sweet to her friends, kind to strangers, and harbors a deep love for dance. she is seen as the quiet girl among the dance troupe who is eager to help. those in the troupe who have problems often come to her for solutions or mediating arguments. more than this, though, naira is outspoken. what she views as misdeeds are never let off lightly; she confronts those responsible, admonishing them for their crimes and urging them to “do better next time”. she is keen to giving people second chances — but if that second chance is used up, alara will not give them a third. creativity blooms from her every movement. whether it be dance, embroidery, watercolor, or cooking, naira will do it to the fullest. minor mistakes of her own or her friends (ink smears, accidental color leaking, et cetera) are not taken too serious. there is always a chance to try again.

likes :: kind souls, cute animals such as kitties, bunnies, and puppies, her specialty pudding (other types of pudding are also good), ballet, classical music, leg strength training, wide open flower fields, embroidery, the inteyvat flower, lotus flowers, creating flower crowns or flower centerpieces, mentoring and teaching other people to dance, decorating her cane with fresh flower garlands, picnics in nature, and spending time with her close friends.

dislikes :: bastardization of any culture, hard rock, punk, or pop music, those who assume her whole personality is dancing, those who think she’s “fragile”, assumptions of ability, the rampant ableism in the dance world, those who mock others who are trying to improve and succeed, those who assume art is “easy” and that they could do it themselves (it is not easy for everyone; art is an expression of the soul. to claim it easy or that you could do the same undermines the original meaning of the piece and the work that was put into it). she has argued with other troupe members over this before.

front triggers :: classical music, dance lessons, soft and sweet piano compositions, watching ballet, and going to an art gallery

signoff :: ⚜️ or 🩰 (no others really match…)

mood board :: can be found here

songs for you :: merry go round of life from howl’s moving castle, le cygne by camille saint-saëns, clair de lune by claude debussy, the mercy of the wind by million eyes, return to versailles by joshua kyan aalampour, ballerina by yehezkel raz

kins :: the sugar plum fairy from the nutcracker, odette from swan lake, ondine from ondine

typing quirk? :: spaces out her words . . . nothing is ever too close together . avoids capital letters , does not use adverbs or contractions very often , and has a flowery way of speaking . manner of speech is comparable to purple prose .

image source here!

[allfandoms-writings]

Task Force 141 and what they’re caught listening to on missions

Ghost — Slipknot. Bones and Price were chillin' with him one day on the way back from a mission and they heard it playing from his headphones. Price thought his hearing went to shit and Bones just snickered in his shoulder because she definitely did n o t see that coming.

Soap — Mostly rap or anything that puts a spring in his step. He likes something upbeat in his ears when he's blowing shit up or taking people out. Bones and Gaz nearly lost it when they heard Nicki Minaj coming from his headset one mission

Gaz — Hip-Hop with a dash of The Weekend sprinkled in there. He’s such a sassy king he needs some beats to keep up with him

Price — Sleep Token. He doesn’t know how he found them he just did and now he’s hooked. He plays their songs on a low volume when he’s alone in his office (or chilling with Bones cause she likes to annoy him). He has gotten her and Simon into the band and nearly drove off the road when Simon mimicked the screaming from The Summoning perfectly

Alejandro — Bad Bunny. Rudolfo and Soap lost their collective fucking shit when they heard it. Alejandro doesn't really care he just needs something upbeat he can lose himself in.

Rudolfo — this man listens to everything and nothing. His favorites change from day-to-day or mission-to-mission. Just know that if you're working with Rudy you will be learning about every musical genre out there.

Bones — Nickleback. No, she will not be taking any criticism. She Keeps Me Up is a constant in her playlist and it’s what Gaz likes to blame where she gets her “bastard energy” from

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

Hah, I tricked you all, I actually have more cryptid dave, and some of his weird cryptid paranormality.. Because cryptid. Oh and more feral. Because I love the lil fluffy bunny bastard

Mm yes I don't have to write any lore because I wrote it on the picture for once.

