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[revelinginthedarkrooms]

Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 6

Notes: I know my fellow Sunnyfuckers have been waiting for this one. Also, whoops, I kinda popped off with my own headcanons oopsie daisies

That moment when you're trying to be horny and you accidentally make Sunnydrop a yandere... oop sorry besties

CONTENT WARNING: Yandere, possessive Sun/Moon, dubcon that rapidly turns into very-enthusiastic-con

CHAPTER 6: Dusk to Dawn

You awoke some time later, surrounded by plush softness with a bouncing tune beckoning you to rise.

“...hwa…?” You groggily moaned, blinking sleepily as the light stung your eyes.

“Oh! You’re finally awake!” An almost annoyingly-chipper voice greeted you, and as your vision fully came back you noticed a yellow blob dancing before you.

You scrubbed at your eyes with your fists before blinking warily at the blob as it came into form as a dancing animatronic with the face of a sun. “... Huh?”

“You sure slept a while!” The grinning animatronic patted your head and sat next to you with his legs crossed. “I was worried Freddy wore you out too much!”

“... Who?” You raised an eyebrow. “Where am I?”

“Oh, where are my manners?!” He thrust out his hand. “Welcome to the Daycare! You can call me Sun, Sunny, Sunnydrop, whatever you want!”

Hesitantly, you took his hand. His grip was firm, and so was his shake. You scanned your brain for where you could have seen him before… and then you remembered.

“Oh, you’re the sun guy!” You exclaimed. “I remember seeing a poster of you somewhere!”

“That’s me!” He gave you a thumbs-up. “And since Freddy left you with me, you have to abide by the rules. Do you know them already?”

You shook your head.

“Okay! Rule one…” then he leaned in, and his voice dropped an octave, and you felt a shudder go down your spine. “...  Keep. The lights. On.”

You smiled weakly, leaning back. “And…?”

He straightened back up, and to your relief, his voice was back to normal. “That’s it! Of course, naughty language and kicking, punching, fighting, and other things are also prohibited, but the light is really the main rule!”

“Cool…” you glanced around the strange little room. It was more akin to a cave, really, with pictures plastered around the walls and a strange little arcade machine buzzing away in the corner. How the heck was there even power in here, considering the entrance looked like someone bashed it in…?

“So what do you like to do for fun?” Sun bounced in his spot. “Fingerpaint? Stories? Arts and crafts? Ball pits?”

“Sleep,” you yawned.

“No, you can’t go back to sleep now! You just woke up!” Sun rested his hands on your shoulders. “C’mon, new friend! Let’s do something!”

No wonder he was in a daycare. He was just a little too energetic for you. Maybe you were getting old?

No, I can’t be getting that old, kids these days just have a lot more energy, you groused. Oh no, wait, now I sound like my parents.

You shook your head and tried to snuggle back into the pillow. “Sleep.”

“Are you really that tired?” He questioned, almost sadly.

You opened one eye to see him drooped over like a wilting flower. Though he had that grin on his face, he didn’t look anything but dejected.

Sympathy struck your chest. You remember feeling that way all the time, getting disappointed when people didn’t want to play or hang out with you, be it friends, classmates, clubmates…

Heaving a quiet sigh, you sat up. “Alright, I guess I could play for a little bit. I’m still a little sore though, so nothing strenuous.”

“Yes!” Sun was back to his bouncy, happy self, and he helped you from the little bed of blankets and pillows and patted your back. “I can’t wait! It’s been so long since I had someone to play with after hours, it gets so lonely at night!”

You felt a wry smile tug at your lips at his words. “Lonely, huh…”

“And Vanessa never wants to do anything with me,” he huffed. “And the other animatronics never visit, either! It’s just me!”

He bounced in front of you and grabbed you into a hug. “But now that you’re here, we can do so many things!”

Your eyes widened as he lifted you off the ground. Just how strong was this beanpole? He was only lifting you up by your armpits!

“Boy oh boy, we can do so many fun things!” He continued, chittering excitedly. “We can draw, we can play in the ball pit, we can drink Fizzy Faz until our heads EXPLODE and have a slumber party!”

You chuckled weakly, patting his wrists. “You can put me down now, y’know.”

“Oh! Sorry!” He set you down with a laugh. “Let’s go!”

True to his word, you ended up doing a lot of different things. He led you around the massive area, bringing out supplies upon supplies and letting you pick what to do. You admittedly had a fun time indulging in your inner child, drawing with him and laughing yourselves silly as you drank Fizzy Faz. Thankfully you’d brought a spare toothbrush and toothpaste with you in your bag, otherwise you would have felt guilty about going to bed with a mouth full of sugar.

Sun proved to be just as fun-loving and energetic as he’d been at first meeting, though he did try to subdue it when you didn’t match his energy. He was kinda cute - no, scratch that, he was hella cute. You came to quickly realize why the kids got him as an attendant.

Still, one thing nagged at you, and that was what both Sun and Vanessa had mentioned to you earlier - what about the moon was so dangerous? If he hadn’t hurt any children yet (only traumatized them, which is so much better, your brain snarked), what would he do to you?

Geez, Nessie, you remembered yourself jesting. You’re talking about it as if it’s gonna try to murder my face if it gets dark.

Not that you wanted to test it, but as your time together went on and you found yourself looking at Sun more and more, the more you wondered.

“What’s on your mind, friend?” He asked, stirring you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, nothing,” you deflected with a shake of your head and a smile, taking the last swig of your soda. “I’m getting kind of tired again.”

“Okay! Do you want to go back up and play some more?” He asked, holding out his hand for your empty can.

“We could just talk, or whatever.” You nodded in thanks as he took the can.

“Alright!” Sun skipped off to dispose of the cans and you got up, stretching your tired muscles.

What time was it? You reached for your phone in your back pocket and felt something crinkle against your fingertips. Frowning, you pulled it out - and was greeted by some Glamrock Freddy-themed notebook paper.

 Hello, (y/n)!  

 I hope you don’t mind, but I dropped you off in the Daycare to rest up. I had a lot of fun with you earlier. Make sure to drink plenty of water and eat a healthy snack. Come back to visit me soon!  

 -Freddy  

You smiled softly at the little bear sketch at the end of the message, as well as the neat handwriting. Sweet, yet to the point. Definitely Freddy.

Shaking your head, you put it in your other pocket and pulled out your phone. When you turned it on, you frowned at the low battery warning, as well as the time. It was just after 4:40.

That doesn’t give me much time, you lamented with a frown. I still haven’t met up with Vanessa yet.

“I’m back!” Sun announced, extending a hand. “Let’s go!”

You took it, and as you walked, he skipped beside you. The firm grip on your hand meant your arm bounced with him, and you found yourself smiling at his antics.

“So, Sun,” you began, causing him to look over and pause mid-stride, “Am I really the first one to play with you after the kids leave?”

“Yes.” For a moment, his demeanor grew more sullen and his voice dropped. But then he was turning to you with a chipper, “We’re having so much fun, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, squeezing his hand. It was pleasantly warm. “Surprisingly, I am.”

“That’s great! I’m so glad!” His head whirled around as his bells jingled. “You sure are fun to play with! The children like to do their own thing, but you, you play games with me!”

His words were eager, happy, and your heart twisted even more when you thought about how lonely he must be. You knew kids could be unpredictable and oftentimes mean or messy. With how anxious he could be to please (you had told him you didn’t like a certain flavor of Fizzy Faz and he  panicked as he went back to get you your favorite kind), working with kids must have been stressful for him.

Imagine that, you thought sardonically. They gave the damned children's animatronic fucking anxiety. I’d be surprised, but Freddy and Monty have dicks that cum freaking soda-flavored… something.

“Say, what’s that room I woke up in? That doesn’t look very safe,” you observed as he led you up to his little alcove.

“Huh? That?” He pointed to the little ramshackle spot and scratched the back of his head. “I don’t really know. One day it was just there! I don’t…” he leaned forward and his voice dropped again. “I don’t… remember… ”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he crept towards it, reaching out to touch the jagged edges of the wall.

“The boy…” his voice, intense and deep, made your heart skip a beat. “The…”

“... Sun?” You questioned, quiet and confused.

He slowly craned his head around to stare at you for several long seconds.

Something about him felt different. Dangerous.

You stepped back. What the hell…?!

Then he shook his head. “Sorry, friend! I don’t know what happened there!”

You eyed him, laughing nervously.

“Anyways, what do you want to do now?” He hopped in place, fiddling with his hands. “We can play the arcade game some more! Or- or I can bring up some drawing materials! You wanna paint?”

“I kind of just want to sit down,” you admitted. Your legs were still sore, and while getting up and walking around had soothed that ache somewhat, it was still uncomfortably present.

“Or we can sit down!” He was quick to add, gesturing to the hole in the wall.

You bent down to climb in. You couldn’t stand up all the way because of how short it was. Geez, did a kid make this? But how would they get back here?

Sun followed you in, sitting crisscross-applesauce on the floor as you settled onto the blankets.

“So!” He clasped his hands together. “What do you wanna talk about? Ooh, I have stories about the daycare!”

You sat back, holding the plush Bonnie he’d given you. Your thumb absently stroked the plush’s head as he began talking with exaggerated movements, telling you stories about the kids.

“--And there was Susie, she was such a nice girl!” He added. “Always hungry. I hate to remind her about snack time because it makes her cry.”

You smiled with a shake of your head. “Sounds like you��ve got your hands full, huh?”

“Not all the time!” He replied. “Sometimes an older boy comes in and helps me with the little ones! What was his name…”

He paused to think, and at the same time, your phone vibrated. When you pulled it out to read a text from Vanessa, his voice became glitchy and deep.

“Mi- ch- ael,” he uttered in a deadpan tone. “Michael…”

Freddy told me he left you with the daycare attendant, Vanessa’s frantic text read. GET OUT OF THERE NOW!

y whats wrong you texted back with a frown.

You didn’t have enough time to wait for her reply as your phone abruptly died.

Cursing under your breath, you opened your mouth to interrupt Sun when all of a sudden the power shut off.

“NO!” He shrieked, backing away from you with his hands over his face. “No, it can’t be-- not yet, not yet!”

“What’s wrong?!” You exclaimed, reaching for him.

“Run! Run away from me!” He kept yelling. “I don’t want to hurt my friends--!”

You gasped once you realized. Shit. It’s about time for the power to go off.

Scrambling to your feet with Sun’s panicked screaming following you out of the little room, you tried your best to ignore your screaming muscles and run away.

Fuck, I left my bag! You screeched to a halt in the daycare arena, looking back up at the alcove desperately. Can I go back for it?

A malicious laugh echoed from the platform on high, forcing you to look up as bright red eyes and little glowing stars stared at you from the darkness.

“It’s past your bedtime,” a gravelly, sing-song voice taunted.

“What the fuck is that,” you breathed in terror as you stepped back.

You heard mechanical wires warbling as the animatronic flipped down from the platform, and you frantically looked around for it.

“Where are you?” You shouted, gripping your dead phone tight.

More giggling, this time closer to you.

Before you could react, something grabbed your arms and forced them behind your back, shoving you to the ground. You could only turn your head to the side in time to prevent a painful impact, the breath punched from your lungs as you stared up at the robot.

“Naughty, naughty  girl,” its voice snarled, and a freezing hand was dragged down your face as you winced away. “I know what you di-iiid~”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you bit back, with fear in your quivering voice.

“Naughty girls need punishment,” it continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “Or would that be a treat for you?”

“Huh?” You got out intelligently as your jeans were yanked down.

What the fuck? You thought, before its cold fingers cupped you through your panties. Oh. OH.

Your curiosity superseded your nerves, and all you could think was tell me this thing doesn’t also have a dick.

You sharply gasped as he fondled you, fingertips teasing at your folds and thumb hooking into the side of the fabric.

“So wet already,” he cooed, face coming down near your ear. “Even though I helped the bear clean you up… you little bike.”

You turned to stare up at him in alarm. “You mean-- you knew?!”

“How could I not?” He giggled, his deep voice reverberating through your head. “Poor Freddy was so worried, hoping he hadn’t broken his new friend,” his voice darkened. “But he isn’t here to take you away this time. No, no… you’re my friend now. And I’m not letting you leave!”

Biting your lip to stifle another whimper, you felt him tug your panties aside and plunge one freezing finger inside of you, shocking your system. You arched your back, pressing your chest into the ground as he plunged the digit in and out. Loud squishing noises hid your panting as you spread your legs wider.

“F- fuh,” you moaned. “Aah…”

“How adorable,” he giggled maniacally. “You made the same noises when we cleaned you up. I wonder… how loud can I make you?”

Spreading you open with his thumb and last finger, he added another digit to your burning insides. Your walls gripped and quivered deliciously around his fingers, and he uttered a low groan that made your pussy clench. You gasped at the contact and his grip tightened on your wrists.

“Whuh-- uhn-- M- Moon,” you keened. “Fuck--”

“Nuh-uh,” he tsked as he withdrew his fingers. “No naughty language in the daycare.”

“I’m sorry...”

“Are you?” He patted your ass just firm enough to make you flinch. “Don’t make me punish you.”

“Yes,” you nodded rapidly, trying to wiggle your hips back onto his fingers. “I’ll be good, please just keep going.”

“This is supposed to be a punishment.” He sounded irritated.

“I’m definitely getting punished right now,” you snapped. “Please, Moon. Please keep going.”

“Naughty.” He swatted you again and you yelped. “Just this once.”

You mewled as his fingers returned, teasing and grinding against you in your best spot. You squirmed against his hold, the pressure building way too rapidly in your gut for you to properly enjoy it.

“Agh, Moon--!” You cried out as his other hand reached around to press your back to his chest. His hands teased around your chest, fondling you through your shirt. “I’m so close, please…!”

“Do it,” he hissed into your ear. “Come for me, you filthy thing.”

You gladly did so, crying out into the empty daycare, your voice echoing as you gushed around his fingers. HIs other hand gripped your boob almost painfully, and you could hear him groan sinfully into your ear.

As you sagged against his grip, his fingers popped out with a squelch - and he grabbed your wrists again. The second you felt something hard binding them together, your eyes went wide - and you began to struggle.

“Stop it! Stay still!” He snarled, pushing your face further into the ground.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled, gritting your teeth as you stared up into his red pinpricks of light.

“I’m going to leave my other self a little present,” Moon snickered as he tied your wrists tighter with the jump rope. “Be a good girl and give me your legs.”

“What--?!” You tried to kick, but he easily seized your calf with your arms tied up.

Gripping your legs tight, he spread your knees and crossed your ankles together before pulling out more jump rope and tying them together. You made a low noise of pain deep in your throat as he tied them back, interlacing the two jump ropes together so that you were snugly flat on the ground with your legs behind you in the air like a trussed-up turkey.

Moon got up and admired his handiwork, his permanent grin seeming even more malevolent with the light from his eyes illuminating one half of his face.

“Won’t he be surprised,” he giggled, squatting down to stroke a finger across your panties and relishing in your startled gasp. “He’ll never tell you, but he’s grown very attached to you by now. I don’t think he’ll let you escape that easily~”

“Moon, c’mon,” you pleaded quietly, struggling against your bonds. “I’m not going to run, you don’t have to tie me up like this.”

“Of course I do!” He snapped, and the fierce tone of his voice made you shrink back. “I know you’re lying! They all do!”

“All…?” Your little murmur went unheard as the animatronic began to rage.

“I have nobody to stay, nobody to keep me from losing my mind!” He ranted, pacing behind you with his hands gripping the sides of his face. “They all leave us! They all escape!”

“Moon,” you tried again.

“No!” He thundered. “Ever since she came… something’s wrong with our code. The children fear us, don’t you know? Nothing has been harder than being forced to watch yourself lose everything left!”

You stared in silent shock as he laughed madly, throwing his head back.

“Bonnie was the first!” He crowed. “But he will not be the last! We’re next - we all end up scrapped eventually!”

