#maintenance animatronic reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I came back from the movie theaters (Fnaf Movie) My lord I FREAKING LOVED IT THE WHOLE THING IDC AHHH Ahem-

I saw that requests are open, SO a Platonic Headcanon Request if you don't mind, Fnaf (Movie) Animatronics with Gender-Neutral (17-soon to be 18) Reader as the new security guard? or maybe tags with Mike and possibly Abby? (Reader ain't tall just-idk 5'2 maybe I am projecting-)

(I know this request doesn't make sense because of the tiredness due to staying up late because of excitement. Feel free to delete this ask if its too complicated)

bonus: If you want to, You can also Include Chica's Cupcake

Have a nice day/night, From 📞 ☕ (PhoneCoffee) Anon

Oh I can definitely work with this ^^

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When you started working at Freddy's overnight, you hoped this would be your last summer job ever before you turned 18.

"Steve" said it was all pretty straightforward: watch the cameras and make sure nobody broke in.

Easy as pizza pie, right?

Well, when you realized one of the animatronics very subtly moved from their usual spot, you wanted to check them out for yourself.

Plus, sitting in the office for six hours every night would def get boring as hell.

So you head to the main stage area, finding the whole gang mysteriously gone--Foxy included.

Then you get surprised by them emerging from different places in the pizzeria, eyes glowing a sinister yellow as they surround you, wary of your intentions.

"O-Oh hey..um..Fazgang?" You try your best not to look so terrified.

Surely someone was controlling them, right? They couldn't possibly hurt you.

Yet they stop and collectively realize "wait, isn't this a teenager? And why are they working this job??"

But since you're not wrecking anything in the pizzeria (or screaming bloody murder unlike the last guard), they spare you and are just very chill overall.

You now start to believe all the rumors of them being haunted by little children.....although not even that scares you.

On the second night, you learn that they can understand simple drawings--and that's how you pretty much communicate with them and build up trust.

While Bonnie is regarded as the "most aggressive", he was a real sweetheart who let you shine his guitar and hugged you tightly to express his thanks.

Alas you haven't found a way to stop it from constantly short-circuiting when he strums it...but you vow to figure something out.

Chica was equally as sweet, although for some reason Carl the Cupcake made you feel nervous.

The way he can be on the plate one moment and then disappear the next makes you worried that he'll sneak up on you and bite your ankles off.

But as long as Chica's around, that won't ever happen.

Although Foxy looks quite dangerous, you try your best to patch up the hole in his chest using some spare parts from backstage while being oblivious to the deadly Freddy mask saw trap in the corner, something he's grateful for.

He even sang you a little sea shanty as thanks!

Freddy was the first to be suspicious of you, but after seeing a drawing you made of him, he grows to like your presence, too. Especially after how nice you've been to his bandmates.

So you definitely survived more than five nights at this place--longer than anyone so far.

When Mike gets hired and comes in for his first shift with you, he's surprised that a teen is training him.

He suspects this was some lousy summer job you were forced to get and thinks you're gonna act miserable the entire time you work together and not actually teach him shit.

But as it turns out, you love your job!

You show him the Fazgang during their "showtime" performance and assure him that while they may look creepy, they're not bad at all.

And while you're not getting paid extra to do simple maintenance on them, you still enjoy trying to keep them in tip-top shape (especially Foxy, who needs repairs the most).

Mike seriously thinks you shouldn't be doing that as it's not in the job description AND it could be dangerous.

Even if you have expertise in robotics, he still thinks it's not worth losing a limb or finger to those complex contraptions.

Like he almost did after getting near a springlock suit.

But you just teasingly remind him who the trainer is..and he goes quiet.

Foxy overhears this, and you see him snickering from behind the Pirate's Cove curtain, amused by you basically schooling this 25-27 year old man.

Unfortunately he startled poor Mike, who looks over quickly.....only to find the fox standing in his usual position, acting completely normal.

"Was he just laughing at us...?"

"Nope." You play dumb, shrugging. "Must be his voice box malfunctioning....c'mon. Let's see if we can fix that."

Least to say, you're not gonna let him sleep on the job anytime soon.

#clanask #phone coffee anon #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf movie spoilers #platonic #teen reader #mike schmidt #freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny #chica the chicken #foxy the pirate #headcanons

[guinea-pig16]

Late Night || Part 1

Glamrock Freddy x Reader

Disclaimer: This is an NSFW piece! 18+ only, please!