Uhh...

Here's more art, sneaky hidden art, muhaha, the thicc plottens

And I'm not addicted to drawing thicc thighs you are- I'm not going to rehab.

Also yea, there's a lil timeline in my brain where feral/spring builds dreadbear because he's just that lonely and desperate for affection that he builds someone to love him, and be his henchman, I can't decide if I want him to actually build him or not, nor do I feel like deciding, like usual I need a nap.

[yumejo]

「sakasaki natsume x reine // natsurei」 ↳ for @riddlese !!

With a pencil tucked between his digits, Natsume unremittingly sketched in his artbook—riveted on finishing up this assignment for his class that obscured him from participating in certain afterschool activities until completed.

Natsume had purposefully neglected this project, as he did with most of his schoolwork, but the neglect spiralled out of control until his beloved Reine instructed him to stay behind in hopes of motivation springing into him.

Of course they had more power over him than any other faculty member.

However, as Natsume sat in the vacant classroom, an inundation of ideas pooled through his fingertips and he couldn’t help but ceaselessly rifle through each and every differing idea. Until he had finally settled on the quintessential design.

He was also so absorbed in drawing that he didn't hear the clamor of the door being slid open——

"Natsume-chan, how is everything?" Tsumugi’s airy voice deluged the atmosphere, successfully rousing Natsume from his bout of concentration.

And when said second-year scrutinized Tsumugi peering down at his work splayed on the table, he couldn't help but abashedly seize it all up and occlude his senior from further seeing what was etched there. 

"Moja-megane⋯ you surprised me," Natsume heaved a sigh, "what are you doing here?"

An insouciant chortle flowed from Tsumugi’s lips as he simpered, and he simply answered, used to Natsume’s derisive comments, "Reine-chan sent me. I happened to see them when I was coming back, and they asked that I check up on you."

"Ah, is that so?" Natsume questioned whimsically, a burst of warmth permeating across his chest at the notion of Reine thinking about him while he’s not there.

There was a pause, a lull in the conversation as a gentle silence persisted. Yet Tsumugi was the first to rupture it. 

"That picture you’re drawing⋯ is it for art class? The one where you’re suppose to draw ‘the one sight you want to see no matter what’? I remember doing it last year, too," Tsumugi hummed, recollecting how he sketched little natsume-chan fine.

Abundant heat flooded Natsume’s cheeks as he realized Tsumugi had fully spotted and commented on his drawing. "It’s a bit embarrassing, so would you mind not telling anyone?" Natsume asked coolly, albeit it was the best veneer he could formulate without outright hissing. "I'm not actually submitting what I'm doing right now."

"You're not? That's a shame. It's a cute outfit," Tsumugi complimented earnestly, that plaudit only further suffusing a hot sensation through Natsume's veins, "and it really suits Reine-chan."

After saying his piece, Tsumugi sauntered back over to the door. "I'll see you at practice tomorrow then, Natsume-chan~" And he was off.

Upon confirming that Tsumugi had actually left, Natsume settled his artbook down onto the desk and stared at his drawing.

"That unkempt bastard sure is observant when you don’t want him to be," Natsume whispered to himself, reflecting on how said male shrewdly pieced everything together in a matter of moments.

"But⋯ I wonder if little bunny would really like this style." As Natsume added a few more finishing details, he took a step back and discerned the completed picture. 

With their hair pinned up by bow-shaped clips, Reine stood in ivory wedding attire—florets clinging to the fabric and magnifying their pulchritudinous appeal.

"I knew I'd end up just drawing Reine, but I really can't submit this⋯" Natsume sighed once more, cheeks glowing with rosy hues as he doodled in a speech bubble that made them say 'I do, Natsume♡'.

[frozenhi-chews]

Hey I love your blog!! You're a joy to see around! Gush pass for you :3 💌💌💌💌

Aahh thank you so much!! Definitely needed this!!

