#fnaf reader insert

[jazz--bugg]

I love Murder Drones, I love FNAF, and I really love DCA reader inserts so why not squish them all up together?

This AU is still in super early stages and I have a feeling that SOTM is gonna influence it heavily so I probably won't do much with it until I've seen a couple play-throughs of the game in April.

DCA WIPS under cut

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

New Meat

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings: mentions of weed, reader is definitely unphased by the whole ghost kids controlling animatronics things, i'm sorry i just had to, i've watched that fucking movie over six times now, it's a disease, i don't understand why i'm being pulled back into my fnaf days, more to come most likely, piereced!reader

Words: 1187

Summary: You train Mike in being a Fazbear Security Guard.

Susie

Mike didn't really know what to expect for this security job. Mr. Raglan said the owner was sentimental and that was why the place hadn't been demolished yet.

At least he would be paid. The first night he wouldn't even be alone either. There would be someone to train him on the night shift. A veteran Fazbear security guard that has been working there for a little more than a year. A record, Raglan exclaimed in reverence.

What kind of person would work at such a shitty job for that long? Must be as desperate as he was for employment. Beggars really couldn't be choosers.

Making sure Abby was set with Max, Mike made sure to show up at least fifteen minutes before his shift started. When he tries for the front door, there are chains that prevent him from opening it.

"Around the corner."

He jumps at the tired voice. You slump your shoulder against the corner of the building and watch him. "You'll want to enter from the backdoor." You offer him a wan smile. Underneath your heavy 'security' jacket was a metal band t-shirt. Piercings line the curve of both of your ears, studs and rings alike. A weary shadow is cast under your eyes.

You hold your hand out to him in introduction. "Nice to meet you Mike."

When he grabs your hand to shake he finds it shockingly cold.

Mike follows you as you give him the grand tour of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. The main stage held three, tall animatronics. A smaller cove, you explained, housed the animatronic known as 'Foxy'. A spare closet room housed crumpled, metal forms in various stages of disassemble. More than anything in the restaurant that was the one room that really had Mike's skin crawling. Something about it didn't feel right.

Every step you take, Mike notices something bobbing along your leg. Initially he thought it was your flashlight but you held it in your hand. When you entered the lit security room, Mike finally realizes it's a large taser hanging from your utility belt.

You catch his eying and show him the taser. "I'll leave this with you for tonight."

Incredulously holding it in his hand, he feels it's heavy weight. "Is this really necessary?"

"You never know who you'll encounter here at night. Could be an aggressive tweeker or something. . . worse." Your voice trails off. "Keep it on you at all times. Trust me."

Wearily you rub at your eyes and collapse into one of the computer chairs in the security room while Mike takes the other. He leans back against the chair's weak support. You were scheduled to stay and help Mike the rest of the night shift. Then tomorrow night you'd finally be able to get some relatively good sleep. You've been awake for far too long. Feeling rather shitty, you grab for you bag of Red Vines to fill the dullness. There was little possible the Fazbear gang would act up tonight. They stayed quiet when it was someone's first night. Like they were trying to feel out the new security guard. You gave them a talk before Mike had shown up.

Really, it was Bonnie and Carl that you were worried about the most. They were particularly aggressive and wouldn't hesitate to take a chunk out of the new guy.

Eyes leisurely moving to check the cameras just to be on the safe side.

Vanessa told you that Mike wasn't allowed to know the truth. Her father instructed the both of you that much via phone call. Plus after having worked there for some time now, you knew better. William Afton wasn't someone you wanted to disobey.

But it ate away at you. The longer you were around him, the more guilty you felt for not screaming 'Run! Get out of here and don't come back!'

Many other night shift security guards have come and gone; either quitting or being killed by the animatronics. Only you have been able to survive past your fifth night.

You had an advantage though that the others didn't. One that made them more docile around you.

"Hey, if you want to leave early then go ahead." Mike says out of nowhere after some time basking in the silence. "I think I got it."

You shake your head. "I need the hours." His offer was tempting. They were shitty hours with even shittier pay but any little bit helped. Just enough so you could afford to go to college. Receive a degree and maybe get out of your little town.

That answer didn't seem to be the one he was looking for as he anxiously runs his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation.