The lights began to flicker on above you. You watched for the first time as Moon’s entire body was illuminated briefly. The lights on his clothes went dark, replaced by Sun’s striped pants. Moon looked up, apparently shocked, before he shook his head.

“Time’s up,” he hissed, pointing to you. “Have fun in the Sun…~”

The lights completely came back on, and you watched as Moon stood stock-still, the hat falling into his waiting hands. The rays of Sun’s head came back out and his eyes switched back to their welcoming white.

He blinked, looking down at the hat before finally noticing you.

“AGH!” He exclaimed, hurriedly kneeling down beside you. “Are you okay, friend?! Did-- did I hurt you?!”

“Quite the opposite,” you grunted, attempting to bring your knees together as your cheeks flushed. You felt way too exposed for this adorable robot to see.

“O- oh, I see…” His voice sounded a little lower than usual, curiosity and desire buried deep within. “Do… do you want help…?”

“Please,” you threw your head back to try and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Sure! I can help…” his hands gently went to your hips, marveling at your soft skin. “I can… help… ”

His warm hands trailed down to your knees, cupping them and stroking your skin. “Wow,” he murmured in amazement. “So soft… so pretty…”

“S- Sun?” You squirmed on the ground, yet you couldn’t see what he was doing.

“I forgot how soft and warm adults could be,” he breathed. His energetic façade was gone. “You’re even softer than I thought you were before.”

You bit back a whimper as he ghosted his fingertips across the back of your thigh, right down to your wet lips. His thumb brushed down your slit before parting you open, and you could feel his stare burning into you as he pulled you apart with his other thumb.

“Such a pretty pink,” he praised as he studied your blushing folds. “I really, really like you, (y/n)...” His voice dropped an octave. “Do you like me?”

You gasped sharply as he sank a finger into you. You were still wet from your orgasm and the sucking noises that rose from your pussy made you flush a darker red from embarrassment.

“You’re tight,” he said in delight. “Just like before, you’re pulling me in! You must really like me!”

“Please, Sunny, please,” you begged, trying to thrust your hips back onto his finger.

“Patience, patience!” He chirped, and one of his hands left you as you heard him rustling around in his pocket. “Aha!”

You were about to question what it was he found, but froze when you felt something big against you. They did not.

“I found this in your bag earlier! I didn’t know what it was, but Freddy was very helpful in telling me!” You could hear the smile in his voice as he prodded your lips with a phallic object. “Let’s play another game, buttercup~”

You relaxed somewhat. Thank God. That’s just my dildo.

Then you frowned. Wait. That’s the line? They’re fine with giving every other animatronic in here a dick, but they draw the line at the damned daycare guy?  You paused.  Actually, no, that one’s fair.

You were broken from your thoughts by him slipping the head inside - and you moaned loudly.

“My, my, my!” He laughed, before leaning in with a teasing voice, “Someone’s being naughty~”

He held you down, hands sneaking around to grope at your chest, and you felt him shallowly thrust into you, the toy inching forward into your tight heat.

Soft whimpering escaped you as he pressed his front to your back, the buttons of his clothing digging into you through your sweater.

“Hey, hey, (y/n),” Sun whispered. “Do you wanna know something?”

You barely managed a soft “Mm?”

“I really like you,” he giggled. “I’m so happy you came to the daycare. You’re so much fun to play with!”

You immediately caught on to the sultry double-meaning of his words when he thrust his hips all the way in, smacking against your bare ass. Your mouth dropped open in a pleasured cry as the toy filled you just the way you liked.

“That’s it!” He encouraged, squeezing your chest. “How loud can I make you yell, hmm?~”

Without warning, he began pistoning himself back and forth. Wet smacking sounds filled the daycare along with your loud moans as he aimed randomly, hoping to hit the right spot.

A few thrusts in, he found it, and when your pussy clamped down on him he gasped in delight. “Now I can really make you dance!”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he began grinding into your g-spot, fireworks exploding in your brain. Each wet ‘squish squish squish’ from your cunt sent sparks of pleasure right to the core, building your bonfire of desire deep in the pit of your belly.

Heat roiled and licked at your insides as you arched against him, attempting to meet his thrusts with your own as you feebly attempted to make your body work against your restraints.

“You’re being so good,” he praised, nuzzling your cheek with his face. “C’mon, cum for me! I know you want to!”

You quivered and shook, your body overheating as you felt the coil of arousal within you twist and twist and twist…

…until it snapped and a wave of euphoria washed over your exhausted body. With another loud cry, you came again, Sun’s encouraging voice egging you on until you were utterly spent.

He watched over you until you fell limp again, pressing his face to your cheek and praising you.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, as he finally untied your numb arms and legs. “I hope I didn’t wear you out too much, we still have so many games to play together!”

Your legs flopped onto the ground with a weak moan, your own fluids dripping down your legs as he picked you up.

Supporting your back and hooking an arm under your knees, he carried you out of the arena and up to his room.

As he settled you down onto the blankets and pillows of the little cavern inside, he settled you down into his lap and spread your legs apart, your strap-on dildo resting against your lower back.

“So pretty,” he cooed, stroking your thighs before reaching down and stroking your blushing lips with his thumb. When you jolted in his hug, he giggled. “So sensitive! Did we play a little too hard?”

“Mmmah,” you moaned, your head lolling against his shoulder.

“I’ll have to take care of you now,” his voice grew more tender as his thumb sank inside. “Ooh, you feel so nice inside…”

“Suh-- Sun…”

“Mmh, Sunshine,” his voice dropped into a husky tone that sounded eerily similar to Moon’s, but less raspy and demented. “I know you’ve been playing adult games with the others…”

He took out his thumb and added another two fingers, curling them and thrusting them up. “Freddy was only one… but Roxanne, Monty, Chica… I’ve seen them all use you.”

He whispered into your ear as he pressed a thumb to your clit, “You’re really naughty, aren’t you?”

You keened, melting into his embrace as that little bundle of nerves sent shocks through your system.

“But that’s okay,” Sun continued to speak lowly into your ear, “because you’re with me now. I’ll take care of you here. We’ll play so many fun games together! Wouldn’t you like to stay?”

You couldn’t think, and you couldn’t force your tongue to move. All you could do was moan and writhe as he worked you to his own ends.

Sun giggled again, nuzzling your cheek with his. “You feel so good in here… your hole is just sucking me in!”

You began dribbling down your thigh, and once the droplets hit his pants, he teased, “Messy, messy, you’re making a mess~ I need to clean you up~”

Your back arched, your teeth grit together, at one particular press against your clit. Your body spasmed and you cried as your pussy once more gripped his fingers like a vice. Sun cooed happily as he led you into your third orgasm.

“Good, good girl,” he sighed happily. “I love playing with you, (y/n)!”

Your vision was fading with your exhaustion, and as Sun cupped your cheek with one hand before plunging the other back into your pussy, you thought you heard someone else’s voice before you blacked out…

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

it's getting late

you'd pull the covers over your head and act like you were already asleep, even though weren't.

they'd snatch the cover from over your head and playfully frown at you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"i know you're sleepy." and you were. they'd hop in bed beside you, getting themselves comfortable before laying flat on their back, hoping you'd do the same.

"you should hit the sack."

and you'd just look at them. then you'd eventually (after two or three minutes of staring into the distance with bad posture) lay down beside your partner, struggling to find a comfortable position. then you'd continue to struggle and toss and turn for the next 5 or 6 minutes, somewhat hoping to get their attention. after a certain point, you'd realize you really could not get comfortable, so you'd huff quite audibly and stare at the ceiling, then toss and turn some more.

then after about 30 seconds, they'd pull you into their arms.

"wha-"

"you're moving too much." they'd say. and you'd nod, inching backward like an inchworm into their embrace. you'd quickly find a comfortable position there. no, no trouble at all. you'd realize how tired you really were and would let them hold you close until you fell asleep; before you'd squirm out of their arms. they were always there on the restless nights. on any nights, actually.

[glambots]

hello, could I request Monty and glamrock Freddy’s reaction to a crush who can spout off animal facts.

she normally does child friendly one because of where she’s at, but perhaps one night shift she accidentally talks about how ‘bears can rip off the head of a moose in one swipe’ or ‘alligators are opportunistic feeders, so they can and have performed cannibalism or has taken to eaten human meat.’

I’m sorry if this doesn’t follow guidelines or if it’s too long. Please feel free to ignore if so.

🎩Glamrock Freddy + "The More You Know:"🎩

Well, that is...an interesting fact, Superstar! Thank you for sharing! It is a good thing that natural bears are extinct. And you do not have to worry about him ripping off any heads! Of course! He's very quick to try and change the subject. He likes your animal facts, but that one really caught him off-guard, and he's not going to be able to stop thinking about it for a while. (-cut to Freddy in his room, staring at his hands- "I would never. But could I...?")

🐊Montgomery Gator + "The More You Know:"🐊

You know those moments in comedies when someone is playing a guitar, and then a character makes a weird comment, and the guitar string snaps as everyone freezes? That's pretty much what happens. Monty was tuning his bass when you said it, and TWANG! Cue a snapped string and a very concerned looking alligator. Oh... Huh. Good thing he prefers the food court! Haha! Ha...ha... (Maybe he should cut back on the "man-eater" jokes...)

[strawberrykisseslia]

Vanessa Shelly x F! reader

TW: none, some fluff, slight angst, headcanon for Vanessa: she is a flower nerd, she almost knows every type and the meanings of them

A/N: This love by Taylor Swift is probably my favorite song by her at the moment so I wrote a cute little ff for it! :3 also have this while I'll try to make a Christmas special. 🎄

Words count: 1129, it looks a lot more LMFAO

It probably has been months since you and Vanessa broke up, exactly 7 months. The reason for your broke up was pretty messy, but mainly because of how cold and distant Vanessa became towards the end. Her night shifts were just getting longer and longer, you couldn't wait for her more, you needed someone to hold you at night and just be there for you.

After 2 to 3 months of the broke up you decide to date other girls but you it never lasted longer than some hookups. They weren't Vanessa. You missed her badly, every night, every day.

You were sitting nervously in a fancy restaurant that Vanessa picked out for your date... wait? How did you end up here?

One night you were down in a bar to just clear your mind after another one night thing and just to think about everything that has been happening to you through this year. Vanessa popped up in your head again. Everything you shared was wonderful during the beginning, everything just felt perfect. However, when Vanessa became more cold and distant a lot changed. You were feeling lonely though you loved her very much. You tried to talk to her many times about how you should fix this but most of the times she turned you down. All she said was that you were being too clingy and how tired she is. Everytime she promised you that she will try to change but they were just white lies. That's why you broke up with her. As you were getting deeper in your thoughts you suddenly felt a soft tap on your shoulder. When you turned to see who was it, you were left somewhat speechless. It was Vanessa. She looked... different? Her hair was in the usual low ponytail but her eyes looked extremely tired. You could tell she was exhausted. Her under eye bags told everything.

"Vanessa?.. What are you doing here?" You asked with curiosity. She sighed and looked down. She was nervous. "I was out with some friends... then I spotted you." She looked back at you. Despite her tiredness, her look was gentle. You nodded with understanding. "I see..." There were a minute of awkward silence between the two of you but the blonde decided to break the silence. "So... how's everything?" You looked back at her and chuckled lightly. "Not that good just to be honest. I'm pretty lonely.. How about you?" She smiled softly. She understood you, she was really lonely as well. "Same from here. The house has been really quite since you left..." She looked down with some sadness. You felt sad as well because you still loved her very much, but has she changed anything?

Some minutes later she was now next to you chatting about the dates she was on and how badly they turned out. You couldn't help but laugh but your dates weren't that sunshine as well. That was when Vanessa asked you, "Look... I know, we separated on bad terms... but I want you to know that I have changed and I tried to focus and work on myself to be better." You crossed your arms with amusement. "Is that so? I'm glad, it's good to hear, you should be really proud of yourself then!" You smiled. "Well, yea, I am. But there's one more thing..." She nervously quietly tapped on her glass. You raise an eyebrow and tilted your head. "What?" She sighed heavily. You could tell it was not easy for her to say it. "I... want to make things good between us... I want us to be something again." She looked at you with fear of rejection. You looked down and sighed. "Vanessa... I-I don't know. I mean I still love you very much... but I'm not sure." She nodded. "I understand... but please, one date and if it will go bad then... I will leave you alone but... please." You didn't exactly know how to answer this but you badly wanted to make things right... but what if it will end up just like it did before? That was the thing you were afraid of. The loneliness, the coldness of the warm home.

Eventually you said yes and that's how you ended up in that fancy restaurant. It actually has been weeks since Vanessa asked you out on the date but you needed proper time to think about the invitation. You needed to clear with yourself what you are going to get into again but you loved her very much and you needed at least this last date if it was the truly last time, you are ever going to see her.

You were extremely nervous though. Vanessa were as well even because of how late she was running due to the storm outside. You weren't mad at her for being late, you were only worried about her and the storm.

After 20 minutes she made it. In her hands there were white roses, which mostly symbolized loyalty. You always knew it was important for Vanessa what type of flower she is bringing. She was a big flower nerd. (Headcanon.)

You smiled at her and got up from your seat. After she placed down the roses she hugged you tightly and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. She knew you liked kisses on your cheeks and she always found that adorable.

You and Vanessa ordered your good and started to talk about everything. Laughed about the awkward dates you guys had with other girls. You even talked about how you felt during your relationship with her. She truly understood everything you said and it was clear to you that she actually has changed. She understood her mistakes, you could see it in her eyes and her eyes never lied.

The date went well, better than you expected it.

~

It has been years since you started dating with Vanessa. It was the best decision you has ever made. She started to talk more and more about her true feelings and you appreciated her honesty. She made more time for you and was always there for you, of course you did the same thing for her and of course you understood that her job may not let her have much free time but she explained everything to you, the reasons why and just how will she try and make up for it.

She changed a lot, in a good way and you were extremely happy with how well her healing were going since you knew about her traumatic childhood.

You knew that there were be ups and downs in your relationship but at least now you both knew how to help each other and how to get through those times.

,,This love is good,

This love is bad,

This love is alive back from the dead,

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me

This love left a permanent mark

This love is glowing in the dark

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me"

[acidxinxwonderland]

you're bound to get burnt

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: On an outing to meet your friends for dinner with Freddy, you find yourself getting a bit frisky underneath the table. This inevitably leads you to a punishment from your lovely boyfriend.

Word Count: 6.8K

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Public Play (sorta), Female Reader, Top Freddy, bottom reader, Orgasm Denial, Light Bondage, Discipline, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Bratty Reader, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Vibrators, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Butt Plugs, you made feddy angy, Dom/sub, No Beta We Die Like Afton, Praise Kink, Large Cock A/N: Long time no see! I have brought you a meal right off the stove, it's a big one too!

This poor one shot has been sitting on the back burner for far too long, finally got the motivation to finish it.

It's not completely polished, I'm quite sicky and my head feels funny. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

AO3 link if that's more of your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52475623

Tonight was the night to celebrate one of your friends, Emily, graduating from college. It was just a small get together, you, Freddy and a handful of others were heading to a nice restaurant to share some drinks and talk over good food. 

There was no denying you’re elated, a bounce in your step as the two of you walk hand in hand to the main entrance. Every time you frantically looked up at Freddy you could see his eyes laden with both adoration and amusement, he couldn’t blame you; it was only a few months ago Freddy’s sentience was proven and he gained rights. Since it was all so fresh, the two of you haven’t been out together very often, it was basically like dating a celebrity. 

Yet this was the night for you to dress up and spend time with your boyfriend, who can’t eat, but at least gains gratification for you enjoying a simple pleasure of life such as this one. You had a feeling this was going to be perfect.

The two of you walk into the restaurant and not to your surprise, heads turn. Freddy immediately stops in place once he notices all the eyes on the both of you, leaning down to talk quietly near your ear.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright with…” His glowing optics dart around the room. “All these eyes?” 