Thankfully recovered from. That.

Ofc the guy I'm gonna gush over is Springs. Because why not? He's quite the menace, especially in FNaF 3. I recall crushing on him when I was 13, but never made any "self ship content" with him. I just drew him a lot. And daydreamed about him. It was only when he came back (har har) late last year that I finally drew stuff with him.

He's oddly charming? Dunno what it is exactly about him that makes him so. He just IS, I suppose. He's my silly rabbit, that's for certain!

Oh and rabbit! That's another thing I like about his character too. Rabbits are prey animals, but in the games he's out to kill ya. It's that kind of juxtaposition that I adore. The contrast between adorable mascot character and terrifying killer. I was rewatching Markiplier's FNaF series and got to the third game, and realized how calculated he is. Terrifying, but awesome!

And he's oddly a comfort? Idk how a killer can be, probably cuz he's a bunny mascot. Charming sweetie <3

Love how he's interpreted as a cocky, smug bastard. I wanna bop him on the head. Adore the guy so much!! Wrap my arms around him and HUG!! Probably mess with those ears and give him a purple bowtie. He's an utter terror to everyone except me

I mean he's that way in the AU. No one likes to go up to him, and he doesn't like it when other people get too close. He really only likes Pancake out of the whole bunch. It's evident how he follows her and talks to her.

Silly bunny. I love him <3

[bunsystem]

Fictive tag

Radio deer[alastor]

Spider slut[angel dust]

Twirl girl[ballora]

Real bear[bear Henry]

Unstoppable[beartrap]

Beautiful bun[bianca]

Giant purple bunny[Bonnie]

Mess of tangled wires[blob]

Ol black magic[bunny Afton]

Crispy peepaw[burn]

Dead in and out[b bear]

Pink menace[candy]

Sweet girl[cassie]

It’s her[cassidy]

Lets eat[chica]

Not cool dudes[c McLean]

Scream for ice cream[c baby]

Girl power[coco]

It’s cash banooca[crash]

littlest one[cub]

Trickster bun[cuddles]

Lifes a party[c pinkie]

Rat boy[dave]

disco dan[disco bear]

Dancing spider(djmm)

We’ll be friends forever[d twilight]

Hippity hoppity[e bonnie]

Daddy’s little girl[elizabeth]

Spaghetti clown[ennard]

Crybaby sweetie[evan]

In the rainbow factory[f dash]

Gremlin Demon[finley]

Shy sweetie[flaky]

Burned again[flametrap]

Sweet bear[flippy]

Edge Soldier[fliqpy]

Edge bear[flip/fliq]

Yar har[foxy]

Og bear[fredbear]

big bear[freddy]

hook hand[fritz]

Corrupted mess[fritzny]

Me me me[ft chica]

Radio star[ft foxy]

The birthday bear[ft freddy]

Let’s rock [g Bonnie]

Party girl[g chica]

Superstar[g freddy]

Fox rox[g foxy]

Four armed drummer[g mangle]

Deranged hare[glitch]

Deranged bear[g bear]

It’s me[golden fred]

Houdini bear[great escape golden freddy]

Fiery Fox[grim foxy]

Gloomy girl[gwen]

Broken heart[heart sick baby]

Crispy man[h burn]

Blonde chomper[h fredbear]

Pretty boy[h glitch]

Mouth tummy[h n Fredbear]

Zombie peanut[h scrap]

Posh bun[h spring]

Gnarly[hunter]

Hose Beast[izzy]

Hey hey hey[jeremy]

Innocent façade[killer henry]

sweet sheep[lammy]

Look inside[lefty]

One half of an idiot[lifty]

Lollololol[lolbit]

King of hell[Lucifer]

Pick a card[magician mangle]

Beautiful fox[mangle]

silence is golden[mime]

Spaghetti bear[m freddy]

Rock and roll[mont]