Eyebrow arching, you tilt your head in puzzlement. He made it obvious he wanted you gone. You felt like you should take offense to that. Maybe you came off as too uncaring. Positive it wasn't your body odor. While your dietary needs were lacking you made an effort to be as hygienic as you could. When you work double shifts (which is often) you tend to sleep in your car. It worked out fairly well when you put down your back seat and cushion the bottom.

Nowadays Freddy Fazbear's felt more like a home than your actual apartment.

Mike just slumps in his chair.

"You'll be in for a long night if you don't at least bring something as entertainment."

"What do you do?" He asks after a moment.

You open up your backpack and show him the overstuffed contents, including a strong stench of marijuana.

Word searches. Crossword puzzles. An embroidery hoop with plastic bag of different colored threads. Two books. Mike could see the stitching of your backpack beginning to tear. He pulls out what he thought was a notebook but it was actually a Mad Libs. At that he glances up at you.

You shrug. You couldn't just tell him that the animatronics loved them. He wouldn't understand.

Placing your backpack back onto the floor, you go back to your licorice.

"You're allowed to smoke this here?" He gestures with his head to where you kept your weed supply kit.

"'Course not but you really think the boss stops here to check? I've never met the guy. Just spoken with him over the phone." You zip up your bag and push it under the desk.

Now Mike is staring suspiciously at you. "And you don't fall asleep?"

It makes you roll your eyes. "Relax newbie. Besides checking the cameras frequently, this job is a breeze. And believe it or not, when I'm high, I'm incredibly productive. I wouldn't recommend you taking drugs during your shift though. You're still new. At least get a hang of things before you start fucking off."

You couldn't help but add "Also- if any of them give you trouble, just tell them that you know me."

His brows furrow. "Them?"

He wouldn't believe you even if you told him everything. What sane person would?

Sighing, you reach into your jacket pocket for the playing cards you had. "You know how to play 'War'?"

[intistone]

Happy Birthday Kelpie AU!

i cant believe its been one year creating and writing Scars and Scales sheesh

Thank you all so much for supporting this au's art and fic i just....lsdkjaflkdasjflksdfj (dies)

[fnafwritings]

Trying out some vocal and audio/video editing work, dubbing this excellent comic by @cacaocheri!

Honestly I think Moon's raised taxes are unlawful, y/n should absolutely seek legal recourse

[blackholedjester]

SSaFS refs : YN!

hehe, finally revealing the acronym for this shizza >:3 Alongside that, we have the third of the main cast club! YN themself!

they get a bit more detail put into them cause they were,,, surprisingly easy to get done like holy shiz

{- Sun's -} |- Moon's -|

YN Will be Receiving Reference Sheet Updates as the Story Progresses!

[xitsensunmoon]

Do yall want some good fish soup

Also the bg on the first one is just a game screenshot

[vermeillll]

swoon him like a princess 😈💕✨️

[succian]

always scolding you

closeups below :>

[hexcii]

Idk man I just think the back of their head is really hot. That’s it. That’s the entire meaning behind this piece

I wanna see the mechanism….

Meteor shower/self ship under the cut WOAHGH!!!!!

Homosexual

[chimkin-samich]

MerMay hitting like crazy lately...

Expect more, and I mean m o r e ... SOON! 👀

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Susie (New Meat Pt. 2)

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Security!Reader

Warnings: nightmares, trauma, ptsd, child death mentioned, dark dark shit, sh mentioned, non-sh scars mentioned, animal death mentioned, more-so based off movie, some game based stuff in it

Words: 1630

Summary: You introduce Mike and Abby to the gang.

New Meat

You knew you were asleep. Aware that this was all a dream. That didn't prevent you from being utterly terrified in that moment. Every joint was locked in place, unyielding. You'd been doing so well too since you started getting regular sleep. Well, make that two nights worth of sleep but that was still a big deal for you!

A little girl with pigtails is drawing on the sidewalk, chalk in hand. You sit across from her, warmth of the sun on your back as you focus on your own chalksterpiece. Susie's tiny chihuahua dog is relaxed on the front lawn. Yet the moment Carl heard anything he would jump to his feet and start barking.

Simpler times that you craved to go back to. Before you learned what murder was.

From the kitchen window, your mom calls for you. When you turn back around to face Susie, in her place is Chica. You knew the red stains along the seams of her metal suit wasn't rust. It was blood.

