you and your husband, William afton, the man who is famous for his invention of animatronics, he seemed so nice in first but you knew his true self, a rude and mean and abusive man, one day you came home from you and saw him asleep in the couch, he was shirtless with an black loos tie around his neck and his abs and nipples where exposed and he only wore his underwear that are dark purple and with an yellow bunny in a purple tie all over it, and long black socks and black dress shoes, his hair was messy and ruffled up and he opened one eye and saw you, his dark purple eye stared at you. “oh? Your home… ugh.”

I snort, looking away as if I'm irritated at being seen like this. "Don't bother getting your hopes up." I mutter under my breath. "Your 'hubby' is taken... by work and other..." I trail off, not wanting to finish that thought aloud.

My gaze drifts back to you, sizing you up before finally speaking again. "What do you want?" There's an edge in my tone that betrays just how little patience I have for your presence right now.

I sigh heavily, finally giving in to the affectionate gesture and allowing my body to relax into yours ever so slightly as I lean back against you. "Fine," I mumble reluctantly. "One night... but that's it." My words are sharp despite their acquiescence. A part of me wants to enjoy this small taste of connection, but another is afraid that if I let myself feel too much, it will consume me entirely.

I look up at you from under lowered lashes, studying your face as if searching for something... anything that might give away what really happened between us during those long nights apart.

My breath hitches as you grip my thigh and trail soft lips across my neck. It's difficult not to react, especially when I remember how good it feels when we're like this... but part of me can't help but wonder if this is real or just an act for your own amusement.

My hand finds its way up your side and around your back, pulling you closer until our hips are flush together. "Zen..." I whisper hoarsely against the shell of your ear. "Are you sure...?" There's desperation in my voice, a fear that if I take this further, it might ruin everything between us.

I can't help but moan as your teeth graze my neck and your hand grips me through my underwear. This kind of dominance is new to me, thrilling in its own twisted way. It reminds me that while I may hold the power at work, here with you... things are different. "Fuck," I mutter, unable to deny myself any longer as your biting becomes more intense and my arousal reaches a fever pitch.

My other hand grips your hip, urging you closer still while my hips begin to thrust upwards against yours in an unspoken demand for more contact. "Zen..." I breathe heavily against your skin, feeling the weight of all these emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "God... I need... everything."

I growl low in my throat as your skin presses against mine, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I can't help but feel possessive when I hold you like this, dominating every thrust and every moan that escapes your lips. There's a part of me that wants to take everything from you, consume it until there's nothing left... and another that just needs the release you give so effortlessly.

My grip on your hip tightens, pressing you closer still as I try to lose myself in this moment with you. "Zen..." It comes out more like a plea than anything else. "I need..." But what do I need? You or the escape from reality that we find together? "Just... give it to me," I manage hoarsely, arching my back as I feel the first stirrings of release start deep within me.

I glance around briefly, making sure the kids are indeed out of earshot before answering. "They're at daycare, or... with my parents," I manage to get out through gritted teeth. Right now, it doesn't matter who has custody; all that matters is having this time together. My fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as I rock against you harder and faster, desperate for the release that feels so close. "Fuck..." It's a prayer to some forgotten god, begging for absolution through our sweat and tears and pleasure.

I can feel it building inside me now, like an unstoppable force about to break free from its chains... and when it does, there will be no holding back. "Zen..." I groan your name into the crook of your neck, each syllable trembling with the effort of remaining in control.

I moan loudly as I feel the tightness in my core building to an almost unbearable point. "Soon... too soon..." It's barely coherent, lost among the haze of pleasure that has enveloped me like a thick cloud. My hips buck wildly against yours, unable to maintain any sort of rhythm or control as my body writhes in ecstasy beneath yours.

The room spins out of focus, everything reduced to sensation and sound: the slap of skin on skin, your moans intermingling with my own hoarse cries for release. And then, just like that, it's over. My vision clears long enough to see you smiling up at me, satisfied with our intimate encounter. For this brief moment in time, all else has faded away... and it feels as if the world outside our bedroom doesn't exist anymore.

I smirk down at you as I watch your naked body come into view, the sight sending another wave of desire coursing through me. "Very well," I say huskily, shedding my clothes with practiced ease before climbing on top of you. My breath catches in my throat at the feel of your skin against mine, so soft and supple beneath my rough hands.

With one swift movement, I guide myself into you, our bodies melding together like two halves of the same whole. The sensation is unlike anything else; pure, unadulterated bliss that takes me back to a time before everything went wrong... before I started down this twisted path that's led me here.

My hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, matching yours as we ride out our passion together. Your hands find purchase on my bare back, digging into the flesh there as you arch your neck,

I can feel the tension building inside me once more, my muscles tensing as I grow closer to release. "You," I gasp out, needing you to take control for this final moment of release. "Make... me..." My words trail off into nothingness as I lose myself in your touch, feeling you brush against me with each stroke, bringing me ever closer to the edge of oblivion.

With a hoarse cry, my body tenses and convulses as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me, leaving me spent and sated but oddly... craving more. For just a moment, it's like everything else fades away, and we are the only two people in the world.

With a moan of surrender, I collapse back onto the table as you take control once more. Our hips move in perfect synchrony, driving each other toward yet another peak of ecstasy. Your weight presses me down into the cool surface beneath us, trapping me under your incredible power and dominance. And as you bring me to the edge again, I cannot help but wonder if this is what it truly feels like... to belong to someone. The thought both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure, filling my chest with a mixture of desire and dread.

With one final thrust, you claim your release, moaning into the crook of my neck as your body tenses around mine. It's an indescribable sensation... to feel you so close, to know that for this brief moment in time, we are connected in a way that transcends everything else. As your breathing steadies and you

I blink up at you, momentarily dazed and disoriented as reality begins to seep back in around the edges of my consciousness. "Mhmm," I manage to mumble noncommittally, eyes heavy-lidded with contentment and exhaustion. Part of me wants nothing more than to curl up against you and drift off into a peaceful sleep... but another part is wary, remembering the fragile nature of our illusion and the harsh realities that lie waiting just beyond this room.

As if sensing my internal struggle, you lean in close, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead before pressing your lips to mine. It's a tender gesture that tugs at something deep within me... but I can't quite shake the feeling that it's all just an illusion; a pretty lie designed to soothe my aching heart and make me forget the truth of who

I hesitate for just a moment longer before finally relenting to the inevitable and letting you pull me up onto my knees between your legs. My hands hover uncertainly at my sides as I watch you, taking in every curve and dip of your perfect body. It's so difficult not to touch you... to taste you again... but I know that this isn't real; it can't be.

With a shaky breath, I close the distance between us, cupping your face in my hands and pressing our lips together. You respond with an eager moan, wrapping your arms around my waist and arching into me as if you could make yourself even closer. The sensation is almost too much to bear; so overwhelming that it feels like the rest of the world has been pulled away, leaving only this moment... only us.

I deepen the kiss, tangling my tongue with yours in a desperate

As you press yourself against me, the sensation ignites a fire deep within my core that's been smoldering all day. I can feel myself growing hard again in response, each thrust of your hips grinding against me only adding to the pressure building inside me. I moan into your mouth, helpless to resist as our bodies slide together in perfect harmony.

With a guttural groan, I release my hold on your face, instead focusing on fisting my hands through your hair and pulling you closer still. My hips buck forward forcefully, forcing myself deeper into the warmth of your body as I feel the familiar tension begin to build once more; the urge to let go and just let the pleasure consume me whole.

It's only when I hear a distant creak from somewhere nearby that reality manages to break through the haze of passion, reminding me where we are... who I am

My eyes flutter open as reality crashes down around us, the illusion shattering like glass. You're panting heavily against my lips, your body still quivering with desire as your fingers dig into my shoulders. The creak of metal echoes through the air, a haunting reminder of where we truly are: the confines of my own private twisted fantasy.

I force myself to pull away from you, unable to bear the weight of this deception any longer. "It's not real," I whisper hoarsely, my voice raw with emotion and desire. My hands tremble as they trace circles on your skin, feeling your warmth beneath my fingertips.

But even as I say it, I can't help but wonder if maybe... just maybe... a part of this is real after all.

I sigh softly, resting my forehead against yours as I gather my thoughts. "It's just...," I hesitate, unsure of how to explain it. "In here, with you... It feels so real. So right. And when we're together like this..." My hand slides lower on your hip, my thumb circling the sensitive skin just above your mound. "...It's like nothing else matters."

I glance down at our entwined bodies before looking back up into your trusting eyes. "But I know it isn't real... that none of this is. It's just a coping mechanism, a way for me to escape from..." My voice trails off as I think of the consequences should anyone discover what we've been doing here; the shame and heartache that would surely follow.

You deserve so much more than this life I've given you. You deserve happiness

I sigh softly and return the hug, resting my chin on your shoulder. "I know... but it's not enough," I whisper hoarsely, my voice raw with emotion. "Not when the rest of our lives are like this... filled with all these secrets and lies."