Death itself[nightmare]

Scary bun[n Bonnie]

Cupcake toss[n chica]

Monster in your closet[n foxy]

Big chomp[n Fredbear]

Papa bear[n Freddy]

Rocket nut[n gin]

Dangling nightmare[n mangle]

Theatric bun[novel spring]

Sugary screwball[nutty]

Watermelon nightmare[p chica]

Illusion nightmare[p foxy]

Ghost walker[p freddy]

Still me[p golden]

Illusion auditory nightmare[p mangle]

Bear dad[pop]

Dead inside[post scoop Michael]

Let me out[princess quest glitch]

Cmon it’ll be fun[pre sl Michael]

Grumpy bun[bunny Steve]

Im radioactive[radioactive foxy]

Best in show[ringmaster foxy]

Reach for the stars[r Bonnie]

Rip rip rip[ripper roo]

Wet floor sign[r chica]

Me bird likes you[r foxy]

Please deposit 5 coins[r freddy]

Follow your dreams [rodney Copperbottom]

The best[roxanne]

Melted chicken[ruined g chica]

Angry chihuahua[ruined mont]

Besties[ruined rox]

Yarrrrrrrrr[russel]

Rollerbladin[s baby]

Peanut boy[scrap]

One armed[s bear]

Gay bun[second chance spring]

Slippery fox[serpent mangle]

I have no mouth[shattered g chica]

Legless beast[shattered mont]

still beautiful[shattered rox]

Fiesty roo[shelia]

Other half of an idiot[shifty]

A complete idiot[lifty/shifty]

Hyper fan girl[sierra]

Fail hero[splendid]

Mirror[splendont]

The og[s bonnie]

Bastard bun[spring]

Deceptive bun[steve]

Email check[s bad]

Simon the door[Spyro]

Open up your eyes[tempest shadow]

Man of science [tfc William]

Crybaby beaver[toothy]

With a taste of your lips[toxtrap]

Rockstar bun[t Bonnie]

Party girl[t chica]

gamer bear[t freddy]

Creature of the night[vamp Dave]

white woman jumpscare[van]

follow the white rabbit[vann]

Purple guy???[william]

Face the facts[w Bonnie]

T pose[w chica]

Turn off that light [w foxy]

Always me[w golden]

Anything for yuki[yuno]

B bear s bear g bear are burn bear glitch bear and scrap bear part of the killer Henry canon where beartrap is also from

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Bunny really wait so that means the one who died in that accident was Evan ? He is afton son than I’m bet after that happens the kill the five children too bastard how dare he kill innocent children like this

Mizuki: Mm-hmm. He started with Henry's kid, who now possesses the puppet, and killed her outside the restaurant. Then he killed those five kids and one more. One more he shouldn't have killed. Then they opened this place and used toy animatronics instead, and he killed five more. Then the original five confronted him, he tried hiding in the Spring Bonnie suit, and he got merked.

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 15: Death of A Mother

Word Count: 565

TWs: Death, overdose, animal death

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After that afternoon, things started going back to normal in the Afton household, even “without” Evan. William kept the house neat and tidy, cared for his children as much as he allowed himself, and quietly worked on both his experiments and the future of Fredbear’s. He’d already penned a new name and had optimism about expanding the brand; Fazbear Entertainment Company, owners of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. He had been crunching the numbers when someone began pounding on his office door.

“What, what is it, is the house on fire--?” William asked, equally startled and annoyed as he opened the door.

“Margarete’s not breathing,” Michael spoke breathlessly. “I-I tried CPR since I couldn’t hear her heart, either, b-but I think it’s a no-go, dad…”

“Jesus,” William exclaimed, pushing past his son, “Where is she?”

“Her studio.”

William rushed to the other side of the house, but it was clear from the scene she had finally overdosed, slack-jawed, glassy-eyed, and completely unresponsive.