Fic is below the cut! Please enjoy! This is my first ever written fiction as well as nsfw, so I hope you like it!

Part 2 is now out! Read here!

Part 3 is out now! Read here!

Part 4 is out now! Read here!

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Word Count: 4,100+

Warnings: slow burn (takes a bit to get to the actual smut) AFAB reader, slight dom/sub vibes, usage of pet names (once), praises, awkwardness, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, a bit of pining

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Late.

That’s the only thought that went through your mind at this point.

It was late. The shitty Fazbear brand digital clock you had sitting on your desk read 1:02 AM. You didn’t mean to stay this late, but when you came in for your afternoon shift at 5 today, everything in the entire PizzaPlex decided to break. As the singular mechanic/engineer that day, you got stuck fixing every arcade machine, photo booth, and any and everything that croaked throughout the day. And after doing all that, you still had to do the required monthly maintenance on the star animatronics of the PizzaPlex. It’s not that you minded working with them, that's what you went to school to do! It’s just tedious and takes longer than needed because of all their parts. Though, you could hardly call the job dull when you had such fun ‘coworkers’.

Chica was in general fun to be around, bubbly as can be with plenty of silly gossip to chat about. Roxy really just talks about herself and tries to get you to change her hair color, nails, accessories, etcetera, claiming it will make her even cooler. Monty enjoys suggestive humor that will either have you doubled over with stitches or so horrible that it’ll have you kicking him out of your workshop faster than he can say “rock n’ roll”. 

And then there's Freddy… The face of Fazbear Entertainment. He was the whole reason you decided to go into robotics. Your first day on the job he immediately made you feel at home, with his warm smile and caring attitude. The two of you had clicked the moment you began talking. As soon as you walk through the doors at the beginning of your shift, he was by your side, asking about your day, eagerly listening to your stories, and nodding empathically to your complaints. It felt as though Freddy and you had known one another for years.

Your checkups with him always ended up being hours longer than normal, the two of you laughing and talking about who knows what. You had to admit, recently being around Freddy has made your heart flutter, your cheeks flush, and your stomach fill with butterflies. You’d felt this way before with others, but never to the degree you do with him. But it’d never work out. He was an animatronic. You highly doubted he could even feel the same way. You didn’t want to find out and risk getting hurt, so you were content with the way things are, being his friend and mechanic.

You tiredly replaced your tools from the checkup with Monty, his laughter after you kicked him out still ringing in your ears. The bastard got on your nerves faster than usual thanks to your tired state, so as soon as you gave him the green light for ‘all good’ you shoved his metal ass out of Parts and Service with the promise of replacing his voice box with a squeaky toy if he continued messing with you. 

You huffed a laugh as you recalled one of his quips as you checked your to-do list. Your eyes lit up and heart fluttered as you saw the last thing on your list.

Routine Maintenance on Freddy Fazbear

“Superstar! How wonderful to see you! Monty let me know you were ready! I thought I would save you the trouble of calling for me.”

Speak of the devil, You thought as you turned with a smile. 

Freddy beamed at you as he walked through the door and stood patiently next to the entrance of the ‘operating cylinder’, hands behind his back.

“Hey Fredster, just gimme a sec and we’ll get started.”

He gave you a polite nod and smile. You grabbed your tool kit (decorated with various stickers Chica had slapped on without you knowing), and a worn-out rolly chair to sit on while working. You rolled the chair in front of the cylinder door and quickly punched in the entry code on the computer next to the door. 

The door slid open and Hand-Unit welcomed you for the 3rd time tonight. “After you.” You said as you bowed deeply and gestured to the interior of the cylinder.

Freddy let out a chuckle and walked in and sat on the maintenance table, you following with your rolly chair and tool kit. Freddy turned to you and opened his mouth to speak, but then immediately frowned as he properly looked at your face.

“My goodness superstar, you look exhausted! Are you alright? Have you been getting enough sleep?” He said, concerned. His hand twitched towards you as if he’d reach for your face. You wrote it off as a minor movement glitch.

You shrugged and sat your tool kit on a table next to Freddy and sat down on your chair. “Ah, I’m fine. I just had a lot to do today, no biggie!” You smiled at him.