You look around yourself, a heavy feeling settles on your chest at the people who were blatantly staring at the two of you or trying their best to avoid the sight. You almost regretted everything, wearing your prettiest dress and doing your makeup, helping Freddy pick out a nice button up and pants to wear. Although you feel a squeeze on your hand from the bear and all those strong feelings are pushed down as you look up to see kind optics. 

“We can turn around if need be.” He was confident in his words, showing that he was willing to do anything to keep you comfortable. 

You feel that familiar flutter in your heart, the kind that reminds you why you fell in love with Freddy in the first place.

“You know what? Fuck it.” You finally say, looking forward only to be brought right back to him with the squeeze of your hand that was clearly a warning. 

“Language, superstar.” His tone was mixed with both sternness and admiration, you give him an apologetic smile. “Although I am very proud of you for pushing through this. We got this.” 

You nod your head firmly. “Yeah we do. Let’s get in there and kill it!” 

“Yes! Although without killing anything, preferably.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as the two of you finally make your way to the server. You couldn’t tell if he was doing a really good job at keeping it all together or if he truly just didn’t care less about Freddy’s presence. 

Once you give him your friend's name he leads you to the table. It was a bit secluded in the corner, your friends already sitting around the large, round table and looking down at their menus. 

“There you guys are!” Emily says with a big smile, rising from her seat to give you a warm embrace.

“Hey! Congratulations.” You reply, taking a step back to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, couldn't have done it without your emotional support.” The ginger glances at Freddy, smiling warmly. “And you too big guy - get over here.” 

“We are always happy to help.” Freddy envelopes Emily into a hearty hug, leaving a big smile on your face from the heart warming sight.

After exchanging greetings with your three other friends, Freddy graciously pulls out a chair for you. As you take your seat he settles down beside you. 

There is a big smile on your face, you probably looked ridiculous despite the loving look the animatronic bear had on his features that told you otherwise. Part of you wishes it was just the two of you but you know this won’t be the last time you dine out with him. 

Drawing your chair closer to him, a pang of sympathy hits you—wishing he could partake in something as simple as enjoying a meal. He always insists he's content just watching you savor each bite, but you can't shake off the lingering thought in the back of your mind.

“What should I have?” You hum out, enjoying the way your arms brushed together. “All of this doesn’t seem very… Appetizing.”

“Of course it doesn’t, because it isn’t my cooking.” He says in this playful tone. “Hm… Why not the cheeseburger? You always seem to enjoy that!” 

“Mm, yeah, but only when you make it. You really did ruin other people making food for me.” 

He lets out a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer towards his metal frame. “You’ll be alright.” 

You enjoy the closeness, his perfect mechanized laugh and the coolness of his metal that invigorates you. It was safe to say you’re utterly in love, with other relationships the honeymoon stage has never lasted this long. 

A waiter comes by to take your orders, he was close to asking what Freddy wanted but evidently stopped himself. It wasn’t long until your food came to the table, your cheese burger looked decent enough. Your friends immediately called you out for ordering something so simple but like always, Freddy went right on their cases, speaking in a matter of fact tone why you chose what you wanted. 

Conversation around the table flows seamlessly and you find yourself having a wonderful time, relishing in the company of others but especially Freddy’s. He was just so close to you, sometimes it made you frustrated how hard your heart still pounds whenever you’re near.

Irrevocably in love is what you are, nothing could hold a flame towards how you feel about him; of all of the people in the world you chose him to be your life partner. You appreciate him and everything he does, and now more than ever you have the desire to show him just how much you worshiped him.

An idea sparks in your mind, a very daring one. A plan that might catch Freddy off guard, yet welcome it all at the same time. With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you prepare to turn this thought into action.

Your hand starts off by just laying on his large thigh, it was clear he thought nothing of it, but once you trailed up a little more his head snapped over to you. You look up at him to give him a soft smile only to be greeted with a look of warning in glowing blue eyes. A gaze you know all too well. 

There was something that always bubbled up whenever he looked at you like this, a feeling of pure defiance. You turn your attention back to your friends, acting as if you were doing nothing wrong as your hand nudged upwards just a little further. 

You’re getting close to what you desire to touch, feeling your thighs push together at the mere thought of his heavy cock. You are having a hard time keeping focus, your pinkie just about to brush against him until you hear a deep, gravelly voice whisper against your ear, “You know very well you’re playing with fire superstar. Are you looking to get burnt?” 

There is a hard shiver that runs up your spine, the dominance clear in his words. It was tantalizing, fueling your insatiable need to continue.

You give him an innocent look, not only to look inconspicuous for your friends but also to drag out that low growl that rumbled through Freddy’s metallic chest. You drag your hand up, biting back the gasp once you feel how hard he already was through his pants.   

He gives you a glare as your lips tug up into a smug smile. You give his growing bulge a small squeeze and his eyes widen, it was clear he wasn’t expecting you to be so forward.

Freddy’s giant metal paw wraps around your wrist tightly, instead of pushing it off he pushes your hand down. You bite down on your lower lip at the feeling of the outline of his cock, it took everything in your power to not leave right then and there so he can have his way with you.

The plan you had in mind keeps you in your seat, Freddy was easily sexually frustrated, it was understandable due to experiencing pleasure recently. Despite it being a bit fresh to him, he was practically a god in bed. It wasn’t easy for either of you when it came to keeping your hands off of each other. 

So you continue this process of teasing him throughout the entire dinner, you do good in acting as if nothing was happening. You talk to the others with ease, feeling a sense of confidence from your ministrations, it was one of the few times you had power over him. He couldn’t do anything, just sit there suppressing low groans that barely reach your eyes. 

You know you’re in for it later but right now it feels very much worth it. You teeter on the dangerous side, giving him firm squeezes when he converses with your friends, sometimes his words come out strangled, having to apologize and blaming it on a voice box error. 

You keep up this sweet torture till the very end of your dinner, you can feel Freddy’s frustration with you as he gives a short goodbye to the others. You give Emily one last hug before taking his hand to guide him out of the restaurant. His grip around yours was tight, not enough to hurt but enough to tell you that you should be a bit worried about what will happen later on in the night. 

Once you are outside with the clear starry sky above your head you go towards the large van with Freddy. While you pull the keys out from your purse and go to open the door you feel his large hand placed firmly on your shoulder. Just as you look back at him you are spun around and pushed up against the side of the van.

You look up to see blue optics staring harshly down at you, a disgruntled look on Freddy’s features. 

“I should have known you were going to misbehave.” A low growl leaves him after, causing the hairs on your arms to stand up.

You feel giddy from his reaction, clearly your mission was a success but you weren’t done just yet. “What ever do you mean? I’d say I have been nothing but perfect.” You bat your lashes, wanting to fuel his frustrations.  

He pushes you harder up against the van, leaning in with a dangerous look in his eyes that was ever so enticing. 

“You know exactly what I mean. You do realize what’s going to happen right?” One of the hands on your shoulders trails up your neck tenderly before thick fingers enclosed around your throat. He gives a soft squeeze as his voice comes out in a low, dangerous tone. “You are going to be ruined once I’m done with you.” 

He uses enough pressure to restrict your airway, the feeling brings a sense of pleasure to wash over you. Your face grows red, your smile only widening as you reveled in his predatory stare. “Is that a p-promise?”  

“You know it is.” He lets go of your neck and you take in a small breath of air. “Get in, now. I do not want a word out of you until we are home.” 

Freddy’s dominant energy was always overpowering, it was easy for you to fall into obedience when he used a certain tone with you that brought you to your knees. You turn around, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you get in the van and fasten your seatbelt. 

He gets in and grabs the keys from your hand, silently fuming as he starts the ignition and smoothly drives out of the parking lot. 

You begin to play with the end of your dress as a million scenarios go through your head. What was he going to do to you? It had to be good. You capture your bottom lip with your teeth as your eyes fall onto the large bulge in his pants, he was still just as hard as before. You yearned to touch it once again, to feel its outline and hear Freddy to let out the hottest noises. 

“Eyes forward.” His harsh tone pulls you out of your trance, you can’t help but give him a slight glare before looking straight ahead. He then lets out a hum of approval, taking one of his hands off the wheel to place it on your knee. The bear rubs circles into your skin, you know it was his way of telling you that he actually wasn’t mad at you, you already are very well aware he liked playing these types of games with you. 

So what was the harm in continuing it? Despite how good the silent praise you just got for obeying felt, you still had this need to keep pushing it. You keep your eyes trained on the windshield ahead of you, placing your hand on his. You start to guide him slowly up your thigh, he doesn’t move away despite knowing what you are doing. 

Out of the corner of your vision you see him glancing over at you as you inch his hand closer and closer to your aching cunt. 

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” His tone was gruff, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that makes a small gasp escape your lips. “You’ve been such a bad girl… I’m trying my absolute best to not pull over and take you right now.” 

The mere thought of him deep inside of you made your thigh tense underneath his touch. You know even though he was speaking to you, it did not mean you were allowed to talk back, yet right now you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“What’s stopping you then?” As soon as you ask he squeezes your thigh again, harder this time, eliciting the smallest trace of pain.. 

“Superstar.” Freddy says dangerously. “Quiet. I am not telling you again, stop making this worse for yourself.” 

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms. You finally do as you're told, not saying a thing as he continues to drive the two of you back home. You become more fidgety once he pulls into the driveway, taking off your seatbelt and immediately getting out of the van. You walk inside of the house with him trailing behind you, feeling exhilarated once you look back to see the fiery look on his face. 

“Bedroom.” He demands and you nod your head, turning around and going straight to the room the two of you share. 

As soon as the two of you enter, Freddys large hand wraps around the back of your neck, you shiver from the metal on your skin as he brings you to the bed. He pushes you down harshly, kicking your feet apart while growling out as he pulls your dress up. “I want your hands behind your back, and I want you to keep them there.” 

As soon as you move your hands in position you feel his hand coming down onto your ass. You let out a loud gasp from the impact, your body being pushed forward as you are left with a stinging sensation on your skin. 

“What were you thinking?” He asks, swatting your other cheek. “The few times we are out in public you decide to pull a stunt like this?” Another swat. 

“I-I just couldn’t help myself!” Freddy spanks you again after you speak, causing you to hiss out from the way it burned. 

“Oh? Is that your excuse?” He runs his hand over your now red skin. “That you have no self control?” 

“Y-yes!” You choke out, craning your neck to look back at him. “You just… Looked so nice tonight.” 

He gives you a stern look and you return it with a sheepish smile. He places your hand on your head, shoving your face back down onto the mattress, groping at your burning flesh. 

“Compliments are not going to get you anywhere. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not ravage you as soon as I saw you in this pretty, tight dress? Yet I was still able to show some restraint, to not risk getting in trouble at a restaurant.” Freddy spanks you again, making you yelp out. “Hold still.” 

You then hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you. You feel a sense of nervousness, not knowing what he was going to do with it until he began to wrap it around your wrist. He pulls tight, the leather biting into your skin and causing you to let out a grunt. 

“There we go…” His hand goes up and down your back soothingly, he never fails to give you loving gestures even in his ‘scary’ moments. “I do not want you moving an inch, you understand me?” 

“Y-yes.” You murmur out, feeling your face become unbearably warm as you shove it into the mattress below you. You don’t dare to look back as you hear him walking away for only a short moment, the sound of a cap opening and something squirting out hits your ears. 

Your eyes widen as he pulls your panties down to your knees, letting out a guttural groan just from the mere sight of you. 

“You’re going to take what’s given to you. Not a single complaint out of your pretty little mouth.” 

You nod your head, a small gasp emits from you once you feel something cold and wet push in between your ass. You only realized it was a butt plug once he began pushing it past your ring of muscles. You groan out against the sheets as it goes inside of you.

“There we go, that’s a good girl.” Freddy lets out a small hum, rubbing his hands along your ass before giving it another hard spank. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, superstar. To think we are just getting started.” 

He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding you to stand up and spinning you around. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Maybe you should be a little more scared but you can’t help but think he is unbelievably handsome with the way his optics bore into you. 

“Initially I was going to make your pretty bottom bright red until you were begging for mercy but I realize I need something to tide me over.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip before dragging it downward. “So I’m going to put your bratty mouth to use.” With that he pushes you down to your knees, grabbing your hair again and shoving your face against the front of his pants. 

“This is what you were wanting, right? Wanted the big scary bear to come out and show you your place?” He hums out in a chilling tone, rubbing his bulge against you. “Take it off.” Your brows knit together, with your hands bound there was not much you could do. “With your teeth.” 

You look up, having to stop yourself from giving him a glare before nodding your head. Your face was a bright red, feeling a bit embarrassed as you used your mouth to get to his zipper. You bring the piece of metal in between your teeth, pulling it down to the bottom. Pulling your head back you stare at the red boxers, not knowing where to go from here.

You hear him chuckle above you. “How cute…” He murmurs, running a hand through your hair. “Is this part too hard for you? Need some of my help?” 

You timidly nod your head, breath hitching in your throat as you watch him unbutton his pants and slowly pull it down. His heavy cock springs out, a simulated sigh of relief escaping from him.

You giggle, knowing he was so relieved because of how long you’ve been teasing him. Freddy’s optics then zone in on you, his soft touch turning rough once again as he jerks your face towards him. He grabs the base, rubbing the head against your lips. 

“Open wide, tongue out.” 

You obey his orders, keeping your eyes on his as you lull your tongue out. He guides your head onto his cock, the textured underside sliding against your tongue as he pushes his length inch by inch. He was so big, the girth stretching your lips as he made you take as much as you can. 

His head hit the back of your throat, causing your gag reflex to be triggered. A low groan escapes him from the feeling, keeping you there for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for eternity. 

“Mm… Your mouth feels so good around me, my precious star, the thought of destroying your throat until you could barely speak sounds like pure ecstasy.” His words cause your already wet cunt to pulsate, yearning to please him in any way possible. 

Just as you begin to feel light headed Freddy pulls and pushes you on his cock with the grip on your hair. He goes slowly, seemingly wanting to watch the way you take him.

Soft groans left his muzzle, although it was clear his patience was running thin as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“There we go, look at you, taking me so well.” The grip on your hair tightens, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. You sputter and gag around him, tears welling up in your eyes while he lets out a dark chuckle. “It’s not too much for you, is it? Mm… I thought this is what you were wanting?” 

He shoves himself as far as he can down your throat, your eyes widening as you feel yourself getting more dizzy by the second. Just as it was about to get too much he begins the motions of thrusting deep and hard, making you bop your head back and forth to meet him every single time. 

All you can do is sit there and take it as he grunts and growls, gripping harder at your hair till it is teetered on the edge of pain. He begins to become louder, one of the many signs that he was getting close. You feel a deep sense of excitement, desperately wanting him to spill his seed down your throat but before you get the chance he tugs you off his cock with a wet pop. 

You gasp out once you are able to properly breath, panting harshly as tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks. 

His eyes darken at the sight of you, leaning down and wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Look at you ruining your makeup.” He lets out a deep chuckle. “I can’t wait to see how you look once I’m through with you.” 

“T-there’s more?” You rasp, your chest rising and falling.  

“Oh superstar… We are far from over.” His loving caress on your cheek turns into a rough hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides as he leads you to your feet. 

Once again you are pushed down on the bed, Freddy wastes not even a fraction of a second as he pushes up your legs until your knees are bent, keeping you nice and spread for him. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at the sight before him, looking at you as if you were a meal. 

“You’re soaking wet.” He lets out a low groan as his finger traces your slick folds, purposefully not going any further. “You poor thing… All of this torture without any form of stimulation, you must be so restless.” Your body squirms as his metal finger brushes against your slit, letting out a long whine from the teasing. You try to push your hips forward but just like clockwork Freddy’s free hand grabs your waist and pushes you back down onto the bed with a strong force. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” His tone becomes harsh, squeezing at your skin. “You know better.” 

“S-sorry.” You murmur timidly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he continues to play with your outer folds. “Just… Just need you so bad.” 