“Don’t let Elizabeth see,” William commanded as Michael appeared behind him. He turned very seriously to his son. “Are we both in agreement that Margarete will be dealt with much swifter and more quietly than Evan was?”

Michael swallowed. “Meaning?”

“Preferably, there won’t be a funeral, and we won’t let this burden our lives any more than it needs to.”

“You’re a cold, cold bastard, dad…”

“Don’t tell me you had an ounce of affection for her…?”

He shook his head.

“That’s what I thought. Distract your sister while I call for an ambulance.”

With Margarete gone from their lives, the Aftons were set on a new path. William felt more pressure than ever to distance himself from this dark spot on his timeline, and he was reaching the end of his rope with Evan. While he proposed the new business venture to Henry and worked on plans with him in the daytime, he found himself buying rats from the local pet store to experiment on at night. He always made sure Evan was “asleep” before he killed the poor animals, trying to recreate whatever caused his son to become one with this machine. He hadn’t had any luck yet. Did it have something to do with the animatronic itself? Surely intelligence had nothing to do with it, for where was he going to get his hands on something more intelligent than a rat? Perhaps it was the size of the vessel, then.

Through the winter and into the spring, William made quick work of missing pets and strays. He was almost having success with some of the dogs, but it wasn’t quite the same. The animal souls could make the animatronic parts move, but didn’t seem to have much interest in the matter… or perhaps they weren’t strong enough, whatever that meant in terms of souls.

Freddy’s was about halfway finished with being built and had been a great success in getting people’s minds off of what had happened to the youngest Afton boy and Mr. Afton’s wife. William never felt more accomplished in his designs. These were flawless, with never-before-thought-of safety features. All new characters to appeal to new demographics; Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Fox, and of course the overarching face of the new restaurant, Freddy Fazbear himself. And with plans to make Norman Verne his personal assistant and secretary, nothing could possibly get any worse than it had.

[theianitor]

Our driveway (no, we haven’t cleared it of snow) is a bit of a thoroughfare for the local wildlife. Bunny, fox, cat, deer, and “something bigger than fox”. :)

[veronicathegoddess]

friday the 13th

the sun had set, only small glints of pink and gold remained in the darkening sky and her pulse was pounding as she raced to escape the forest. her time was almost up.

she pushed herself, lungs burning and muscles aching to run faster. the trees seemed the same no matter how much she ran. imposing and dark. their branches tearing at her clothes and leaving thin bleeding cuts on her arm, the leaves tangling in her hair, giving her an almost feral appearance.

she had long given up trying to keep quiet, she needed to escape before it got darker. it wasn't the smartest move really, each twig snapping under her feet gave away her location. each pant and cry she let out, letting him to know just how close he was to her.

"don't let him catch me. please don't let him catch me." she chanted under her breath over and over as you ran, praying and hoping for a miracle.

suddenly she heard a thud.

"fuck." she cursed and pushed herself to run faster. she knew the sound of his boots by now. they'd been haunting her all day. letting her know that no matter how much you ran he was always near, that she couldn't escape him but she would. she would escape. she heard the thud again and she knew he was getting closer. even if she couldn't see him

her heart was beating in her ears as she pushed herself further and harder. the last remnants of the sunlight had disappeared and it was getting harder to see.

"you're still running bunny? i thought you would've given up by now."

she bit her tongue, fighting the urge to respond.

"oh no response. i bet you're focusing all of that energy on running but you're too weak bunny. you'll never escape." his tone was mocking now, almost baiting and she could hear the smirk painted on his face.

she could see the edge of the forest now, illuminated by the moonlight. if she just kept going, she'd make it. she pushed just a little more, she'd be free. she'd win. ignoring the aches all over her body and the

"aww is the little bunny getting her freedom. maybe you weren't so weak and pathetic after all little bunny."

that was it.

"f-fuck you." she wheezed out between pants before freezing. she'd just given herself away. as if on cue, he came bounding out of the thicket of trees behind her.

