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❝       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.

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. 

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

nsfw prompts 

“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.

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?”

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--

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....

“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.