“Well you should have thought of that, hm?” He uses two fingers to spread your lips apart, getting a good view of your dripping wet hole. “God… You’re twitching.” He seems memorized by the sight below him, one of his fingers brushing against your engorged clit. 

A gasp falls from your lips at the small stimulation, the anticipation being too much to bear as he gives your aching clit feather light touches. 

“Such a pretty little thing… Do you know what I’m going to do with this sweet pussy of yours?” His finger finally presses down firmly, not moving an inch as you shake your head in response. “I’m going to bring you to the edge, over and over. Even when you’re crying and begging for release I won’t give in.” Freddy does the smallest of movements against your nub, sending pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Hopefully this will put you back in your place…” He leans forward, his eyes darkening. “Below me.” 

He withdraws his hands, a long whine of pure frustration leaving your lips from the sense of loss. You are getting more and more pent up by the second, watching him with needy eyes as he grabs the bottle of lube and a wand vibrator sitting beside you. 

“T-the vibrator?!” You frown, feeling a bit worried. “That's so strong…” 

Freddy lets out a chuckle of amusement as he opens the lube and pours it on his fingers. “Oh I know superstar, I know exactly how you’ll react to it.” 

He brings one of his thick metal fingers to your entrance, tracing the edges before prodding the tip against you. You bite down on your bottom lip, spreading your thighs further to encourage him. 

Finally he begins to push in inch by inch, making you let out a pleasurable sigh of relief. He keeps it still, wiggling it back and forth before beginning to push in and out at a slow pace. 

“The urge to skip the preparations and shove right into you is stronger than ever with the way you clench around me like this.” He adds a second finger in as he speaks, giving you a thorough stretch. 

“Mm.. P-please, I need your cock so bad.” You let out small whimpers, feeling yourself unravel from the thick fingers pumping into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You are insane if you think you have any sort of say in this.” 

You give him a small, cheeky smile. “Mm… I don’t think that’s true, you can give in pretty easily with the right amount of pressure.” 

Freddy’s fingers still inside of you, his gaze turning into a stern glare that made your blood run cold. 

“Of course, even now you have to push my buttons.” He presses his fingers into you hard, a small grunt emits from you. “I wasn’t going to go too hard on you but now…” He uses his free hand, grabbing the vibrator and turning it as high as it goes. “Now you’re in for it.” 

You feel your heart skip a beat as he begins to thrust his fingers once again, yet this time at a brutal pace. Your mouth falls open each time his fingers brushed up against your g-spot and once the vibrator was pressed up against your clit it was game over for you. 

Your back arches up against the mattress below you, an electric jolt cascading throughout your being while he firmly keeps the vibrator down onto you. Your limbs twitch uncontrollably, looking down at him with widened eyes. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you?” His teasing tone made you want to bite back but the knot forming in your stomach was making you lose all train of thought. 

Your orchestra of moans only grows, feeling the muscles in your thighs grow taut. Just as you were about to be pushed over the edge Freddy stops his ministrations immediately, pulling off the vibrator and halting his fingers. 

He always knew when you were about to cum, he knew every single sign.

Your walls flutter around the intrusion, a groan of unadulterated frustration pushing past your lips. 

“Freddy!” You whine out, trying to sit up despite your binded hands. 

“You stay still.” His command makes you freeze, letting out a huff as you glare up at the ceiling. “You know very well you can take it.” Once he feels as though you’ve cooled down enough he begins to move inside of you again. “Don’t you want to be my good girl? To reap the rewards of obedience?” 

An unabashed moan is ripped from your throat as he brings the vibrator back down, your walls clench down instinctively around his thick digits, the feeling of an orgasm climbing once again. As soon as he recognizes you getting close he stops, leaving you feeling incredibly hot underneath your skin. 

You look at him with glazed eyes, a pout on your lips. “Please Freddy, I’m sorry- ah!” Your words were cut off once he placed the toy back on your engorged clit.

“You’re too late for that. If you wanted a sweet release you should have behaved during dinner.” He growls out in that low tone that drives you insane with desire. 

It was all getting so overwhelming, especially when he took it off once again, only giving you a few seconds to calm down before pressing it right back down. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, unable to keep yourself quiet and still. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this, you wanted to beg for more but you knew it would only make things worse. 

Just as you were about to reach your climax for the fourth time Freddy stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet pop.

You look up at him with watery eyes and a pout on your lips, shifting in place to feel your arms have fallen asleep behind you from being bound together by the belt. It was uncomfortable, becoming almost painful. 

“F-Freddy… I’m sorry but my arms…” You trail off, looking to the side. 

“Are they hurting?” You nod your head. “Alright, sit up.” 

No matter what Freddy always wanted to make sure you are comfortable, one of the many things you love about him. 

You struggle to sit upright, shuffling on the bed awkwardly to adjust your position to grant him better access. His actions are swift, nimble fingers unwrapping the belt. The moment your hands are released a sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you instinctively reach to massage your tender skin. However, he brings your wrists into his grip, encircling them once more with the binding belt.

A pout forms on your lips from your freedom being taken away, looking up at him to whine. Yet all words on your tongue became a forgotten memory as he pinned you back down with your arms above your head. 

“Did you truly think I would allow you such freedom?” Freddy purrs in a low tone, a deep chuckle admitting from him. “You really do think I’m soft, don’t you?” 

If it wasn’t for the fact you’ve been edged so many times and your brain was complete mush you would have said yes, but now the only thing you could think of was his cock filling you up and making you scream. 

You shake your head. “N-no! I don’t, I-I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Just, please…” You whimper out, giving him a pleading look. 

Freddy brushes his muzzle against your lips, a simulated sigh of satisfaction leaving his voice box. “There we go, that’s my good girl.” He leans back, using his free hand to grab the lube and slick up his heavy cock. “Looks like I finally broke you down, hm?” 

He removes his hand from your own, yet you knew that did not give you permission to move them. You stay still, not willing to risk the chances of getting it all taken away from you as he lines himself up with your entrance. His large hand encloses firmly around one of your hips, dragging the tip up and down your folds. 

“Are you ready superstar?” He rubs a circle into your skin with his thumb.

You give an eager nod of your head, never have you needed something so bad. You keep your glazed over eyes trained on him as his thick head pushed into your entrance, a sharp moan escapes your lips as he sinks inch by inch in. The stretch was just what you needed as his heavy cock pressed into you. Your body stretches and accommodates for his size, walls clenching possessively around him.

“Please.” You manage to beg through clenched teeth, caught in the storm of pleasure taking over your body. Freddy lets out a grunt in response, snapping his hips forward until he is balls deep. You let out a loud moan from the sensation, eyes widening from the feeling of his tip brushing against your cervix. 

“You’re so tight. So perfect.” He groans, pulling his hips back half way before shoving himself in again, keeping himself still. “Just look at you, such a needy, desperate little thing. Finally giving you what you’ve been begging for yet all you want is more.” 

You let out a whimper, a pout on your lips that makes Freddy chuckle with adoration. “You are just too precious. I’ll give you what you want, my little star, but on my terms, you’re going to let me use this perfect hole for how I see fit.” “Y-yes,” There was no more fighting from you, the blistering flames of submission and arousal were too high by now. “Please, use me as much as you need. I-I’m yours.” Freddy seems nothing but satisfied, as a reward he began to rock his hips back and forth. “Beg for it then, tell me how much you need this, how you are here to pleasure me and me alone.” 

“I need it so bad F-Freddy, your dick is all I think about. It’s all I n-need. I want you to use me like I’m your whore.” You were so caught up in it all, so desperate that you didn’t even realize the colorful language you used. To your luck it seemed like something snapped inside of Freddy once you called yourself such a name. 

Freddy withdraws his hips then slams himself right in, if it wasn’t for the hand on your hip you would have been pushed up the bed. His thrusts were sloppy and fast, forcing loud moans and gasps out of her throat. 

“You feel incredible. So… Incredible.” He groans out between thrusts, each one making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

His free hand falls upon your clothed breast, giving it an eager squeeze as your moans mixed in with his. “Want to hear you scream for me, want the whole world to remember exactly who you belong to.” Your head spun, the way he dragged in and out of you at a breakneck speed brought tears to your eyes. “Oh, oh my god!” You gasp out, wishing your hands weren’t bound so you could grab on to anything, to have some sort of anchor amidst this storm of pleasure. “S-so… So much!” 

Freddy chuckles darkly at your words, his claws digging into your hip. “Is it too much for you superstar? This is what you were wanting, you made it very clear. There is no backing down now.” To make matters worse, he removed his paw from your breast and brought it down between your thighs. His thumb wasted no time finding your clit, expeditiously rubbing at the aching bud that made your limbs twitch. Every sensation became magnified - from the feeling of his hard cock filling your depths to the delicious friction of overstimulated nerves. 

Your back arches off the bed, sobs wracking through your body as you are consumed by the intensity of it all. You feel a knot in your stomach, tightening so quick that you couldn’t even warn him besides yelling out his name. Wave after wave hits you like a roaring sea, throwing your head back as you go through the most intense orgasm of your life. He rubs you through it, but of course, he wasn’t planning to stop there. 

“There you go, doesn’t that feel nice?” He grunts out, plunging inside of you with pure force. You writhe and whimper underneath him, staring into blue optics through blurry vision as overstimulation quickly takes over. “Freddy- ah! Freddy please!” You plead, not even knowing what you were begging for. Did you want more? Did you want him to slow down? In the end it didn’t matter what you wanted, you were only able to take what was given to you. Optics staring down at you with pure satisfaction while he quickly brought you to the brink of another orgasm. 

“Please wh-what?” His voice box glitched once he asked the question, a tell tale sign he was getting close. “Please make you cum again? Please fill you up?” He chuckles, snapping his hips into you and making you yelp. “Don’t worry babydoll, I’m going to give you my all.” He leaned in till his face was a mere inch away from yours, keeping that swift pace. “Who do you belong to?” 

His commanding tone reverberates in your ears, fueling the desire that made you yearn to obey him. “You, I-I belong to you! I’m yours, all yours.” You speak between loud cries, your own words not registering as that coil tightens in your stomach once again. “Ah!” You cum again, harsher than the last, your legs kicking in the air as your cunt convulses around him. 

“G-good- Good girl. That’s my good sta-ar.” He only manages to squeeze out his words of praise before a loud groan escapes him. He pushes himself all the way inside of you that causes you to gasp as rope after rope of his synthetic seed covers your walls. 

Your body goes lax against the bed once he stills, panting harshly as your limbs twitch and move on their own accord. It was as if time itself stopped, both of you stuck in the same position while recovering from the passionate moment.  

“Are you alright?” Freddy finally asks, pride in his tone. 

You open your eyes, not even realizing you’ve shut them as you manage to muster a weak smile. “A-amazing.” You breathe out. 

“Good, I was worried for a moment.” Large paws come up to your bound wrists, swiftly unwrapping the belt and tossing it to the side. He then takes your hands into his own, massaging the red imprints. “You did such a wonderful job taking your punishment. I am very proud of you.”

Your heart skips a beat, just like it always does when he says such sweet things. “You think so? I thought I was being pretty naughty.” He chuckles, “A bit, yes. But you caved a lot quicker than what I had calculated.” Thick arms then slide underneath you, pulling you up against his metal torso as his muzzle lightly brushed against your forehead. 

“Calculated… You calculated this?” You ask in disbelief, were you just completely out of it or did he really ‘crunch the numbers’? “Of course I did, on the way home. Although plans changed, I still knew what I had in mind.” While talking he lifted you up, swapping positions so he could sit down on the bed, his cock still embedded inside of you. “You’re unbelievable.” You laugh, leaning back to stare up at him. “I suppose, but so are you.” He places another kiss upon your forehead, running a hand through your hair. “You know I was never mad at you, right?” 

“Of course Freddy, I know this was all a part of our game.”  He always had to check in with you every time, you thought it was nothing short of sweet. “You were… Really hot.” “Yeah? Not as much as you.” He hums, pulling you even closer. “I believe you deserve a reward now, how about a nice bath and then I’ll make you some hot chocolate?” You are clearly pleased by this idea, melting into his embrace. “With a movie?” 

“Of course with a movie, my starlet.” 

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | FNAF - Glamrock Freddy x Listener SFW Glamrock Freddy Holds You As You Cry

[M4A] [Established friendship] [Platonic but implied that Freddy has a crush]

Another FNAF boy! I know it's not the one everyone wants, but I'm really struggling to attempt Moon's voice and can't get myself sounding close to him so in the mean time please accept a Freddy Fazbear.

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[qtipcottonbuds]

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟭𝟲 ; 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗨𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 [CNC + STUCK IN WALL]

a little gift for @lovinglyselfish​ thank u so much for this idea, you absolute genius my bro <333333 this is technically a prelude to one of the other upcoming kinktober entries yes yes, i will also link it here also mayb this wwas too long oh hoo boy anyhoo I FINALLY DID IT. Am I embarrassed yes. But it's 2 in da morning. Whatevs

warnings ;; CNC, dubcon, (this is a roleplay), robophilia, robotfucking, possible mild language, stuck in wall, fingering, oral sex, fear play, worker!reader, reader is scared of the dark too, cumflation, excessive cum, hinting at a glory hole situation, uhhhh oh yes dacryphilia, i think thats it for now ??, also praise kink and petnames etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗬!𝗦𝗨𝗡+𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

Of course, it naturally seems to be that when it’s allegedly ‘too late’ most realisations come to light, or rather stab you in the back. A double-edged sword. You’d opted to take on the graveyard shifts, swapping them for the daytime shifts you’d originally been scheduled to work on - it wasn’t anything to bring home about. Aside from the lecture given to you by one of the higher-ups that even when working after-hours on a day shift, it wouldn’t contribute towards after-hours pay. If anything, the supposed after-hours payment was a complete scam for the newer workers in the Complex. 

An easy way to get more done with less hassle. What a load of shit. Sure enough, working the graveyard shifts allowed you a higher pay raise - and God knew you needed it - the original payment from the prior shift you were on barely covered insurance for questionable injuries.

Worn out, you unintentionally allow yourself to be caught off guard by the overwhelming bright lights occupying the Daycare Centre, almost blinding. In any other case, you’d be more aware, noting not to look up when easing yourself off the padding flooring - but it was late. Probably past midnight. You weren’t exactly used to these shifts. This being the first one of many more yet to come. You liked to think you’d get used to it - at some point, practice made perfect, regardless. 

You did have to admit, the new working hours weren’t all bad, if you had room for some honesty. The animatronics, you had yet the pleasure of meeting, both offered some form of company at least. Being both alone, and in the dark, was something you could never bring yourself to get accustomed to. You’d suspected it was nothing more than a childhood fear, something to grow out of as you grew older, but it stuck firmly. If anything, it grew more intense; the fear of the unknown. The feeling of something being there. Maybe you didn’t have to see it, catch a glimpse of something moving about, away from your line of sight. But, it was the feeling of knowing something could be there. The feeling of feeling something there.

Wiping down and disinfecting the toys, no doubt having been touched or better yet, coated in substances you’d prefer not to think about (especially in the production of how they came to be, exiting a child’s body) you finish up, finally, squirting the disinfectant spray for one last time onto the scrub. A small touch up over the surface of the front desk. 

Setting them down, you sigh. The term graveyard shift, wasn’t exactly an understatement when you thought about it. Your body ached. In more places you considered plausible. Yet, the quicker you got the job done, the easier it would be to head home and sleep for at least the next century. You could at least offer yourself a small break, you muse.

As you prepare to gather your belongings from underneath the main desk within the Center, you pause, catching on to the shade of an obscenely pink plastic ball from the ballpit, just near the entrance of The Cove. It wasn’t that you had any personal vengeance against the colour pink, or any of the selected colours within the Daycare Center (being nothing more than visual simulation for the little ones). It was more that they weren’t exactly gentle on the eyes. Close enough to migraine inducing from the vibrancy. No doubt some of the little children throughout the day had brought them in there. The entrance, near enough to a perfect circle, was just wide enough to crawl through. But, it was dark. Too dark. The soft fairy lights used for decoration had been turned off a few hours ago. Something about saving electricity - a fair enough point.