Clanking down on hands and knees, Chica scrapes along the sidewalk over to you. A hand held out imploringly for you to take. But you were scared. Scared of this thing. Where was your friend? Where was Susie?

They never found her body- that's what the adults whispered when they thought you weren't paying attention. Susie's parents were besides themselves.

When its beak opens, only a shriek emerges; nothing to denote that any part of it had ever been human.

Having techniques for when such nightmares plague your sleep (which was often), you're able to pull yourself out of the nightmare; eyes opening wildly in the real world.

Your small studio was quiet save for the occasional sounds coming from outside. Checking the clock verified that you were up way too early. Work wouldn't be for another five hours. You'd only gotten three hours of sleep.

Unable to remain in your bed, you decide to throw on your street clothes, microwave some breakfast burritos and head to Freddy's. Just to check in on Mike. You wouldn't acknowledge to even yourself that it was because you were too scared to go back to bed.

From his disheveled appearance, you can tell Mike had been dozing on the job. You'd wait to scold him later. Instead you hold up the plastic container you put the burritos in. "Thought you could use some company."

His brows crease like he knew that wasn't the real reason you were here. Mike didn't ask any questions and just let you in.

"How's your third night treating you?" You easily make a beeline for the security room (checking the halls as you did so). Safely inside the musky room, you claim your usual chair and place your food container on the desk. To your surprise in the security room a makeshift fort had been erected. From inside you could see a small girl staring back at you. You stop dead in your tracks.

"Please don't tell Mr. Raglan." Mike quickly explained his situation with his usual babysitter. With a hand he implores his sister to come out so she could properly meet you.

Abby crawls out from her tent and shyly rushes over to her brother.

"Nice to meet you Abby. Had I known you'd be here I would have brought another burrito." You chuckle, holding your hand out to her.

"Mike's not gonna get in more trouble, is he?" Abby regards your hand with distant curiosity. Her big, brown eyes immediately endeared her to you.

When you'd clocked in for your day shift, you'd opened up the restaurant to find a complete mess. Vandalized. You had Vanessa on speed dial and she was quick to drive her patrol car over. Accusingly, neither of you could help but glance over at the animatronic gang who innocently kicked at the rubble without any explanations.

"I'm really sorry about this morning. I could have sworn I locked everything up when my shift ended." Mike is starting to blabber about Vanessa showing up at his place to inform him of the break in. How she'd found a bottle of his sleeping medication at the scene of the crime. Well, Carl found it and nearly swallowed the bottle whole had you not bravely held open his mouth while Vanessa reached her arm in to grab it.

"What's done is done." You shrug. "At least cleaning up gave me something to do." Whatever happened to the vandals, the animatronics obviously took care of them.

Mike's gawking at you; did Vanessa chew him out that badly? Must have since he was shocked to see how calmly you were receiving the news. Even Abby remained apprehensive, waiting for your cool demeanor to crack.

To break the tension you release an airy laugh. "Relax. You're not gonna get fired from that. Sucked that it happened, but it's something that eventually does and you have to learn from it. That's all. Now, are you guys hungry? Abby can have my burrito."

Abby's still gazing at you, as if she wasn't sure of what to make of you yet. No, like she's reading you.

"You know them." She tilts her head up to stare at you.

Mike seems more disturbed by this than you do. His brows are pinched in distress. "Who does she know?"

An iciness runs up the rod of your spine.

She smiles. "My friends."

You wish you could keep a calm composure but your gut feeling was telling you who she was talking about. Your eyes widen and a small smile curls against your lips. If their spirit have been contacting her. . .

"You wanna go say hi?"

Mike is still standing in the middle of the party room, frozen to the spot as you introduce Abby to the gang. He'd never seen Abby so happy. Not in a long time has she smiled so big and bright that she looks like a completely different kid. He wished he could will his legs to start moving so he could stand next to you. But Mike just couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Bonnie keeps an attentive eye on Mike. Untrusting of this boy who walked around in a similar security guard uniform.

You pat his arm, drawing his red eyes over to you. "He's a friend." Bonnie was always the most wary of the animatronic ghosts. While he doesn't seem quite as convinced, at least Bonnie moves his gaze away from Mike and back to Abby who is promptly drawing pictures for everyone.