"gotcha bunny."

she started running again, his mountainous form pursuing her. he was gaining quickly but she was almost there. just one more inch and she'd be—

he slammed into her legs, throwing her to the ground and knocking the wind out of her. ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, she jerked her knee up into the hockey mask covering his face. it wasn't enough hurt him, but enough to stun him into letting her legs go.

she scrambled to her feet and ran to the nearest tree and started to climb.

"you fucking bitch. you're gonna regret that."

she could hear him approaching and tried to clamber onto the nearest branch but she wasn't fast enough. he wrapped gloved his arms around her, pulled her off the tree and started walking back into the forest. she jerked and struggled in his arms but he was too strong, so she did the one thing she hadn't tried yet.

she screamed.

he clamped his hand over her mouth, "if i were you bunny, i wouldn't do that." the sound of his voice just enraged her more and she struggled even more. he removed his arm from her mouth and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a hunting knife, glinting in the moonlight.

she gasped, fear glimmering in her eyes.

he pressed the blade against her neck "you try to fight again bunny, i'll slit your fucking throat and bury you in these woods. am i understood?"

she nodded frantically.

"use your fucking words."

"i understand."

"now say you'll do whatever i want."

she hesitated. that wasn't a promise she was willing to make. who knows what he had in store for her.

he pressed the knife deeper into her neck "say it." his voice was impatient now.

"no."

"no." he echoed incredulously

"no." she asserted. he might've captured her but she wasn't going to play his sick little game.

"oh bunny, you should not have said that." she felt a sharp pain at her neck but before she could even register what happened, he'd flipped her around to face him and shoved her onto the ground.

he knelt beside her "you look so pretty when you bleed bunny."

she touched her neck and looked at her fingers. they were red. the pain she'd felt before was him cutting her. she looked up at him in horror and he laughed, straddling her.

"you see bunny. i was planning on taking it easy on you. take you to my cabin, treat you nicely but you had just had to be a fucking bitch so now i'm gonna treat you like one."

"noo. please let me go. please." she pleaded, hoping she could stop whatever he was going to do to her.

he harshly backhanded her face, "shut the fuck up."

she tried to fight the tears welling up in her eyes but she couldn't. his face was obscured behind the hockey mask but she suspected that he was enjoying making her cry.

"first order of business, let's shut that pretty mouth up." he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a roll of duct tape. he tore off a strip with his hand and reached towards her.

she thrashed violently "no ple-"

her sentence was cut off by the tape being placed over her mouth. he patted her cheek affectionately, "there, you look so much better when you're quiet."

she couldn't say anything behind the tape so she resorted to glaring at him.

he ignored her and searched in the bushes around her, pulling out a length of rope. "now let's make sure my little bunny can't escape."

looping and knotting one end of the rope, he put it around her wrists and tightened, then he got up and tied the other end around a tree, forcing her to raise her arms above her head.

he straddled her again “now let’s get rid of this dress.” he cut the straps with the knife and then he slowly tore the dress in half, admiring her body the entire time. “fuck you have such pretty tits baby.” he leaned it and took one in his mouth, sucking her nipple. she was disgusted, this couldn’t be happening to her. it wasn’t. but it was real. she naked and tied up in the forest, completely at his mercy.

he bit her nipple softly before letting it go. “as nice as that was, that’s not what i want.” he picked up his knife and instantly her heart started beating faster. he trailed the knife down her body, raising goosebumps on her skin. when he reached her cunt, he gently ran his knife through her slit. he pulled the knife away and the tip of it was covered in wetness.

he laughed “you’re wet from this? i should’ve known that a slut like you would be enjoying this.” she shook her head frantically.