You contemplate for a short while, exhaling loudly. It wouldn’t hurt putting a few more plastic balls away - there were roughly around 10 to around 20 of them at the most, nothing too heavy. But, it was dark. It wasn’t the most appealing of situations, regardless of how small the hideaway was. There was no source of light occupying The Cove, aside from the overhead lighting cutting through the entry point partially. 

Nibbling on the inside of the cheek, you shift your weight from side to side. 

Quickly striding over (fear fueling your confidence more than anything), you kneel down, leaning into the circular crevice. You’d prefer not to spend any time in that area longer than you needed to. Five minutes at most if you jogged back to the main desk. Mindful of your shoulders bumping into the plush material, you reach in further, blindly palming around until the cool plastic connects with your hand. Latching on to it, you continue the process, taking out one ball at a time, steadying yourself. Nearly done. Squinting, you note there’s one ball further in than the rest, just about illuminated by the light seeping in. 

You could just leave it there. No one would truly notice, most likely until at least the next morning. Yet, you knew, begrudgingly, that even if you had proceeded with leaving it there, you couldn’t risk any mistakes. Not at least on your first night on a new shift - what would that say about you? You needed the pay - you couldn’t risk the possibility of having your check being docked over something so trivial. 

You tap your hands along the smooth material of the entrance, debating. 

“Just one more, that’s all. Then you can rest.”

Exhaling deeply, you lean in for a final time, stretching further in. The entrance walls dig uncomfortably into either side of your ribs, hiking up your work shirt. Abruptly, you find your weight leaning more onto your upper half, leaving you unbalanced - much quicker than you’d anticipated. 

Attempting to pull yourself back with the guidance of the entry point, you find yourself tilting further, having to support yourself reflexively, hands planted firmly on the cushy material - the plastic ball rolling farther in, engulfed entirely in the darkness. 

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. 

You try to breathe through your nose calmly. In. Out. In and out. 

This was no biggie; you’d just overestimated yourself, that’s all. There wasn’t exactly much to the hideout (according to what you were told), mainly occupied by plushies of varying sizes. Nothing more than a safe space. Without the lights on. The majority of the light had now been overshadowed by your shoulders and head, only just filtering through the sides of your neck. Sweat begins to collect in the middle of your hands, hot and balmy, and you opt for shifting your weight onto your knees, internalising thanking the management who gave the green light for the padding flooring; the plausibility of being stuck here longer than you believed, becoming a real possibility.

Pushing backwards, with more urgency this time, you allow your shoes to dig into the flooring, giving some leeway for space as you attempt to twist out of the small hole - you shoulders hunching up together uncomfortably, elbows unable to move, limited by the only space they’d been occupying prior.

Who exactly would still be here? As far as you knew, you were the only one on the said shift, on the said ground floor of the Complex. If anyone else was working this late, they’d at least be working within another sector of the building entirely. The only chance of another hired employee stumbling across you would be nothing more than a coincidence, and that was excluding the possibility of them not even being able to hear you behind the double-glazed glass.

Vanessa; she’d normally finish up around a quarter to midnight, after doing a patrol, both on the security cameras and on foot - and it was already well past the time you’d arrived here initially. Rolling your wrists, allowing a brief break from the strain, you conclude that the only real nearby available help, at the very least, were the animatronics themselves. Either one of the two - Sun or Moon. 

Sun, he was somewhat unnerving, his looming presence of being at least over 8ft tall did initially startle you. And was during the daytime shifts. Although he was mainly jovial, a natural part of his coding system - he was eager to please, eager to learn. Sweet in personality, overall. Moon, on the other hand - your constant fear of the dark did nothing to truly help your possible future interactions with him. You’d only briefly encountered him once, hiding away in the shadows on the ceiling, suspended by wires and bolts. He seemed nice (you hoped at least), you had no real reason to make any judgement but - he was absolutely fucking terrifying in the dark. 

Sucking up your pride (the urge to remain quiet and pretend you’d never even involved yourself in such a stupid situation for a first time shift), you weakly call out, almost sheepish.

“Is, uh, is anyone back there? Hello?” Panic begins to creep into your voice, growing louder in volume. You were becoming increasingly aware of time, knowing that at every even hour, the power breakers would switch off. “Hello? If anyone can hear me, at least, could you help me, please? Hello?”

Nothing. Fuckfuckfuck.

You were okay, you were going to be okay - this was nothing more than a slight blip, a hold up.

Yet, the passing of time, from where you’d started your shift and had gotten stuck, had begun to bleed into one. Every so often, your eyes would drift, just about on the cusp of sleep. You were okay. It was just dark, nothing more, nothing less. The shadows in the corners luckily left nothing to the imagination, engulfing the majority of the given space into one black mass. 

Blinking, you hear the faint whirring of fans and the heavy padding of feet somewhere within the Center. It’s dull, repetitive, a sleep-addled brain unsure of whereabouts it was coming from entirely - but you opt, albeit sleepily, to call out once more.

“Hello?” It’s slurred, weak. “Is… that you, Sun? M’stuck. I don’t… I can’t get out. Could, could you help me, please?”

“Ah! Hello! You’re the pretty new assistant, aren’t you, sunshine? Of course I can help you, silly! Sillysillysilly. It’s what I’m here for.”

Cylindrical fingers, soft and padded, tentatively grasp around your waist. And yet, it’s only until Sun allows his palms to rest on your hips, you acknowledge just how large his hands truly are. Dear God. Each of his fingertips meet across your lower stomach, thumbs kneading your lower back reassuringly - palms large enough to encompass your stomach entirely. 

You were finally going to get out. To go home, brush off the simple mistake and get a much needed sleep.

In spite of the short relief at the thought of being freed, Sun’s fingers skim over the bottom of your work shirt, flicking up the fabric, curiously. His fingers, although coated in a plushy silicone material (for the benefit of preventing accidents), are cool to the touch, not too warm, but not too uncomfortable either to squirm away. 

Still, the animatronic had still made no inclination to pull you out as of yet.

It could be that he was just surveying the situation, that’s all. Looking for the easiest way to pull you out without allowing you to be harmed, is what you tell yourself silently.

Sun’s hands still linger. They trail lower and lower, curling around the belt hoops of your slacks, tugging at the fabric.

“Suh- Sun? Is everything okay back there? You… You haven’t pulled me out yet?” The longer the silence draws out in response to your question, the more the growing unease settles heavily in your stomach. 

Why hadn’t he pulled you out yet?

“You’re so soft, fragile. Plush - compared to me. Sososososo small! Little thing. Pretty sweet thing. All for me.” 

“What?”

“Tiny and pretty, so small in my hands. Well-behaved.”

“Sun, I’d like for you to get me out now… Please? If that’s alright? I need to get home-” You’re more alert now. You don’t like the dark.

He hushes you softly, accompanied by the humming of his sun rays most likely rotating, “Shh. None of that now, sunshine. We don’t talk in our outdoor voices, do we? No; nononono we don’t. That’s naughty. Indoor voices only. Only.”

It’s phrased as a command, rather than as a question - with no room for argument.

Panicking, noticing his presence more closer to you than you anticipated, you struggle in his hold, legs kicking and thrashing about. You needed to leave. Get out of whatever this fucking was. You wanted to go home.

A palm jolts away from your waist, firmly encasing your ankle.

“Sunshine.” You halt in your movements, his voice taking on a deeper tone, breaking with static. “That, that, wasn’t very nice. Was it?”

A meek ‘no’ slips out before you could stop yourself. You couldn’t see - at all. To some extent, you were grateful for it, not being able to see the permanent drawn up smile positioned from cheek to cheek behind you, milky white eyes, too big in proportion to be considered something wholly human, but human enough to recognise the sentiment of certain emotions flitting through his optics. 

You couldn’t see - but you could feel him. Behind you. Looming. 

“I won’t ask you again.” A threat. You consider briefly fighting back - but what good would that do, truly? You were limited by your humanity, and him, it, whatever this was, was beyond that of a human. The bruising hold Sun had left on your legs would no doubt leave marks for days at most.

Sun supplies no response in return to the slight whimper you let out, instead, continuing on, his hands returning to where they originally had settled - metallic thumbs hooking around belt hoops once more, and shimmying your work slacks downwards. Fine hairs across the expanse of your thighs instinctively raise upwards at the sensation of cool air hitting your skin. 

He was far from gentle.

He’s humming now, a tune you can’t say you’re too familiar with, and proceeds to trail his fingertips over the bare skin, up towards your underwear, rubbing over the outline of your sex. As if he was studying it, acquainting himself with your anatomy. 

“Sososososo soft. Delicate. Made for me. A toy.” The last part glitches out, nothing more than an electric warble.

Hooking around the material of your underwear, the fabric strains from the force, sex now bare, embarrasingly so, and Sun, Sun, is nothing near to gentle. Mechanical hands follow around the surface of your rim, feeling across the muscle for a moment or two, before forcefully breaching in, dry and cold. It hurts. It fucking hurts. There’s no room to breathe, letting out a choked gasp of air, as his fingers bear down deeper and deeper, curling and rotating, searching. 

Biting down harshly on your forearm, compelling yourself to avoid honing in on the burning pain, Sun carries on, almost jovially, twisting and spreading his two forefingers apart in a scissoring motion.

It hurts. It hurts and hurts and hurts.

“So warm, wet! All for me. Pretty and warm and lovely and-”

Unable to hold back the drawn out whine, bubbling in your throat, you just about hear the whirring and whooshing of a contraption sliding open, accompanied by a slight hhhhhssssh! and a thick, silicone textured tendril, sloppy and coated in an unknown liquid, brushes up against the fat of your thighs.

It feels like forever and an eternity.

“Wanna fill you up, sunshine, breed and breed, fillfillfill and fill you up just right! A gorgeous, little dolly just for me. For us. Love you, always - always loved you. Watched you, sunshine; talking with the parents, guiding the children if they needed help. Sosososo helpful, so sweet. Good little service worker. Servicing me. Us.”

You wait for him to stop. For it to end.

And yet he doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop. Sun continues to spill and spill and spill himself into you, thick and searing hot, whining helplessly; your stomach beginning to paunch from the volume, settling heavily in your tummy.

Unbearably warm and syrupy, you cringe at the feeling of the liquid seeping between your thighs, starting to cool and stick from the cold air. 

Eyes glossy, you barely notice the feeling of him guiding himself back out, a slight surge of liquid landing on the padded flooring with a wet squelch! in doing so. You can faintly hear the rustling of fabric behind you - Sun casually tucking himself back into his loose fitting pants, but you’re all too oblivious to the chilled sensation of neon marker pens gliding across your heated skin - crudely drawn arrows all directed towards a specific spot.

You hardly take note of the said warmth of his presence leaving you, overstimulated and fucked dumb from the varying sensations - time once again passing. Merging into one and all the same. Joined by nothing but the darkness, you sag, mumbling weakly for ‘help’. You weren’t entirely sure if help would even reach you at this point - if anything, it was more for your own comfort, knowing at least you could hear your own voice, grounding yourself.

Until there’s a slight chiming of high pitched bells, jingling.

The strain in your neck, slack and weak, pulled forwards from gravity, becomes too much to handle, and you glance upwards, only to directly look onto two pin prick dots - a vibrant red, peering back at you from the darkness. You just wanted to go home. 

Sniffling, you writhe, hastily urging yourself to get out, your shoulders burning from the movement.

“I can’t, I can’t. Please, I won’t tell anyone, I promise - just, please… Please help me get out of here. It hurts.”

The bells jingle in tandem, Moon crawling on all fours towards you from the shadows, and he coos. He fucking coos.

“Shh. Shhhhhh. Sun didn’t take care of you, did he? Left you messy. Messymessymessy indeed. And, you will go home, little one.” A smooth thumb rubs over your bottom lip, his faceplate unbearably close to yours, smiling. “Soon. Soon. Your words don’t match the sign left on your back. Not at all. You’ll go home when we’re finished. We’re not done yet.”

You make an attempt to respond, only to gurgle instead; Moon drives his forefingers into your mouth, as if aiming to reach your uvula, until you ultimately gag on reflex, drenching the digits in saliva. 

As he draws his fingers from within your mouth, you immediately hunch over, coughing harshly, eyes blurred - your workplace badge, brightly coloured, now discarded onto the floor with an annoyingly chipper motto of ‘Hi, how may I help you?” with a neatly printed smiley face.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello there! I've been reading your FNAF content on your blog and I am IN LOVE with your writing skills! Could I request dear ol' Glamrock Freddy and Michael Afton being pampered and spoiled by their female s/o who gives off motherly energy?

Aw thank you so much! <3

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Glamrock Freddy

Being Freddy’s personal handler, it didn’t surprise him how often you’d shine his casing or adjust his hat and bowtie. It was just something required as per your job description.

Though months later, when you two become an official couple, he notices you pampering him even when off-work.

He’s aware of your motherly side, especially towards his bandmates, but you’re extra sweet to him.

Instead of him giving presents, it’s you who does. Mostly homemade things he could keep in his room (gotta hide it from the human staff though).

When you offer affectionate gestures like kisses, hand holding, or even booping his nose..he can’t help but wanna return them. It warms his mechanical heart that you see him as a genuine partner.

Giving him encouraging words before a show or after dealing with rude guests always puts a smile on his face. No matter what the circumstance may be.

He’s used to being everybody’s cheerleader, so it’s nice to have you as his own for a change.

Michael Afton

Mommy issues fr

He’s never exactly been spoiled growing up, so the little gifts you leave for him on his desk make him go “???”

Before work, you’re always making sure his tie was straight and his security cap was fixed.

At first he just sarcastically says “thanks, mum”.

But as time goes on, he notices you doting on him, making him dinner/breakfast, and being overall very affectionate.

He loves it--craves it, even. Though he can’t help but wonder if it’s because you wanted something in return.

When he confronts you about it, you just look at him and say “I just like to spoil the one I love most” with a smile that makes his heart melt.

Only now does Michael realize how truly lucky he was to have you.

[hahskeleton]

Solar Judgement Y/N

I finally made a design page for ONE character!! Several more to come :’)

ALSO! I’m making a masterlist!! On there, I’ll have links to design pages, which god is which, and other things I’ve been questioned about!

By the way, I love answering your guy’s questions! Don’t hesitate to talk to me, I love communicating with you guys! Especially people in the dca and fnaf fandoms!

[my view of y/n below the cut! It’s basically how I visualize y/n.]

They’ve got their mother’s blonde and their father super dark brown hair!

[revelinginthedarkrooms]

Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 5

Notes: Y'all, I have to confess something scandalous... I have a hard time writing sexy times for Freddy

Like don't get me wrong, WOWZA, but at the same time he gives off such sweet himbo dad energy that it's tough to think of him as Daddy instead of Dad (I blame Gregory, curse the youth for bringing out parental vibes from sentient robots and making it harder to lewd them!) (the robots, not the children. Please for the love of everything still decent in this fucky world <i>don't lewd the children)</i>

I tried my best, however! I hope you enjoy! Again, if you personally hate orange soda, I am so sorry for what (or who)'s about to come lol

Man, can't believe my first lemon with Freddy and I make it fucking weird lmao

Oh well, hope you enjoy.

CONTENT WARNING: Daddy kink

CHAPTER 5: Glamrocked

Roxy definitely took her time in cleaning you up. Not that you minded, of course; the wolf girl cuddles were easily one of the highlights of your night. She was surprisingly sweet as she gathered you into your lap once you were all cleaned up, resting her chin atop your head as her tail wagged lazily behind her.

But things can’t last forever, and the two of you looked up to see Freddy walking into the area.

Roxy glared. “What is he doing here? He never comes to the raceway.”

“Maybe Vanessa sent him to look for me,” you hummed. Though you were excited to finally see him, you didn’t exactly want to move yet.

Neither did Roxy, apparently, because she tightened her hold on you as the tall bear approached you.