He didn’t look too convinced and opened his mouth once more, most likely to scold you for not taking care of yourself, when you cut him off. “Hey, how’d you run into Monty so fast? He’d hardly been gone 2 minutes before you showed up?”

Freddy froze a moment and looked as though he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Ah… well… I just so happened to be… taking a stroll nearby…” He twiddled his thumbs a bit and looked to the side. 

Cute, You thought as you chuckled and opened your toolkit. “Yeah, suuuure… Freddy Fazbear taking a midnight stroll next to Parts and Service. I believe it.” You turned back to Freddy, who seemed to be very interested in the floor. “Right, let’s get started. Lay down for me and I’ll check your chest compartment.”

Freddy obliged and as soon as he seemed settled, you took one of your tools and gently pried open his chest plate. You began to inspect his gears, wires, etcetera. As you worked, a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you as you focused.

“I apologize for interrupting your focus, but I have been wondering something.” Freddy asked out of the blue. You hummed in response and moved to look him in the eyes. Freddy was already looking at you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“Monty said you had kicked him out? I was curious to know what he did to cause you to take such measures.” You grinned and let out a laugh as you turned back to his chest cavity.

“Hah! Ahh, the jerk was getting on my nerves. As you can see, I’m pretty tired, so I wasn’t necessarily in the mood for him. Monty, of course, took notice of that, and decided it’d be a great time to start flirting and making dirty jokes. He kept saying crap like ‘he knew something that’d perk me right up’, while gesturing to his crotch.” You glanced at Freddy’s face and saw he looked a bit… upset? “Ah, don’t worry! He wasn’t making me uncomfortable, I thought it was pretty funny, I just wasn’t in the mood for his shit. Besides… it’s not like he even has a dick to begin with…” You trail off as you see a loose wire in his chest. As you fix it, Freddy remains quiet for a moment.

“We do have one. If you were… wondering…” Freddy says after a couple minutes of silence. 

You freeze a moment, allowing Freddy’s words to properly process. Slowly, you lean back from his chest cavity in order to properly look at him, disbelief covering your face. 

“What.”

Freddy is now looking anywhere but you. You swear, if animatronics could blush, he would be beet red. You can hear his internal fan kick in.

“Freddy. You guys have a… No. No way. You’re just messing with me.” You say, still in disbelief, as you close up his chest plate so you can more properly speak with him.

He sits up and rests on his forearms, still avoiding eye contact. “...We do have one… Well, at least Monty and I do. I am unsure about Chica and Roxanne, I have not asked, as it is rather… inappropriate.” He appears even more nervous and embarrassed now. 

You are still in shock. Freddy and Monty, have dicks. There’s no fucking way. Before and after you got this position you poured over all the animatronics’ blueprints, maintenance logs, watched all the shittily made mechanic videos the higher-ups gave you, nothing said they even have the capability of having a penis. As you process this new revelation, some impure thoughts begin to arise…

FREDDY HAS A DICK. Oh my fucking God. Who the fuck thought of giving him one? …I wonder how big it is- SHUT UP OH MY GOD. This isn’t real, oh my God. He has to be joking, he passed by Monty, he must’ve set him up for this joke. No, that isn’t like Freddy to go along with a joke like this… I wonder if he’s touched himself before- I NEED TO STOP OH MY GOD HE’S LITERALLY SITTING RIGHT THERE. He’s my friend I need to stop- You’re suddenly shaken from your frantic thoughts by a large hand on your shoulder.

You jump slightly, a faint blush dusted across your cheeks. You look Freddy in the eyes, who appears even more embarrassed, and a bit regretful.

“I am terribly sorry Y/N, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I am terribly sorry… Please forgive me.” He said, moving his hand from your shoulder to rest it on your hand. “I… I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

Hearing that, you quickly hold his hand with both hands. “No! No no no! You didn’t make me uncomfortable! I just… I-I didn’t think it was even possible for you guys to have one! I mean, I’ve looked over your blueprints hundreds of times, reviewed every single maintenance log, everything! And nothing said anything about you having a, uh, penis…” You break eye contact to look at the ground, unable to look him in the eye, your face growing ever more red.

“W-Well fantastic superstar! I was worried for a moment that I had scared you away, haha…!” Freddy said, gently holding your hands, also avoiding eye contact. 