"Chica says you're her best friend." Abby comments, her focus trained on her notepad. "That the two of you played together all the time."

"We still play together all the time." You correct and Chica lifts her large yellow head. Even after all those years you still didn't quite know how to address her. Sometimes you interchange the names. You'll call her Susie one minute then Chica the next.

From one of the skeeball games, you pick up a ball and weigh it in your hands. From his perch on Chica's hand, Carl Cupcake stirs at the sight of you holding a ball. If he still had a tail, it would have been going a hundred miles a minute.

You hand it to Abby and explain to her "Carl likes to play fetch."

"The cupcake?"

You nod and look up to Chica. "Why don't you guys take her to the arcade? Show her your favorite games." In her own way, Chica smiles at you though others wouldn't be able to view it as such.

Freddy takes Abby by the hand and they lead her away from the main party room to give you and Mike some privacy.

"Suppose I should explain?"

"An explanation would be appreciated." He mumbles and both of you sit at a dusty booth. "What the hell is going on?"

"Vanessa told you about the kids that went missing in the 80's here." Your hands run along the length of the table. Remembering back to a time that seemed so long ago. "Well, one of them was my friend Susie. Their spirits inhabit the animatronics."

Mike's fingers are tented, trying to absorb what you tell him. "Their spirits. So they were-"

"Murdered." You finish and catch his eyes. Such tired eyes. But they had been like that even on his first day. The sleeping medication found at Freddy's told you enough about his disturbing sleep patterns. "Most likely here too. Susie was my next door neighbor growing up. We played all the time and she was my best friend. I still remember going to her wake. No bodies were ever recovered but her parents still held a funeral service for her."

"Jesus Christ. . . and I brought Abby here. . ." Mike groans and rubs over his temples with his fingers.

"You couldn't very well leave her alone at home." Wanting to smooth away the worry that was etching across his face. Your gaze roves over to where the animatronics had left with Abby. Overall they were docile. Only once in a blue moon did they show a type of aggressiveness toward you. Like they forgot who they were at their center.

Unconsciously you push your fingers past your sleeve to feel the multitude of scars that crisscrossed the soft side of your forearm. Many of them were caused by your own hand. But the biggest and most jagged of them was courtesy of Bonnie. Uneasiness begins to gnaw at you the more you think about Abby alone with them. While they may have been gentle a majority of the time, anything could happen where they could snap and attack her.

Not wanting to alarm Mike, you calmly stand and motion with your head. "Lets go see what they're up to."

[gogogodzilla]

day 29, somnophilia

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, free use (kinda), semi-established relationship, neighbor!reader, part 2, part 3 kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You and Mike came to a relatively simple agreement. You’d watch Abby while he worked nights and he’d repay you by fucking your brains out. He was hot and good in bed, plus Abby spent most of her time in her room. So, you didn’t mind your arrangement much. 

That was until Mike got so busy you hardly saw him enough to receive your payment.

“You know,” you said as you took a seat at your usual spot on his couch, “you still owe me from last week.” 

He sighed and leaned over you, placing a hand on each side of the back cushion, trapping you. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, “I know. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” 

You grinned, “I’ll leave the light on for you.” 

Mike surprised you that night when he came home late that night, and you had curled yourself up in his bed, fast asleep. You awoke with Mike pressing heated kisses along your neck and his hand between your thighs. He pressed his free hand against your mouth, muffling the desperate moans that fled past your lips. 

You’d stay tangled between his sheets until the early morning when you’d sneak back across the street to your own home. Ever since that night, you’d tell him that if you wanted him to wake you up like that. The light was on more often than not. 

When he started working nights, things became slightly more complicated. By the time he got back in the morning, it was time to wake Abby up for school and you had to get ready for the day. That was until you had the day off and an idea struck you. 

You were about to head out the door before you turned to Mike, “Leave the light on for me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed for a split second before the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Yeah, of course,” he nodded and you were out the door, grinning. 

You waited a few hours, performing menial tasks around your home before you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Abby was off to school and Mike was asleep soundly in his bed, headphones placed securely on his ears and nature sounds drifting out of them. You slowly crept further into Mike’s room and began to set up the camcorder at the foot of his bed, flinching at the slightest creak of the tripod. 