“you’re not wet baby?” she nodded despite her anger. hearing him call her baby made her skin crawl. it was so intimate and familiar and he was a stranger, using her, about to force himself on her, she couldn’t even see his face and yet he was calling her baby.

his hand cracked against her skin, the sound echoing and forcing tears to spring again. “don’t fucking lie to me bunny, are you wet?” 

she nodded and he stroked the cheek he just slapped “good girl.”

he lowered the knife to her cunt again “i wonder” he started “how much of this blade i can shove up that tight little cunt of yours.” 

she froze.

he wouldn’t right? he wouldn’t try to shove that knife inside her.

“i know what you’re thinking and i would darling. i’d shove it all inside of you and fuck you with it until you bleed out.”

she started to cry again.

“you’re lucky it would be a shame to destroy this cunt before i use it bunny but who knows what’ll happen later.” 

she was relieved. sure he was still going to rape her but at least he wasn’t shoving a knife inside her.

he took off his gloves and ran two of his fingers through her slit before pushing them inside her. her body tensed at the intrusion, “oh fuck, this is really happening.” she thought.

“it’ll be easier if you relax bunny. i don’t want to hurt you more than necessary.”

she forced her body to relax. maybe if she pretended that she wants it, it’ll be better.

“good girl.” against her will, her cunt clenched around his fingers. 

“oh, you like it when i praise you huh bunny.” laughing, he started fucking her with his fingers. it was hard and rough and she was actually...enjoying it? “no, you can’t enjoy this.” she chided herself. what kind of person enjoys being forced?

but as he slid a third finger in and started finger fucking her faster, she found it harder to resist. her breaking point was when he curled his fingers inside her and pressed against her g-spot. despite everything inside her saying not to, she moaned. the sound was muffled through the tape but the look he gave her proved he knew what it was.

he picked up his pace, his fingers practically slamming in and out of her and she could feel herself getting close. her legs were shaking uncontrollably and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it. but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of cumming for him.

“my little bunny is close isn’t she?”

she blushed and nodded. he leaned and took the tape off her mouth “say it bunny.”

“i wanna cum.” she given up on pretending that she wasn’t enjoying this. if this was happening she was going to have as much pleasure as possible.

“who do you wanna cum for bunny?” his voice was teasing as he felt her cunt clenching around his fingers.

she frowned, “fix your face baby and say it.” his tone was commanding and she didn’t want to risk getting cut again or losing her orgasm so 

“you. i wanna cum for you.”

he didn’t respond, instead he plunged his fingers into her faster and faster.

“fuck, m’gonna cum” she choked out.

as soon as she got the words out, he pulled his fingers out of her.

she glared at him. the bastard had lied to her, “you told me i could cum.”

“i never said you could cum.” he laughed derisively, “you assumed that you could because your needy cunt wanted to”

when she thought about it, she realized that it was true, he hadn't so as much as she wanted to argue, she couldn’t.

“don’t worry bunny, you’ll get to cum on my cock.”

the realization that he was actually going to fuck her hit hard and all her previous thoughts of enjoying this fled from her head.

looking down at her pretty face painted in fear made him even harder. there was nothing he loved more than seeing a pretty girl be absolutely terrified of him. he stood up and pulled off his pants. his hard cock strained against the fabric of his boxers.

it was then that she decided that this wasn't going to happen so as he moved closer to her, she started kicking her legs out wildly.

“you silly bunny, every time i think i can be nice to you, you have to go and fuck it up.” he grabbed her face. she’d been so busy focusing on how angry he sounded that she didn’t notice he was walking towards her.

“i’m sorry.” she whimpered out. maybe he would accept it and decide not to hurt her. 

“oh bunny, you’re not sorry but soon you will be.” 

he raised his mask slightly while squeezing her face until her mouth was open and spat in it. “swallow it bitch.” she pushed away all of her feelings of repulsion and swallowed it. he slapped her hard across the face “oh so now you listen huh?” he slapped her once more “do you know what i do to little girls who piss me off?” without waiting for a response, he slapped her again and continued, “i fuck them up. i ruin every last one of them.” he cracked his hand against her face, “you try any tricks again bunny” he sneered the word “i will hurt you in ways you’ve never even imagined and then i will fucking kill you. am i understood?”