A moment of awkward silence ensues, the only sound heard being your beating heart and his cooling fan frantically whirring. 

“Can… Can I see it…?” You say quietly, slightly hoping he wouldn’t hear you (which is stupid, since he can pick up the tiniest sounds). 

His head whips to face you so fast you worry for a moment he’d break something. His eyes burn into yours as you hear his cooling fan kick up a notch.

God, why’d you have to say something?

“You- you what? You want to… see my…?” Freddy stutters. If he were a person, you swear he’d be sweating by now.

“Sorry! Sorry, I don’t know why I asked that! I’m just…” God how do you even respond to that!? You just asked if you could see his dick! Family-friendly Freddy Fazbear! Your friend! You want to sink into the ground right now. Your face is on fire now. Maybe you’ve gone delirious because of how tired you are.

A moment of silence passes, again, as Freddy stares at you and you stare anywhere but him. 

“Alright.” Now it’s your turn to whip your head to look at him. Freddy appears more relaxed now, although still sheepish. 

“Uh… really? Y-You don’t have to-” 

“I don’t mind. Besides, this is all a part of the… checkup, right?” He says, his eyes twinkling with something as he looks at you, a small smile on his face.

You swallow a bit, heart fluttering with anticipation. “...Right. Right, yeah, of course!”

Freddy removes his hand from your grasp and sits up fully now. You hear a small latch sound and look toward his pelvis to see the plate there slide to the side to reveal what's beneath. With fascination and nervousness, you watch as a rounded cylindrical object rises from his pelvis. It’s quite large, maybe 7 inches tall, and wide. It’s plain orange, with a red tip. 

You stare at it in fascination and awe. 

Who the fuck decided to give Freddy a big dick? 

You look back at Freddy, who appears nervous again. “...May I… touch it…?” You ask, a bit more confidently now. 

Freddy’s eyes shoot to yours, and you swear you saw him shudder for a split second. He nods silently, intently watching your every movement.

Tearing your eyes away from Freddy, you move one of your hands to his… manhood? Honestly, you’re not entirely sure what to call it. Your fingers gently run up his cock to the tip. Freddy shivers more noticeably now, and slightly opens his mouth. 

It feels smooth and soft. If you had to guess it, it’s made from a type of silicone. You wrap a hand around the base of it, and squeeze slightly to try and get more of a feel of how it’s made. Freddy jolts a bit and lets out a breath, his eyes lidded and looking at you.

“S-Sorry… did that hurt…?” You stutter out, worried you’d caused him discomfort. 

Freddy quickly shakes his head no, his cooling fans whirring loudly. “Please… keep going…” He mumbles, gazing at you.

You flush more, and then begin gently running your hand up and down his cock. Freddy never breaks eye contact with you, his eyes half-closed now. His breath becomes labored and he grips the table. 

“...Faster… please…” He says quietly. You shiver hearing him sound so… needy. You decide you’d like to have a bit more… fun.

You smile sweetly at Freddy. “I’m sorry Freddy… I didn’t quite hear that… Could you say it again?” Your hand comes to a halt, and Freddy whines at the loss of friction.

“...Please… Go faster, Y/N…” He pleads, staring at you with lustful eyes. Your face flushes a deeper red as you smile.

“...Good boy…” He lets out a small moan when you call him that, the sound going straight to your core. You rub his cock faster, causing Freddy to let out small groans and grip the table even harder.

As you watch him moan and twitch under your grasp, an idea forms in your head. You smirk and stop all movement, causing Freddy and whine and look at you.

“...Why did you stop…?” He pants. 

“Oh, I just… have a better idea… If you don’t mind me trying it, that is.” You say, moving your head closer to his cock. 

You blush harder under his intense gaze. You hesitantly, stick your tongue out and lick the tip of his cock. 

At this small action, his whole body jolts and he lets loose groan. You smile, and then run your tongue up and down his cock. He grips the table so hard you know there will be dents later.

“Superstar… you’re, ah- making me feel so… good- ah!” He moans as you begin to put his cock in your mouth. He fully lays back on the table, moaning at every bob of your head.

Because of his size, you’re unable to fit all of him in your mouth, so using one of your hands you cover the part you’re unable to fit. You start slowly, bobbing your head up and down, enjoying the sounds of Freddy groaning. You then begin to quicken your pace, going slightly faster and faster, his moans becoming more frequent as he leans up to gaze at you.