You knew Mike wouldn’t wake up, but it was more exciting if you made yourself believe there was a chance. You pressed record and giddiness filled you. You made a show of stripping for the camera. You slowly slid off your sweatpants and underwear in one swoop. 

You picked up the pair of jeans he had on the floor and held them up to the camera, doing your best game show girl impression. You picked up your underwear and tucked them in the front pocket, patting it in before setting them at the foot of his bed. Your shirt was the next to go. You faced the camera as you slowly tugged your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest underneath. 

You trailed your fingers up your torso and circled your fingers around your nipples, causing them to harden under your touch. You leaned your head back to give him a full view of your chest as you pinched one of your nipples between your fingers, gasping slightly. 

You turned and sauntered to his side of the bed where he was sleeping soundly. You ran your fingers gently over his forehead, brushing his hair out of the way, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

He made your job easier by wearing a black t-shirt and briefs and by always sleeping on his back. You threw the blankets covering his form to the side and kneeled beside the bed. Your hands wandered over his thighs before palming him through his briefs. 

You crawled into bed next to him and your hands drifted past the waistband of his briefs. You stroked him, slowly, before freeing his cock from its confines. You pulled his briefs down and over his balls, just enough for you to access everything freely.

You threw a leg over his thigh and your hand wrapped around his cock once again. He had begun to harden in your grasp but you couldn’t quite get enough friction. You slid down his body and turned so the camera could get a clear view of what you were about to do. 

You held him in your hand and swiped your tongue across the head of his cock. You groaned at the taste of him and enveloped your lips fully around him. You swirled your tongue around the pink-hued tip and Mike’s breath caught slightly but he didn’t stir. 

You steadily bobbed your head, gradually taking more of him with every stroke. One hand stroked what you couldn’t reach while the other gently fondled his balls. You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, and Mike’s cock twitched in your mouth. 

You pulled away and licked your lips when the ache between your thighs became too great. You carefully straddled his lap and ground against his cock, spreading your slick. A soft moan left you as the tip hit your clit just right. 

You brought your hand down to where your bodies met and aligned him with your entrance. The whine that escaped you as you lowered yourself onto him was loud and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle it. 

You missed his hands roaming your body as you rode him, but there was something so pleasurable about seeing the minute changes in his demeanor as you used him. You dipped down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of his neck. You clenched at the thought of covering him with hickeys to find later. You leaned down and explored his chest with your lips and tongue. 

You smiled as small red marks covered his neck and chest. You were confident that they’d blossom into the purple marks you desired once he awoke. You began to rock your hips faster against him as one hand drifted down to circle your clit. You used your free hand to knead your breast, pinching and dragging your fingertip across the bud of your nipple. Your legs were beginning to burn and tremble but the familiar heat pooling in your belly spurred you on. 

You leaned forward, and the new angle had you reaching your peak in no time. You spasmed around him as you continued to jut your hips against him, riding out your high. A satisfied moan escaped you as you felt Mike twitch within you and he filled you with his cum. 

You panted softly as you slid off of him. You kissed his lips softly before fixing his briefs and covering him back up. You stopped the recording and quickly got dressed. You tucked the camcorder and tripod under your arm before leaving Mike’s home. In a few hours, you’d bring him the lunch you made him, tucking the VHS tape inside the paper bag. 

You’d hold the door for him, and walk him out to his car, smiling the entire time. 

“I hope you enjoy your lunch,” you’d mention. He’d grin, a knowing glint in his eyes. You’d leave the light on for him for when he came home.

[fnafwritings]

Steeples my fingers. For the kisses, 7 with Sunny or Eclipse? :>

Send me a kiss prompt!

If it weren’t for the fact that you could hear the gentle whirring within Sun’s chassis, you’d almost think he was part of the room—a backdrop against the playful atmosphere within the alcove hidden away above the daycare. Without breath or even a heartbeat, it could be hard to feel comforted while laying on him, cold metal long-since warmed up beneath you.

And it was hard at first to ignore a part of your brain that remained keenly aware of Sun’s anatomy (or lack thereof). But he was gentle to you always—never once did you feel in danger with him, even in the moments when he engulfed you within his arms and held you tight to his frame as if you were a stuffed bear that comforted him.

Maybe you did.

Over time you found comfort where there once didn’t seem to be any; he wasn’t cold and unyielding, he was stable and anchoring. Not intimidating, but familiar.