“What are you doing here, Freddy?” She questioned.

“I was looking for the one Vanessa was talking about earlier,” he answered, and good heavens was his voice velvety. You couldn’t tell how much of you was down-bad for this bear, and how much of you was ready and willing to call him daddy.

Better not make it weird, you decided, as you smiled up at him. “Hi, Freddy! I was looking for you earlier, but you weren’t in your room.”

“Ah, yes!” He straightened, his kind eyes scanning you over. “I was talking with Vanessa. She wanted to make sure I would be able to find you should anything happen.”

“That’s awfully sweet,” you cooed. “I didn’t know Nessie cared that much about little old me.”

“Good job, delivery boy,” Roxy added in a snarky tone, growling at him as she hugged you closer. “But (y/n) is mine right now. Go away.”

“I just wanted to check on her,” Freddy reassured, paws in the air as he backed away. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her, Roxy.”

The wolf didn’t answer, watching him with a sharp stare as he left the raceway.

When she knew he was gone, she relaxed a bit, nuzzling back into your hair as she wrapped her tail around your lap. You let her, closing your eyes in bliss. What was better than wolfy cuddles?

You stroked through her tail absentmindedly until your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Roxy made a noise of surprise, backing off enough so that you could reach back and pull it out.

Vanessa had texted you. Are you still w roxy?

ye, you replied. You reached up and snapped a photo of the two of you and sent it to her.

It didn’t take her long to reply. Cute. I sent Freddy your way.

we saw him.

The wolf peered over you at the phone. “Do you have to leave?”

Your heart melted at her disappointed tone, and you patted her cheek, cupping your fingers around it.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “As much as I don’t want to move…”

“I’m still your favorite, aren’t I?” Even though her face looked irritated, her voice was horribly desperate. It squeezed what was left of your heart.

You shifted around until you could see her. Her ears were pointed downwards, her gaze shifted away from you.

“Of course, Roxy,” you reassured, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You’ll always have my number-one spot.”

You scritched the underside of her chin, unsure if she’d feel it, but she let out a keening noise and arched her neck, closing her eyes.

“Come back to visit me again,” she ordered.

“Of course.” You patted her cheek with your other hand and smiled as she squeezed you to her chest before letting go.

You looked around the hall. It was still empty, yet you caught a glimpse of Monty walking around. He pulled his shades down just enough to wink at you from the shadows before going on his way.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before looking at your phone as you walked.

“Let’s see…” you murmured. “Rockstar Row…”

You looked up, seeing the animatronic you were wanting to find just a ways away, his back to you.

You lit up. “Freddy!”

The tall animatronic turned at the sound of your call, and he gave you a brilliant smile. “You’re back! Did you and Roxy have fun?”

“Oh did we,” you laughed as you caught up to him. “Anyway, what are you doing next?”

“I was going to go back to my room. Would you like to join me?”

“Would I ever!” Clasping your hand in his, you chirped, “Lead the way!”

As soon as you got to his greenroom, the two of you sat on the couch.

“How do you like the pizzaplex?” He inquired.

“It’s really something,” you huffed a laugh and curled your fingers around his. “I’m surprised at how high-tech this place is compared to the last time I was at a Fazbear joint.”

“I suppose anything would seem grand compared to what you had before.” He chuckled, low and reverberating, and it made your little heart flip.

Hot damn did he have a glow-up. The Freddy Fazbear you remembered was a clunky, furry thing, with a silly-sounding voice and horrible rumors surrounding him. The animatronic smelled old, funky, like decades of wear and tear. All in all, not that appealing at first glance.

But Glamrock Freddy… he was a hunk. The designers had to have known what they were doing when they were creating him. Dude was stacked up, and he had major himbo energy? A wet dream and daddy issues, all wrapped up into beautiful blue eyes and a thicc physique.

You were still torn on whether you wanted to call him Daddy or Dad. Jury’s still out on which one fit him more.

Freddy’s eyes were kind and alarmingly human  - you felt warm and happy when he looked at you, hand held in his. Definitely more of a Dad kind of guy.

His free hand brushed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. Chica could not stop talking about you earlier. I haven’t seen her this happy since…”

He trailed off, looking away with a sadness that seemed so visceral, he didn’t feel like an AI. You immediately understood his words, and you squeezed his hand with a sympathetic smile.

“He was my favorite of the band,” you confessed with a light laugh. “I always wanted to come here to meet him one-on-one.”

“He would have loved you.” Freddy agreed, his ears turning down. “He was… very much like you. A little more sarcastic, perhaps, but he was kind.”

For a moment, you had a sardonic laugh about that. A lot like me? For the band’s sake, you hoped that wasn’t the case. You weren’t afraid to profess how much of a little gremlin you could be.

“I wish I knew what happened to him.” Freddy continued morosely. “I have my hunches, but I don’t want to make things worse than they are.”

Oh.

You frowned at the ground, unable to say anything back. What could you say that wouldn’t stir the pot?

“He wouldn’t want me to keep moping about him. I apologize, Superstar.” He shook his head and looked back at you. “Would you like a picture?”

“Sure! Photos always get me out of my funk.” You pulled out your phone and winked.

The two of you huddled close together, your head resting on his shoulder, as you smiled at the lens. Freddy held up a peace sign for one picture, while you were winking.

As you let your arm back down, you went through them. “They turned out well.”

“They did.” He nodded his head and patted your hair. “What else would you like to do?”

“Well, what do you do for fun?” Slipping your phone back into your jeans pocket, you turned to him in question.

“Hm. What do I do for fun…” he tapped his chin in thought before his eyes lit up in realization. “Do you like arcades?”

“I love arcades.” You were dead serious as you grabbed his shoulder.

“Excellent!” The bear beamed as he made to get up. “Would you like to check it out?”

“Yes, please!” You bounced with excitement as you hopped from the couch.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator into the dark room, you gasped.

It was beautifully decorated, with neon lights lighting up the walkway just enough so that you wouldn’t stumble and fall. The tiles were glossy and mirrorlike, and the décor seemed so much fancier than befitted a mall.

“Whoa,” you breathed. “All this for an arcade?”

“You’d be surprised,” Freddy chuckled. Taking your hand, he gestured forward. “Well, let’s go.”

He led you through, and you came to a large room full of arcade machines and soft carpet, music playing over the speakers as well as from the machines themselves.

Your eyes sparkled as you beheld them, and you let go of Freddy’s hand to clasp your own together. “I haven’t been in a proper arcade since my seventh birthday!”

“Do you see any that you recognize?” He followed you around, his eyes glowing as bright as a flashlight.

“Not yet,” you frowned as you looked and darted around the machines. “Oh, they have Cap-Man! I loved that game as a kid!”

You excitedly approached the machine, digging your wallet out of your bag. Freddy watched as you fished for some quarters.

“This thing does take money, right?”

“I believe so.” He looked around. “Most of them take an arcade pass to play, but older models such as this only take real money.”

You looked up as you noticed him studying you. “Would you like to play?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not!” You shook your head and put in a few quarters. “As long as you don’t mind playing as Cap-Ma’am.”

Freddy shook his head, and took his place next to you at the arcade machine.

The game was fairly short-lived. You had to take a little bit to adjust to the controls again, but it was like you’d never stopped playing. Freddy was okay at it, but you figured he hadn’t played very much.

After a few rounds, you laughed, fist-pumping. “I’m still worthy! The gaming deities haven’t abandoned me yet!”

“That was a good game, (y/n).” He seemed proud as he patted your head. “What other games do you like?”

“Well, I dunno.” You shrugged. “The games I play now can’t be found in an arcade cabinet. Well, unless you count Mario Kart. I don’t even think this place has Mario Kart.”

“It’s worth a look, isn’t it?” He asked.

“I suppose.” You shot him a mischievous grin. “At the very least, I’ll get to blow my money on more games on the way!”

To your lack of luck, you didn’t end up finding Mario Kart. You did, however, find a generic racing game - and that was honestly enough for you.

Freddy was a good sport about it, indulging you in your excitement and letting you stop and play whatever caught your eye.

About half an hour later, you sat with him at a booth, satisfied (and out of quarters). He let you lean on him, his warmth soothing you.

“That was fun,” you commented. “I haven’t done that in a while.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” His pleasant voice made you close your eyes. “Oh, are you getting sleepy?”

“No, just very relaxed.” You huffed a laugh and rested your hand on his chest. “Believe it or not, this is the least stressed I’ve been in a long time.”

The soft lights and the music were so reminiscent of your childhood, that it was easy to get carried away. Especially in the dark, where it was so incredibly easy to get away with so much…

Suddenly, your eyes opened. An idea was brewing. “Didn’t we pass by some photo booths on our way here?”

“I recall so, yes.” He tilted his head at you in question. “Do you wish to take more photos?”

“Only if you’ll be able to fit in there!” You joked, sitting back up.

“It will be a tight squeeze, but I can fit,” he surmised with a smile. “Let’s go, then.”

You led him by the hand back into the arcade, where you found one not far from the exit.

You pulled the curtain back and Freddy carefully started to shimmy into the booth, bending so that his head wouldn’t strike the ceiling.

As soon as he was settled in, you climbed in after him, settling in his lap. His legs closed around you, and once you let the curtain go, you were both left sitting there.

“Alright. Does it take cash, or…?” You asked, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Oh.” Freddy sounded disappointed. “I’ve forgotten. The photo booths do take an arcade pass to operate.”

“That sucks.” You slumped, yet your smile grew. “Well, we don’t have to move - I kind of like the confined space.”

“Okay.”

You leaned back against his chest, closing your eyes as his hands rested on his thighs. They were about as big as your whole face, and those nails looked sharp - though fortunately from your romps with Monty and Roxy, you knew they weren’t actually dangerous.

The only light came from his eyes, which illuminated the dark screen of the photo booth. It was pleasantly quiet, save for the arcade music still playing outside.

“.. Hey, Freddy?”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever… had a crush before?”

You could see him blink in the reflection of the monitor. “Not that I have known.”

“Really?” That was surprising. “Not even on someone like Chica?”

He chuckled, patting your head. “Chica is one of my very best friends.”

“Man, that’s awkward…” you muttered, leaning into his touch.

“I assume that you have?” He kindly asked.

“Once or twice,” you shrugged vaguely. “They never lasted long.”

“From what I have seen of the people who come here, they seldom do.”

You shifted again, and Freddy’s hand rested on your shoulder.

“Are you well?” He asked, concern bleeding into his tone. “Your internal temperature has gone up since we entered the booth.”

“Ah, yeah, fine,” you answered distractedly. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“What about me?” He sounded so inquisitive, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Everything.”

Freddy remained quiet for a little while, allowing you to relax with your thoughts. You were having so much fun, it was hard to think about the fact that it was going to end in a few hours. You didn’t even want to check your phone for the time, lest it dampen your spirits more.

Shifting once more, you settled in against his chestplate.

“Are you alright? You keep wiggling.” He shifted his legs apart further. “Are you nervous in contained areas?”

I want you in my contained area, your down-atrocious brain supplied. You pushed it down and instead replied, “I’m fine, just a little sore.”

“Sore?” That seemed to alert him, and he gently grabbed your waist and turned you around, scanning you with his eyes. “I don’t sense any injuries..”

“That’s because I’m not hurt, Freddy.” You giggled, booping his nose. To your utter delight, it still honked.

He went cross-eyed before looking at you. “Are you sure?”

“Your sensors aren’t lying.” You settled onto your knees and grasped his shoulders.

“If you’re sure you’re alright,” he relented, cupping your cheek with one clawed hand. It easily wrapped around you, from your cheekbone to the back of your head. His thumb was pressed gingerly to your soft flesh, and you closed your eyes.

“Do you want to help me be less sore?” Your voice was soft, inviting.

Freddy blinked before nodding. “Of course. I am programmed to help. What can I do?”

Making sure you looked him in the eyes, you reached down to unbutton your jeans.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Showing you the place that’s sore,” you answered, unzipping them.

“Down there?” He balked. “But that’s…”

Then he seemed to realize. “You… and Roxanne…”

“I’m surprised you figured me out that quick!” You giggled, pulling them down enough for him to get a good eyeful of your panties.

His eyes went half-lidded, and he shook his head. “This is inappropriate behavior for such a public place.”

“Not so public right now, is it?” You smiled at him, raising an eyebrow. “We’re all alone, in a photo booth… in the middle of the night…”

“One of the others could catch us,” he reminded you, though he wasn’t making much of a move to stop you.

“Why would they come all the way down here?” You kicked off your jeans and shoes, leaving you in your sweater, panties, and socks.

“It could be close to six,” he halfheartedly argued.

“The last time I looked at the clock, it was three AM.” You shook your head with a wag of your finger. “Try again.”

“The STAFF bots would have to clean up after us.”

“Let them.” You leaned in to peck his cheek. It was softer than you thought it would be, almost velvety. Did he have fur after all? “Right now, it’s just us.”

“The others would never let me hear the end of this.” His paw came to rest on the small of your back, and you shivered.

“Is that a no?”

“I never said as such.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at him as you hooked a thumb under the waistband of your panties. “Then I don’t suppose you would mind me doing this…?”

You pulled down your undergarments, and immediately your cheeks flushed under his intense stare. Your core was alight with the licking flames of desire as his bright blue eyes flickered up and down your body, pausing on your blushing lips and moistening thighs.

“I have… never seen anything like this before,” his voice went even deeper, if possible, and you swallowed, feeling his fingers trail down to your hip.

“Do you like it?” Breathless, wanting.

“Yes.”

Your back arched as his thumb began to rub tight circles on your supple flesh, growing nearer and nearer to your eager lips, biting your lip as he leveled you with a look of uncharacteristic desire.

Did they program the robots to feel horny, or is this some kind of bug? You didn’t know, nor did you care.

“Freddy,” you whispered with a soft gasp as his thumbpad pressed against your clit, making your hips jump.

“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” he asked, eyes jumping to yours for the briefest of moments before going back down to your legs.

“Aaah, yes…” your words came out in the softest of hisses as his finger sank in.

“You are very wet…” his voice was husky as you leaned into him, resting your chin against his cheek. “Yet you’re so warm and inviting…”

“I’ve been wanting this,” you shyly admitted, spreading your legs open wider as his first finger crept in next.

“Have you, now…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “What about Roxanne?”

“Her, too.”

“You are so naughty,” his voice was so unbearably teasing as his first finger began rubbing small circles on your clit and drawing gasping whimpers from your throat. “I haven’t been your first?”

“Oh, no,” you shot him a devilish grin. “I had to prepare myself for you, of course. What fun would I have in going right for the star?”

Freddy’s ears twitched, and if he could raise his eyebrows, you have no doubt he would have.

“Besides, I’m not a virgin.” You winked. “Not anymore.”

“Am I not the first to claim you?”

“Well, no, not in that way.” You shrugged, appearing coy. “Monty got that honor.”

“Ah, is that so?” Instead of jealousy, like you expected, he sounded surprised. “Was it enjoyable?”

“Best dick I’ve had to date,” you shamelessly bragged. “Unless you can outdo him, of course.”

“I am not one to engage in rivalries, but I would gladly indulge in this one,” he answered, his gaze narrowing. A mischievous smile spread across his muzzle and you felt his thumb curl inside you. “No hard feelings, of course.”

You mewled, arching your back and rolling your hips. How was he so good at this?! “So you’ve-- ahn--  never done this before?”

“You are my first.” HIs voice changed to something softer. “Am I doing well?”

“You’re doing so well, don’t worry.” You cupped his cheek and smiled.

“That’s good. I would hate to disappoint you.” He returned your look with a bashful one, one that made your heart do a backflip.

He’s so damn adorable. Dammit, my heart is melting.

“Hey,” you remembered, “do you have a… y’know… under that plate?”

“I do not know. I have never checked.”

The two of you looked down, and as Freddy opened his pelvic plate, sure enough, from the dark cavity rose a creamsicle-colored phallus. Light-orange around the outside and cream on the inside, it looked as inviting as it seemed.