Then, you accidentally take him in too far, causing you to gag a bit. Hearing this, it’s almost as if a switch has been flipped. Freddy’s hands fly to your head and force you to bob your head at a much faster pace than what you had been previously doing. You grip onto the side of the table to avoid tumbling out of your chair from the motion.

Freddy moans loudly and pants, his internal fan whirring as fast as it possibly can.

“Hah- Look at you my, hah, superstar… You’re doing so good, mmh! Doing so good for me…” Freddy tosses his head back and lets out a loud groan. “You look so, ah- beautiful like this! You’re so, hah… wonderful…” You moan slightly, hearing his praises, your core fluttering in excitement. Freddy bucks his hips upwards upon feeling the vibration, causing you to gag again.

“S-Sorry… Ah, D-Didn’t… mean to, hah!” He apologizes, one of his hands tangled through your hair caresses your cheek gently. 

Freddy is now hunched over your head, bobbing it up and down on his cock like his own fuck toy, not that you mind… Every moan he lets out arouses you more and more.

His pace quickens, and his moans get faster and louder. His hands grip your hair slightly tighter. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Y/N… Ah! I’m… so cl-close… mmh! Oh Y/N… you- hah! You feel so good!” Freddy cries out, leaning his head back. 

You decide to help him out a bit. You scrape your teeth slightly against his shaft, making him cry out the loudest moan yet. He moans your name over and over like a mantra as he bobs your head down once, twice, and then opens his mouth in a silent yell.

Nothing comes out of his cock, but you feel it twitch. Freddy gently lets go of your head and collapses back on the table, panting. You pull off his shaft with a slight pop, also panting. Your face is beet red, with some small tears running from your eyes, as well as some saliva dripping from your mouth. You slowly wipe your face with your sleeve as you reflect on what you two just did.

“Y/N… that was… incredible…” says Freddy, as he sits up once more. You blush and smile.

“Yeah… it was really nice…” You rub your thighs together, your core aching a bit with lack of attention. Freddy notices this, and then hesitantly rests his hand on your thigh. You look at him and see him looking at you with kind, slightly lustful, eyes.

“Since you’ve finished your… checkup on me… perhaps I could… help you, if you wish…” He says, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Freddy…” You say, leaning closer to him. He leans in closer as well. The both of you begin to close your eyes as your lips approach his mouth.

Right as you’re about to kiss, a loud alarm blares through the silent room, causing the both of you to jump. You whip your head from Freddy to your desk, where you see your shitty Fazbear clock rattling from the sheer volume of the alarm. 

“Ah… right… That’s the um… end of my shift alarm…” You sheepishly say as you turn back to Freddy, who’s put away his, ahem, appendage. He looks a bit sad, but understanding, as he stands up from the table.

You close up your tool kit and place it on your rolly chair. Unlocking the cylinder door, you step through and put your chair and kit back in their respective places, Freddy following behind. You turn off the alarm and read the time.

Jeez, it’s 2:00 already… I didn’t think we were that long… You think as you gather your things, Freddy standing silently on the sidelines. 

You turn to him and the two of you just… look at each other. Something feels different between the two of you now. You’ve moved past friendship, but you don’t know where the both of you stand now. You’re certain of your feelings for him now, but you have no clue how he feels. Tonight was already a very big step, and you don’t want to push him any farther. Is this all he wants from me? Or was this a one-time thing? Does he still want to be my friend? Or something more? These thoughts flooded your head as Freddy glanced away and cleared his throat (or more accurately just made that sound).

“You know… it is quite late. I would feel much better if I know you made it out safely… May I escort you to the exit…?” Freddy asked sheepishly as if he hadn’t just used you as a fuck toy.

I huffed a laugh and smiled at him. “I’d love that, actually.” Freddy beamed at you and bent at the waist, offering you his arm to hold. You giggled and interlocked your arm into his and began walking to the exit of the PizzaPlex.

A comfortable silence ensued between the two of you as you made your trip out. You blushed slightly as you thought about what the two of you had done. You leaned slightly into Freddy more, enjoying his warmth and feel. You wished he would hold you like this all the time. As you leaned into him, you could have sworn you felt Freddy hold your arm a little tighter. 