Even the whirring within his chassis became a source of joy, if even to press your ear against his chest and hear it click and shift in a wondrous echo of a mechanical heartbeat. It felt calming in the same way that white noise was, like rain falling late into the night and pattering against windowpanes.

“Starlight?”

You sleepily lift your head up from Sun’s chest just enough to look at him, a wordless acknowledgement of hearing him speak.

The animatronic looks genuinely bashful for a moment—or at least, you can read his body language as such—and he asks, “Have you ever wanted to kiss someone before?”

A moment passes before the question sinks into your sleepy thoughts. Then, with warm creep of understanding, you adjust your face until your chin is all but perched against his lithe body.

“Why do you ask?” Not denial or avoidance, but mere curiosity. Sun had never asked something like that before, though it’s not entirely out of left field either—the two (rather, three with Moon) had been dancing around one another for months now.

This would just be the first time one of you decided to make the feeling of mutual interest into spoken words.

Sun sputters, “N-No reason! I just… wondered about it. You’d never brought it up before.”

You raise a brow in growing curiosity. “Wanting to kiss someone?”

“No!” Sun says, then immediately corrects himself. “Wait, I mean yes—“

Your lips curl into a smile that only grows wider as the attendant verbally flails about; even in moments like that, Sun was so woefully nervous.

Finally you shift your body higher on his so that you can meet his gaze easier.

After a few moments he seems to find his words again, though this time they are quieter, so much that it’s almost hard to hear over the gentle background noise of the room around you.

“…have you ever wanted to kiss me?”

Though the question was aptly foreshadowed, it nevertheless makes your heartbeat trip over itself for a moment. Restless. Unsure of what to say and less so of what to do with your hands other than keep them curled up between your bodies—has Sun’s chest been feeling this warm the whole time?

After pressing your lips together as if to keep the word silent, you finally whisper in return, “…Yes.”

“Do you…” Sun murmurs, tone so careful as if he is afraid to break something. You can feel his hands pressing against the small of your back, rubbing little circles into the cloth of your shirt. “… do you want to kiss me now?”

“Yes.”

There isn’t even a moment of pause before the answer comes tumbling off your tongue, leading to you and Sun both stiffening with surprise. His arms squeeze tighter around you and your heart starts thumping so loud that it’s in your ears.

A moment passes. Then a second. Your eyes and Sun’s own, practically glowing as he looks at you, hold eachother’s gaze until you realize that your face and his are slowly inching closer.

“I… don’t know how to kiss,” the words sound so low that they’re almost a purr that vibrates through the animatronic’s entire body.

“It’s okay if you don’t-“

Sun shushes you with a look, one heavy with an emotion you can’t read of his for once in your knowing him; it’s heavy, but not negative. It’s similar to the look he has when you manage to wake up from naps with him, but in a way that you can still fake being asleep for a little bit longer as he watches on.

It’s a look of love.

“If you let me kiss you,” he continues, faceplate inching closer still that you can see the minute details of lights in his eyes. “Then I’ll learn how to do it just right.”

Lungs burning and mind ablaze with heat, all you can do at first is nod your head. Sun takes this permission eagerly and closes the gap until his lips are pressed to yours.

And it is awkward, but in the way that all first kisses are—and that’s without mentioning the fact that while his face can certainly emote, it’s still as if he’s learning how to use his mouth for the first time. But it is honest and sweet, down to the way that his fingertips shake as he holds you like something small and precious.

When the two of you part, you can’t help but love the way his attention never strays from your face; what were once wide, friendly eyes made for greeting children with the promise of coloring books are now more reminiscent of Moon.

That’s when you realize his eyes almost are Moon’s in that moment, pupils constricting in a way that doesn’t seem to be part of his body’s programming. They quickly return to normal, but something about the reaction makes your body feel hot and tingling.

A smile tugs at your lips.

“I want to kiss you again.”

He indulges you happily and repeatedly.

[pluck-heartstrings]

The 2025 forecast calls for a high chance of touch starved with a shower of kisses

[juicyyyboxxx]

Have a holly jolly Christmas! 🎁

[xitsensunmoon]

TW: FLASHING and slightly suggestive

I call it blorbo aggression... For better quality I'd recommend checking it on my tiktok but eh.

My fav frames are under the cut

I love his pathetic flat ass so much<333