You stared fervently at it. It was definitely about as big as Monty’s, though it wasn’t tapered at the tip, and it was just a little wider.

“Huh,” you intelligently observed. “I guess you do have one.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“That’s an awesome thing.” You nodded, reaching out to touch it.

The second your fingertip made contact with the shaft, Freddy shivered, and the penis twitched. Something translucent was already leaking from the head, and you licked your lips as artificial orange hit your nose.

“Oh my,” he whispered, only loud enough for you to catch.

Your heart was pounding, desire twisting your gut as you grasped it this time, descending your hand in a lazy stroke down the shaft. The answering jolt of Freddy’s hips only made you smile.

“Do you want this?” Your voice was scant louder than his. “Do you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Please,” he breathed.

You could do nothing but oblige.

Sinking down, you slipped off of the seat and grasped the shaft tighter in your hand. Making sure he was watching, you pressed your lips to the tip, coating them in the thick, sweet liquid.

His eyes watched you feverishly as you slipped the tip into your mouth, your tongue circling around the best you could. He moaned, his fingers tangling into your hair, and you began to bob your head.

Stroking the base, you began to take him deeper into your mouth - until he hit the back. You gagged slightly, easing an inch or two out - and answered his concerned voice with a thumbs-up. You were fine, you could handle this.

Slowly, you began to suck. It was a better texture than you thought it would be, presumably about the same material of Roxy and Chica’s tubes. It was soft in your mouth, bending slightly as you pressed into the underside with your tongue. You scraped your teeth across the top - and he groaned in response, the deep sound vibrating through your mouth.

“Such a good job,” he praised lowly, petting your head. “Oh, (y/n)...”

The part of you that dealt with daddy issues was absolutely crying at this. His praise lit up parts of you that you hadn’t thought existed, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach and making your heart feel light.

As you bobbed your head up and down, his own reclined, resting against the wall, yet he never took his eyes off of you. You met his gaze and your cheeks flushed a pretty red at the softness you found there, a special intimacy that made you feel all kinds of bashful and exposed in the best of ways.

Dare you be cliché, it felt as if it was your first time with a lover, instead of something programmed to entertain.

When you swallowed around him, it seemed to do something to kick him into overdrive, his voice box stuttering as his whole body seemed to shake.

“Please do that again,” he pleaded.

Smiling around his dick, you did so again - and were surprised when his hand gripped your hair tighter, his hips jutting into your face just as a shot of orange-tasting cum went down your throat.

You choked for a moment, yet you didn’t pull back - not yet, and you were able to drink as he came into your mouth.

Freddy caressed your scalp when you finally let go of him with a audibly wet pop, your lips swollen and dripping with cum. You panted, looking up into his face through your eyelashes as you slowly licked it off of your bottom lip.

“Was that good?” Your voice was still husky, your throat just a little sore.

“You were amazing, Superstar,” he encouraged, and it was enough to make your pussy throb. Damn you needed therapy if this was getting you off.

You reached for where your panties were dangling from your ankles and dropped them to the floor before shifting your legs, resting your knee on the other side of his hip and grasping his dick.

As you lowered yourself onto him, a deep, reverberating moan left him - and you bit your lip as it sent shockwaves through the pit of your gut, straight to your core. The head sank inside of you, and Freddy’s eyes went half-lidded - staring right into yours.

“You’re so big,” you keened.

“Your internal temperature has increased dramatically,” he replied, brushing a thumb across your brow. “Is that because of me?”

“Ooh, yes,” you moaned, as his other hand grasped your hip and pushed you down further. “Freddy…”

The bot let out a deep, satisfied sigh in response as your pussy took him deeper and deeper. From the angle you had, his shaft ground against your special spot, the tip pushing further than you thought possible.

The breath left your chest as you were finally seated in his lap, his dick stretching you wide open. Though he wasn’t at the end of your cavern, he was close - you could feel him just centimeters from your cervix, and the thrill of it made you shiver deliciously.

“Are you ready?” His fingers traced your hipbones, waiting.

“My body is ready for Freddy,” you jested with a light laugh.

Without much more of a wait, he brought you up, up, up - and then dropped you down again. Your laughter cut off into a choked moan, and you found your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Oh, o-oh,” you gasped.

“Ride me,” he ordered softly.

Biting your lip, you began to bounce up and down in his lap, your knees clenching together around his thighs. His dick was hitting spots you didn’t know you had, and it was exhilarating.

He was groaning quietly, murmuring soft praises to you under his breath - into your ear from where your chin rested on his shoulder, his hands massaging your hips.

“You’re so good, such a good girl,” he encouraged, his dulcet tones making your head light. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Daddy,” you keened without realizing.

You paused the moment it left your mouth, and so did Freddy. His shallow thrusts paused and you could feel the confusion in his voice as he echoed, “Daddy?”

“Sorry,” you murmured, embarrassed.

“I’m not offended, just… surprised,” he replied. “I did not think I enjoyed being called that.”

Your heart fluttered, and you pulled back to smile at him. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he answered with an encouraging squeeze.

Your voice warbled louder as he sank you back onto him, and you gripped his shoulders tightly. “Ah, D- Daddy!”

“Good girl,” he cooed, his thumb finding your clit.

You writhed under his touch, delicious sparks going up your body intensified by the slightest vibration.

“Is this what you wanted to hear?” He questioned, emphasizing his words with a firm roll of your clit under his thumb. “Did you want to hear someone call you good? To praise you? To make you feel wanted?”

This was hitting  dangerously close to home, but not close enough for you to lose your ladyboner. “Fuck yes, keep going,” you begged.

“What a mouth you have.” He tutted. “I don’t have to remind you again to watch your language, now do I?”

“No, Daddy,” you shook your head rapidly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“That’s my star.” His smile seemed a touch less wholesome, more sultry, as he ran his claws down your back. “Moan for me.”

You pressed your chest to his, another cry escaping your lips as he hit your g-spot head-on. “Freddy!”

“That’s not what you wanted to call me, is it?” A teasing tone to his voice and his finger withdrew from your clit.

“Fuh-- Daddy!” You would be ashamed your voice was that loud if the arcade hadn’t been empty of people and there hadn’t been music to drown you out. “Please, please make me cum, please…”

“Do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes please, I’ve been so good,” you begged, trying to grind your hips down. “Please Daddy!”

“Alright, little superstar. Let’s see you come undone.”

Without warning, he gripped your hip tight and forced you down, ripping a cry from you as he completely filled you up over and over again. His finger on your clit didn’t cease, rolling it about and sending sparks of pure electric pleasure through you. Your body jolted and twitched, your head falling back, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I’m coming,” you shakily exclaimed. “Fuck, coming--!”

Your pussy clamped down like a vice on his dick, squeezing the life out of it as you spasmed with your release.

Freddy held you there, his hand caressing your hip with an almost loving touch, his deep blue eyes scouring each inch of your sweaty body as you glistened under the light.

When at last you stopped, your body falling limply into his arms, he began to pump into you again, relishing the weak moans escaping your lips.

“You were such a good girl for me,” he praised, his hand coming up to pet your head. “You’re so beautiful, (y/n).”

You couldn’t even muster up a response, closing your eyes and falling back into the sensations of his cock stirring up your arousal, despite your body warning you that it was still too soon.

He grunted, gripping you tight in a hug as he finally stilled, his dick sheathed within, and released.

The feeling of his claws gently scraping against your scalp and the soft reverberation of his voice lulled you into a state of unconsciousness, barely feeling the ticklish trickle of his fluid down your legs.

As you finally felt yourself nod off, one hazy thought entered your brain: Holy fuck... am I a furry?

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Undertale (Platonic or Romantic)

[Game] Fnaf (Most are platonic, maybe exceptions for Michael)

TADC/The Amazing Digital Circus (Platonic)

TPN (Platonic)

Komi can't communicate (Platonic or Romantic)

• Sorry if I write for few Fandoms.

— WHAT DO I DO;

Child!Reader, Fem!Reader, Male!Reader, Gn!Reader.

HeadCannons, Oneshots

Genres such as Fluffy, Romantic, Platonic, Anguish, are welcome.

I can write things simply to comfort myself.

— WHAT I DON’T DO;

Relationship Romantic: Older x Younger

Smut, Spicy or anything +18.

Poly-Relationships

Characters x Oc

Afab or Amab

incest, pedo...and other things

Yandere....(I don't like that, sorry)

Warnings;

Slow updates (I'm not looking to get paid to write, I just like it).

English Mistakes.

Accepting requests <3

....Well, that's all (for now)

Masterlist: (Updates Soon)

[snowflakeanimelover]

Hello <3

I like your work and was wondering if I could request a glam rock bonnie x animatronic skull dog! Reader, I don't want this to sound like an oc or anything but can reader be hot headed and rude <3

Also could it be fluffy

Sorry if this sound long and complex 🥲

You don’t have to do it if you don’t want too :D

_🐍 anon

Hiii snakey anon! Thank you for reading my work! I’m glad you like it :) This isn’t long at all and I would love to write this for you! So sorry for the long wait <3 And since it wasn’t specified, I’ll be using female gender for the reader. Hope that's okay!

Relationship: Glamrock Bonnie x Skull dog animatronic Female Reader

Fandom: FNAF: Security Breach(Glamrock Bonnie is non-canon)

Warnings: Arguments, reader is mean but can be soft, bonnie is an angel from heaven, fluff :)

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Never Let Go

Being a popular animatronic has its perks. Many fans adore the Glamrocks and they have their own merch in stores. While the Glamrocks get popular and get noticed, the leftover pieces from the main animatronics are put as the underdogs. 

(Y/N) is one of those underdogs. A once popular animatronic from so long ago is now broken and put down in the underground. She doesn’t like the popularity. She doesn’t like to be noticed. But, deep down, Glamrock Bonnie knows full well she misses her old self.

Glamrock Bonnie met (Y/N) when he was wandering around the building. He managed to get himself down to the underground levels and ran into the skull dog animatronic. She was supposed to be a cute dog that all children would love. But now, her pretty face was practically gone. All but a metal skull of the animal is shown. The rest of her figure was there, beautiful, surprisingly soft, fur stayed together. Even her ears and tail still held its original look. A bit battered, but still there. 

No matter what, Glamrock Bonnie still saw the pretty and cute puppy she was supposed to be. And she hated that.

“Why are you here?” She spits at him.

Bonnie chuckles at her usual antics. “I brought you something!” He held out a stuffed toy of the dog animatronic herself. Albeit a bit ruined from its long await in a dark corner, it was still something that could be salvaged. Bonnie was excited to show something so rare to the once popular animatronic. 

He watched as she stared at it in shock, her metal hand slowly taking it from him. Within seconds, the stuffed toy was on the floor with bits of stuffing floating in the air. 

“What is wrong with you?!” She yells, her eyes facing the hard metal floor under her feet. “Are you trying to tell me I’m not the same person I was back then?! That I’m not pretty or cute as I used to be?!” 

Bonnie had no intention for her to feel that way from his gift. Even so, he smiled gently at her, kindness in his eyes as he looked at her. “Of course not.” He says, picking the toy up once more. “(Y/N), to me, you are still as pretty and cute as this toy. I still see the old you.” Although he wasn’t built when she was in her popular state, he looked up as much information as he could on her shortly after meeting her. 

(Y/N) looked up at him, her ears pulled back in fear and guilt. “Wh-what…?”

He puts the toy gently back into her hands, this time she didn’t throw it. “That’s right. I’m so happy to have met you, (Y/N). You are a good friend.” Suddenly, his bunny ears perk up at a sound he heard. “Oh, it looks like I have to go. I’ll be back, so wait for me.”

(Y/N) stared at the toy in her hand as Bonnie left. Slowly, she brought it to her chest as if to hug it. “You idiot.” She says, sitting on the floor to wait for Glamrock Bonnie.

[sunshineistyping]

Plans

Pairings: Established Sundrop/Sunny x Fem!Reader, Light Moondrop/Moon x Fem!Reader

Au: Mobster au (?)

Warnings: Mention of drinking, mentions of kidnapping

There they were, the two most extravagant folks this side of the city. The dame with her deep blue dress sat at the bar, her friend wandering off to collect what he assumed they really came for. Those two were simplistic in wants and deals, neither having had their names with heavy influence until recently. The Lady and her possible Tramp had carved their own path through this crime ridden city with a switchblade knife and a cigar. Her nails, well-manicured, tapped impatiently against the wooden bar top. Oh now he had to know to know more, he shook his glass of whiskey and ice before making his way over. He slid into the seat beside the young woman, his hat gently tipped over his eyes and suit crisp. She turned to him with her lips gently parted. Her sweet, gentle eyes met his and for a moment his thoughts spilled away. So this is how she manipulated countless rich, cocky men.

“Well hello, what’s an Angel like you doing in a little hole-in-the-wall place like this?”

“Angel? You flatter me, Sir.” Her honey coated voice slid off her tongue with such ease he’s certain his mechanical heart would’ve stopped if he was any weaker of a man.

“I don’t mean to Doll, you’ve got an air about you not fit for this place.”

“Are you implyin’ something?”

“Maybe, All’s I’m saying is you and me could easily get out of here.”

“A bit of a playboy, huh? I’m sorry but I’ve come here with someone.” She practically purred out the words and, as if on cue, her friend had returned with a suitcase. The blue of his eyes scanning over the situation as he walked up. Now, Moon was certain he could’ve convinced her to leave with him had he not arrived. She would be a good capture, the leader of an opposing family.

“Something the matter?” Her friends gaze remained on her as if waiting for silent confirmation. She closed her eyes and tilted her head down.

“Yes everything’s quite all right, this man was simply keeping me company. Isn’t that right Mr…?” She extended an invitation but didn’t turn her head even slightly over to him.

“You can call me M.”

“Well, you sure were getting close to my wife.”

“Didn’t mean to encroach on your territory, I assure you. Simply saw a young woman at a bar alone, would you have not done the same?” He brought his whiskey a tad closer to him and watched the others movements in case a fight was to break out. Oh but this gave him a lot to think about, the leader was married and this surely complicated things, now didn’t it?

“I suppose I would’ve.” The man huffed and gently extended a hand for his wife, she stood carefully. The yellow of his rays glowing under the bars dim light. Her extravagant dress shifted as she stood, showing her right leg through the split of her dress. The two appeared almost beyond comprehension. They truly were beautiful together, ghostly as if apparitions. At last her gaze met his once again.

“Thank you for speaking with me Mr. M, otherwise I might’ve gotten myself a bit tipsy.” She giggled and brought a gloved hand to her glossed lips. It was only then he realized she had the eyes of a predator, her stare was narrowed and hunting. She wasn’t just a little house cat as he had wrongfully assumed.

“Yes, of course.” Well, his plan had failed. It wouldn’t be very easy to pull her away as he’d hoped. The two walked right outside of the bar, the woman grinning.

“It all went according to plan.” The sun mumbled and opened the door of their car for her.

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(I'm sort of back? Random inspo writing✨)

[acidxinxwonderland]

Resurgence

Chapter two: Reconcile

18 plus!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: You live a stressful life to say the least, working two jobs and going to college is no easy task. You find it hard maintaining many things, such as friendships, your home and most importantly yourself. Yet after finding boxes full of parts for an animatronic near a dumpster, you do everything in your power to restore him. Little did you know that he was going to change your life for the better.

Tags: Female Reader, No use of y/n, Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Dominant Glamrock Freddy, Submissive Reader, Touch-Starved, Reader is a hot mess, nicotine addiction, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn-ish, Build a penis, Readers parents have passed away

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: All the chapters aren't going to be words that start with the letter R, I promise LOL. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I've been really trying to improve my writing and I hope it shows :DD

AO3 link

Chapter 1

The pale light of the sun rising filters through your windows, a soft groan escaping your lips as the sound of a blaring alarm clock hits your ears. You blink awake, eyes heavy with sleepiness as you reach your hand over to your bedside table, blindly grasping at the air until you find your phone.