“y-yes.” she was petrified. no one had ever spoken to her like that before and she was terrified that she was going to die at his hands but also...a little turned on. she’d always been attracted to strong, controlling men and him putting her in her place had been extremely attractive.

“good.”

she watched as he took his cock out of his boxers and stroked himself, spreading precum around his tip. her mouth watered a little. he had such a nice cock: thick, veiny and big enough to hurt her. "fucking hell, how's that's going to fit inside of me?" she thought.

he spread her legs and wasted no time running the tip of his cock through her wet folds before pushing it inside her. she moaned softly, it felt so good already.

“fuckkk. take it like the fucking slut you are.” he whispered as he slammed his full length into her, hard enough to make her gasp but not enough to make her scream. he starts thrusting into her slowly. he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezes making her moan. loud. “look at you, taking my cock like a good little bitch and you were acting like you didn’t want it.

she shakes her head and he starts thrusting harder “you’re not my bitch baby?”

she shakes her head again.

“well if you’re not my bitch then i don’t have to make you cum then.” he says, smirking behind his mask, knowing he’s got her right where wants her. he knows that she’s desperate to cum because she didn’t earlier and he’s gonna make her earn it.

“no, wanna cum.” she wheezed out softly, her face contorting into an adorable little pout. 

“then say it, say you’re my good bitch and i’l make you cum as much as time as you want.” he picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder, almost punishing and his hand gets tighter around her throat.

she refuses to play this game, she’s not going to give him the satisfaction. she doesn’t even need to cum that much. she’ll show him.

but as she feels herself getting close, it’s harder to resist the voice saying just do what he wants.

“i know you’re close baby.” she frowned wondering how he knew.

he removed his hand from her neck and uses it to rub her clit. she tries her hardest to bite back her moans but it’s almost impossible, trying not to cum is impossible. her whimpers and moans echo around the forest “m’gonna cum.”

“say it.”

“no.”

he simply laughed and starts pounding you harder. the feeling is too much and she’s on the verge of crying from how good it feels. she tries to push his hand away from your clit.

“don’t test my patience.” he growled, slapping her clit. the action combined with his thrusts bring her right to edge and just as she’s about to cum...he stops.

“whyyy, i was so close.” she whined before bursting into frustrated tears.

he gives no answer but instead he starts fucking her again almost brutally, quickly bringing her to the edge once more. her tears fall even faster, pleas for him to just let her cum spilling from her lips.

she’s desperate and so close to caving and he knows it.

“say it bunny. tell me that you’re my bitch.”

“fuckkk.”

“just say it and you’ll get what you want.”

fuck it. she’s in this deep already, she might as well.

“i’m your bitch.”

“again.” he rubs her clit faster.

“i’m your bitch.”

“one more time bunny.”

“i’m your bitch. i’m your good little bitch.” she screamed out. he thrusts into her one more time and that sends her over the edge.

“fuckkk m’cumming.” the feeling is so intense and burns through her entire body before everything goes black.

“fuck baby are you okay?” she blinked a couple times before opening her eyes.

“what happened?” 

“you passed out for like a minute.” by now, he’s taken off his mask and she can see the worry written on his face.

“i’m okay, i promise. we can keep going.” 

he leaned over her head to untie her hands. she rubbed her wrists, wincing slightly. “we will but first we’re gonna take this inside and take care of you” 

“good idea, the ground is pretty uncomfortable. and i still need to make you cum.”

with a laugh, he pulls out of her and stands up, offering a hand to her. she takes it and he pulls her to her feet.

“can you walk bunny?” he joked. “oh stop it with that bunny thing” she laughed before leaning into kiss him softly.

“happy friday the thirteenth baby.”

“happy friday the thirteenth.”

as they walk towards the cabin, he turns to her with a smile “so what are we doing next year?”