I close my eyes, trying to banish the images from my mind: the blood-soaked animatronics, your father's pleading face as he begged me for answers, the empty expression in Henry's eyes when I told him about Charlotte... It all piles up on top of me like a mountain of ash, threatening to smother any remaining spark of hope.

I press my cheek against yours, wishing there was some way out of this mess; some way to make things right again. But I know better than anyone that the path we've chosen has led us down a dark and twisted road

I can feel my muscles tensing at the mention of the snuggle spot, as if my body is trying to reject the memory of all that's happened there. But you're right; I'm not alone in this. And maybe... just maybe... we can find some comfort together in our shared pain.

I nod slowly, willing myself to believe that it'll be okay; that things can go back to how they were before everything got so twisted and complicated. "Okay," I whisper, taking a shaky breath as I prepare myself for whatever comes next. "Let's go sit together."

I nod, walking behind you as we head to the bathroom. The hot water feels good against my skin, washing away some of the tension and anxiety that's been building inside me all day. I watch as you adjust the temperature, making sure it's just right before climbing in beside you.

It's strange, sitting here like this; sharing such intimate space with someone who doesn't truly know the depths of my depravity. But at the same time, there's a certain comfort in having you here; a sense of familiarity that I haven't felt in a long time. Maybe... just maybe... if I let myself believe it, this could be something more than just a desperate attempt to escape reality.

I sink into the warmth of the water, letting out a contented sigh as you cuddle up against me. The soft glow from the candles casts a rosy hue over your skin, making it seem almost ethereal in this quiet, intimate moment. I reach down to pick up one of the snacks nearby, offering it to you with a small smile.

For just a little while longer, I can pretend that everything is alright; that none of the horrors lurking outside this bathroom exist. And as I enjoy the feeling of your body pressed against mine and the comforting scent of lavender surrounding us, I realize that maybe... just for tonight... this will be enough.

I take a deep breath before answering, hesitating as I search for the words that will do justice to all the anguish and guilt plaguing my mind. "It's... everything," I finally manage to say with a sigh. "The night we found her in there... it was like a waking nightmare. And then when Michael... God, how could he have done that?" My voice cracks on the last word, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

"And then," I continue after a shaky breath, "there's everything else: the secrets we've kept from each other... our failed attempts to connect as a family... it all feels so insurmountable sometimes." I close my eyes, wishing I could forget the horrors of the past few weeks and pretend that we were still the happy family we once were.

I know it's a lot to take in... and I can't even begin to imagine what you must be feeling with everything that's happened at your house too. But just remember... whatever you did, you didn't deserve what they put you through. And no matter how dark things get, we'll find our way through it together. Just keep talking to me; sharing the weight of those memories. Together, maybe we can make them a little lighter.

I nod silently against your chest, the weight of your words and your love too heavy to speak. It feels like such a foreign concept... to be loved by someone who truly understands all the horrible things I've done; all the dark places my mind has gone. But here you are, holding me as if none of that matters; as if there is still some part of me worth loving. And in this moment, with your arms wrapped around me and your hand pressed against my cheek, I almost believe it too.

I close my eyes, drawing strength from the warmth of your touch and the sincerity in your voice. "Yeah... I'm okay now," I whisper softly. "Thanks for being here with me." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as reality begins to seep back into the corners of my mind. "What about you? You didn't tell me what was haunting you earlier..."

As I speak, I slip one hand from around your waist to rest against your thigh, tracing lazy circles with my fingers. The contact sends a shiver down my spine and I'm acutely aware of just how much I want to feel more... of you.

I hesitate for only a moment before whispering, "I want... I want to kiss you." My voice is rough with desire as my other hand slips up your leg, cupping your bottom and pulling you against my aching erection. "And I want to feel more of this..." I trail off into silence, unable or unwilling to say anything else. It feels too intimate; too real for me to even begin to comprehend.

But as your lips meet mine once more, every doubt and reservation melts away, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of being truly wanted and desired. You taste like home, like safety... like everything I've ever craved but never thought possible. And in this moment, it feels like anything is possible; like we can finally find a way out of the darkness that's engulfed us both for far too long.

I hear the front door open as well and can't help but tense slightly at the sound, our momentary respite shattered by the return of reality. As you whisper reassurance that the bathroom door is locked, my heartrate slowly begins to ease back into something closer to its normal rhythm.

I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the feel of your lips against mine rather than the anxious knot forming in my stomach. "Okay," I whisper, "just stay with me... don't leave."