You bring it close to your face, barely able to make anything out through your blurry vision as you turn it off. You reluctantly sit up, fatigue has a complete hold of you, moving your feet off the side of the bed as if you were in slow motion.

You muster the strength to stand up, nearly tripping over your discarded pants from last night while stumbling over to the door. You slowly descend down the stairs, rubbing at your eyes as you go to make a b line for the kitchen yet you stop in place from the smell of food in the air.

That’s right, you have a new buddy.

You see the animatronic bear at the stove with his back turned towards you, the sweet melody of his humming finally hitting your ears. He dwarfs everything around him, practically a giant in your own home yet at this very moment he seemed nothing more than peaceful. The golden rays seeping through the half-closed curtains hit him just right, it was memorizing.

So memorizing you forgot you weren’t wearing any pants for a moment. You look down at yourself, realizing you should probably go upstairs and put something on. Just as you’re about to make your grand escape Freddy looks back at you.

“Superstar!” He exclaims in a cheerful tone, spinning around to face you. “Good morning-” His voice abruptly trails off as his gaze locks onto your lower half. “Oh! You are… You are not wearing pants.”

Heat rises up to your face at a breakneck speed, never have you wanted to run away from your own home until now. You force your lips up into an awkward smile, fingers unconsciously finding their way to scratch the back of your neck.

“S-sorry about that, I totally forgot that you’re here now… Living with me.” You trail off, looking anywhere but his face.

“There is no need to apologize, you are in the comfort of your own home. I’m sure this is a very common practice among you humans.” He was talking as if you were some alien. The absurdity prompts a chuckle to escape from your lips.

“I guess you could say that.” You finally bring your eyes back to him yet his gaze is fixated on your bare legs. You are a bit taken aback, furrowing your brows until chalking it off as just his curiosity, you’re sure he’s never seen someone just wearing underwear before.

His optics finally meet yours, with a small twitch of his ears he hastily turns, reaching for a plate in the cupboard.

“I have made you something called ‘corned beef hash’, I found the can and thought perhaps this would be good enough for breakfast.” He scoops the food onto the plate carefully, facing back towards you, extending the plate with a slightly awkward motion.

You offer him a grateful smile, taking a step forward to take the plate from his hand. “Thank you Freddy, I’m going to eat this upstairs, don’t have much time before my class.”

“Completely understandable, perhaps you should try to get more rest afterwards? It will be beneficial!” He suggests with a hint of concern.

You give a short nod of your head. “Yeah, okay. A short nap, I’ll see you later then!”

With that you part ways with the animatronic bear, feeling both grateful and embarrassed at the same time as you retreat back to your room to begin your class.

During the entire lecture you fought the constant battle of keeping your eyelids from sliding shut, the minutes seemed to stretch on for hours as your focus continued to wane. Yet there was still a strong determination in you, one that made you want to stay on top of your studies. You soldier on with every key-stroke and hurried note taking.

As soon as your class is finished you immediately go back to your bed, as you get underneath the blankets it almost feels like a comforting embrace, easily slipping into the sweet security of sleep. It was as if you blinked, opening your eyes again to feel a sense of rejuvenation. Getting up you prepare yourself for the rest of the day, ensuring that you have pants on this time.

Walking back downstairs with a relaxed look on your face you find Freddy doing a task once again, bending over the coffee table and carefully placing trash into a bag. He looks over at you with kind eyes, straightening himself out.

“Hello! You seem to be feeling much better.” He observes, setting the trash bag near the coffee table.

“Yeah, I am. And it seems like you’ve been keeping yourself busy.” You gesture towards the trash bag, he looks down at it for a moment as if he forgot what he was just doing before replying.

“I sure have! There is much to do here, it is always good to get started as soon as possible.”

“Well thank you. This is… Nice.” Your appreciation was evident in your tone.

“Of course superstar! ‘Nice’ sums it up well. Now, do you have any plans today?”

You let out a small hum of thought, looking off to the side, you had more free time now that Freddy was here albeit not much. You have gotten used to going straight to work on him as soon as you have time spare. You actually had the entire day off now! You could do anything your heart desires, like sitting on the couch and watching some fun movies with a nice beer.

However, once your gaze returns to Freddy, a new and exciting idea pops up in your mind. It has been half a year since you’ve last actually hung out with some old friends.

“I mean… I could take you out to see one of my friends?” You suggest, watching Freddy’s curiosity pique.

He tilts his head to the side. “A friend? That sounds quite fun!”

“Hell yeah it does, the look on his face when he sees you…” You chuckle to yourself at the thought.

One of your best friends, Aidan, thought that re-building Freddy would be impossible, he droned on and on about it the entire way back home when you first found him. You told yourself during that very moment you were going to prove him wrong and rub it in your face. Here is your opportunity.

“Let’s get going then.” You declare with a mischievous glint in your eyes, making your way to the door and grabbing your keys from the hook on the wall.

“We’re going now?” Freddy’s tone was quizzical as he follows after you. “What about lunch? It is almost 2 PM.”

“Lunch can wait big guy.” You open the door, leading him towards your van parked in your driveway.

You pause once the heavy steps behind you come to a halt. You turn to find him gazing upwards, captivated by the beauty of the world.

“This is…” He trails off while staring up at the expanse of the clear blue sky adorned with fluffy white clouds.

You feel your heart flutter from the sight, a warmth rushing throughout your body. “It’s a lot different during the day, huh?”

Freddy brings his attention back down to you, nodding his head. “Yes it truly is. It is all so… Marvelous.” He was silent for a brief moment afterwards and you can hear the sounds of his gears inside of him becoming faster as if he was trying to process it all. “I apologize, let us get a move on, shall we?”

“There’s no need to be sorry, soak it all in. It’s um… It’s nice, seeing you experience this stuff.” You feel a bit awkward to admit it as you continue the walk over to your van.

“Is that so? Well I’m glad to hear it.” He lets out a mechanicalized hum, a twinge of amusement in his tone.

With a brisk nod, you open the door to the passengers side. Your van was sizable, and though you’re aware fitting him inside might prove a challenge, you are undeterred. He halts for a moment, eyes sweeping across the interior of your vehicle. Eventually, he eases himself inside with cautious movements. The door clicks shut as you round the van, claiming your seat on the driver's side.

Having Freddy inside causes the space to be quite snug, you could work with it though. You slide your seatbelt across your body, securing it with the sound of a click. Freddy attempts to copy you but alas his torso was too large to put it on, his ear twitches at that fact, looking at you for guidance.

A chuckle escapes your lips as you initiate the ignition, the engine’s hum filling the space of the van. “Don’t worry about it,” you assure him. “It’s a short drive.” The challenge now shifts to avoiding any encounters with law enforcement; you had no idea how a police officer would react to an animatronic bear riding shotgun. Despite your research to ensure there were no legal repercussions for repairing him, the sight of Freddy might be a bit unsettling for anyone to see at the moment.

Freddy’s curiosity is piqued the moment the van’s engine roars to life, blue eyes flitting from one detail to another with wonderment behind his gaze. You observe his fingers dancing over the vents before him, opening it and closing it only to flinch once the cool air of the AC kicks in.

“Motor vehicles are quite interesting.” He muses, his attention shifting to a button on the dashboard. With a press, loud music floods in through the speakers, once again startling the bear. Your laughter rings out, quickly turning the music down to make it more bearable for him.

“Careful there, you’re going to hit the eject button.” You playfully quip, a grin lighting up your features as you press down on the gas and drive down your winding gravel driveway.

“An… An eject button? As in one that will kick me out of the motor vehicle?” There was genuine concern in both his face and words, seeking clarification from you.

Suppressing a laugh, you meet his gaze with a mischievous glint in your eyes, pulling out onto the road. “Nah, not really.” A widening grin forms on your lips from the satisfaction of tricking him. “Can’t believe you fell for that.”

Freddy lets out a simulated huff, his gaze shifting to the window beside him. “Well, forgive me for believing in the information my supposed guide to the outside world provides.” He retorts, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

You let out an amused chuckle, glancing his way. “Touché Freddy. But rest assured, I promise not to send you flying out of my truck.”

“Good to know, as I’d prefer to stay grounded.”

With that the two of you fell silent as the miles rolled by, Freddy’s eyes were glued to the passing scenery going by as soft music played in the background while you puffed on the end of a cigarette. It was peaceful, a moment you didn’t want to end, there was no better company than with another you can sit in comfortable silence in.

Yet before you know it you are pulling into the driveway of your friend's home. Now that you are here you feel a nervousness bubbling up from your stomach to your throat, you didn’t even tell him about your arrival, not to mention the fact you barely even spoke to him in quite a long time. You stay in place staring at the front door, feeling the need to pull out and drive away.

“Superstar?” Freddy pulls you from your racing thoughts, as soon as your eyes meet his kind ones you feel that heavy weight dissipating.

“Sorry.” You murmur, unbuckling your seatbelt and shutting off the engine. “I should probably warn you he might be a bit… Shocked seeing you.”

“Shocked? Isn’t he aware you repaired me?” He held a quizzical tone.

“Um well… No, he has no idea we’re coming to visit. If it wasn’t obvious by my last minute decision to visit him.” You give the bear a sheepish smile, scratching at the back of your neck.

“Oh I see well that will be no problem! I am known for being quite lovable to children and grown adults alike.”

“That’s very true, let’s get in there and show him how cool you are.” You open the door and Freddy follows suit, getting out of the van together and making your way up to the door.

You steel your nerves, a determined look coming across your face as you knock on the door. You take a step back, taking in a slow deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart. You watch as the door knob is turned, swinging open to reveal none other than one of your closet friends. A tall, young man with disheveled brown hair and dull green eyes.

He was taken aback by your sudden arrival, although when his gaze finally landed upon Freddy his eyes widened like saucers. “Oh… Oh my god.” He sputters out, looking back and forth between the two of you.

The anxiety you once had was replaced by sheer giddiness, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “That’s fucking right, I rebuilt him, me. And who said I couldn’t huh?”

There was clear defeat on his expression, giving a roll of his eyes. “I said you couldn’t… Me…”

Freddy lets out a short chuckle, taking a step forward. “Although I do not appreciate the foul language, I am proud to say that I am in tip top condition.” He extends his large paw-like hand towards Aidan with a kind look in his eyes. “I am Freddy Fazbear, it is nice to meet you.”

Aidan stares up at him, memorized by the giant animatronic bear as he shakes his hand. “Yeah, I know who you are. I’m Aidan. I… I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“I can’t believe it either, or that I was even offline in the first place.” Freddy looks over at you, underlying affection in his gaze. “Yet you didn’t give up on me once, did you?”

You feel heat rise up to your cheeks. “I sure didn’t.”

“Of course you didn’t, because you are a wonderful friend.” Freddy’s sweet words make your cheeks only grow darker in color.

“Wonderful friend, huh?” Aidan raises a brow, his eyes zoning in on you. “Yeah, we can go with that.” He turns around, gesturing for the two of you to follow.

“Do you not agree?” Freddy asks, entering his home that was much cleaner compared to yours.

“Well… She has her moments.” Aidan shrugs his shoulders as you all go into the living room. “But there are times where I barely hear a word from her, like the past six months.”

You feel a twinge of guilt in your heart, your expression faltering. “I know… I’m sorry Aidan I-”

“It’s fine.” He cuts you off, although it doesn’t feel fine. “Let’s not argue over this right now, not in front of Freddy. We can talk about it another time, with Eve and Nicole.”

You shift your weight from one side to the other, what were you thinking? Showing up unannounced like this after barely speaking to your best friends. It was inconsiderate of you and you hate the fact you’re realizing that now. You look up at Freddy, who can clearly tell the thick tension in the room.

“If you two need to talk about your problems, I have no issue with it.” The bear finally says, looking back at you with a soft expression. “I can wait in another room if need be. Communication is always important when it comes to a healthy friendship.”

Aidan is silent for a moment before a sigh falls from his lips. “No, no. There’s no need, I was being a dick.” He offers you a smile, settling down onto his large L-shaped couch and patting the spot besides him. “It can be hard to remind myself that you’re working through some things honestly. I just miss you, you know?”

You return the smile, one with gratitude. You sit next to him, feeling a sense of relief as you lean back into the familiar couch. “I miss you too, and I am really sorry. I’m the dick here, and I would like to talk about it, with all four of us together. You’re allowed to be as angry as you want.”

“I do feel… A bit mad.” Aidan says truthfully. “But not as much as when I finally saw you again.” He reaches his hand out to touch your shoulder, as your muscles tense together he stops himself, letting it fall back besides him.

You let out a small, shaky sigh. “Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

“Look at that!” Freddy chimes in. “You both handled that situation wonderfully, I am quite impressed.”

“Thanks Freddy.” Aidan’s grin widened with amusement. "It’s nice to actually have you here. Although… It is a bit weird.”

“I understand, it is ‘weird’ for me too. Not being in the Mega Pizzaplex… It is liberating yet strange all at once.” His eyes look around the room before falling back on to the two of you. “Now that we have that settled, would you like me to make you both something to eat?”

“Oh, um…” Aidan seems surprised by the kind gesture, shaking his head. “There’s no need. If anything, I kinda just want to get to know you.”

“Get to know me?” Freddy repeats. “That is kind of you, although I do not know how interesting it would be for you.”

“Psh, nonsense. You are literally a giant animatronic bear, what is there not to be interested in? Come on, take a seat Fredster.” He gestures towards the L-shape of the couch.

Freddy nods his head, although he almost seems cautious as he takes a seat, did Aidan throw him off by saying he wanted to get to know him? Although once the three of you began to engage in conversation you observed his easing tension.

You all spent a good amount of time conversing with one another, explaining to Aidan what happened when you brought Freddy back online and how he doesn’t remember what happened before the Mega Pizzaplex’s collapse. Before you know it the sun is beginning to set, you say your goodbyes to your dear friend, feeling a sense of relief that you were able to break the barrier and see him once again.

Taking the short journey back home the two of you enjoy the sky painted with hues of orange and gold, a serene conclusion to your day out with Freddy. Yet once you bring the van to a halt at a stop sign another vehicle pulls up beside you. Nervousness immediately courses through you, only to be amplified upon seeing the driver’s shocked expression. The driver raises his phone and you instinctively shield your face in an attempt to hide your identity.

The instant the stoplight switches to green, you take a left turn down the road. Your anxiety begins to spiral, clutching onto the steering wheel.

“Did that man just take a photo of me?” He inquires.

“Yeah, he sure did.” You let out a sigh. “Just what I needed.” It’s only your second day with Freddy, and already it feels like you’ve screwed things up.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Freddy’s curiosity laces his question.

“Well, I mean, kinda. I wasn’t really ready for people to know you’re back yet.” Your heart sinks to your stomach from the thought of unwanted attention..

“I understand that you wanted to wait on something like this, but perhaps it would be better to ‘rip the bandaid off’, as they say. Besides, you hid your face, correct?” His logic brings you a smidgen of comfort.

You give a nod of your head. “Yeah… I did.”

“That means that they only know that I am back, there is nothing linked to you yet.”

He wasn’t wrong, yet your heart still aches with the burden of the situation. You had to be more careful, just for a bit longer. You know Freddy doesn’t deserve being locked away inside of your home like some house cat, that wasn’t fair to him, even if he didn’t really care, you do.

“You’re right Freddy. Thanks.”

“Of course superstar, I assure you, everything will work out one way or another.”

The two of you drive back home in silence, you try your best to remind yourself that it was going to be okay but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. The path ahead is uncertain, yet you try your best to hold onto the hope of everything being okay.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | FNAF - Moon x Listener SFW Spending Your Break With Moon

[M4A] [Established relationship with Sun, but not with Moon] [Reverse comfort?] [Sleep aid?]

This is the hardest voice I've ever done. I can't growl which makes Moon's voice pretty impossible but I gave it my best try because lots of people keep requesting him. So here's my attempt. If you think it works then feel free to let me know and request more scenarios for Moon.

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