God, you were in love with him.

During your walk, all you could think of were his eyes, his laugh, his smile… his moans… the way he looked at you with so much desire. Your heart ached with your want for him, for him to feel the same way… But it could never happen, you convinced yourself.

All too soon, the two of you approached the exit. You both unhooked your arms and stood and looked at each other. You opened your mouth and speak, but Freddy beat you to it.

“I just… I wanted to say… Thank you… For um, what you did for me tonight… It was wonderful…” said Freddy, looking away a moment and twiddling his thumbs. 

You smiled at him. “Hey, it was no problem! … And besides… I… Thought it was wonderful too… I really enjoyed it.” You blushed and looked at your feet.

“Well… in that case…” Freddy, then gently held your chin and tilted your face until you were looking directly into his eyes. They were slightly lidded, and he had a soft smile on his face. “Perhaps I could… return the favor sometime… If you would like…” His voice was deeper than usual. You could feel the rumble of it in your chest.

A shiver went down your spine, and your face flushed. “I… Think I’d like that very much… ‘Mr. Fazbear’...” You grinned.

He chuckled quietly and gazed at your face. His eyes wandered from your own, to your nose, to your flushed cheeks, and finally… to your lips, where they stayed. 

“...Y/N…” He said quietly. You swallowed slightly. “Yes..?”

“May I… Kiss you…?” He asked, leaning closer slightly.

You let out a breath, and leaned upwards, getting on your tippy toes. “...Yes…” You replied.

Slowly, you both closed your eyes, and met for a soft, gentle kiss. Freddy’s hand moved from your chin to caressing the back of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You reached up and wrapped your own arms around his neck.

The kiss was so soft and gentle that it almost brought a tear to your eye. You’ve never felt so warm, so safe, so secure in your entire life. You wished it could have lasted eons.

But, good things never last, and you both unwillingly break apart from the kiss. You both stand there a moment, enjoying being in each other’s grasp, gazing into one another’s eyes.

“Well… I’d better get going… I’ve gotta get some sleep before my next shift.” You say, as you and Freddy separate from each other.

“Ah… yes. Well, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night, and I hope you sleep well.” Freddy says with a soft smile.

You give him a smile back, and walk towards the door, opening it. Before you fully walk out, you turn back to look at him.

“See you tomorrow Freddy. Goodnight.” You say, giving a small wave. Freddy grins and returns the wave, as you finally step out into the crisp, cool night air.

As you walk towards your car, you’re internally screaming.

OH MY GOD, I KISSED FREDDY! NO WAY! I KISSED FREDDY FAZBEAR! OH MY GOD! This is a dream come true! You think to yourself as your start up your car.

You blush as you remember the… ‘promise’ Freddy made you. You have a feeling your next shift will be one you won't forget.

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I hope you liked it! I was a bit nervous about writing this, but thanks to some encouragement from some lovely people and friends I worked up the nerve and did it! I'm pretty proud of my first-ever published fanfic, and will most likely do more in the future!

Also, keep an eye out, you may see a part 2 for this in the future! (;

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[acidxinxwonderland]

small spaces and large hands

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy/F!Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was pull a harmless prank on your good gator friend, how were you supposed to know that you'd end up getting holed up in a closet with Freddy? Although just maybe it was all worth it in the end.

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, No vaginal sex, thigh grinding, thigh fucking, Female Reader, Closet Sex, Praise Kink

Word Count: 2.9k

 A/N: Just a fun lil one shot I've been writing for the past few days ^^ enjoy!! :D

The ao3 link in case that’s more your style: small spaces and large hands

Everyday you learn something new working as a maintenance worker at the Mega Pizzaplex, today is the day you learned that just maybe pulling pranks on giant animatronics is not the best idea. Especially if that animatronic is a gator with an ill temperament.

“Get back here brat!”

You hear him roar behind you while your legs carry you as far as you can go, trying your best to suppress your giggles as you look back to see the googly eyes still on his glasses. You whip your head back around, taking a sharp turn down a large corridor and seeing your knight in shining armor, Freddy.

“Freddy!” You stop right in front of him, panting out and looking up at him a panicked yet extremely amused expression your face.

“Superstar! Are you alright-”

You’re quick to interrupt him. “No time for that, I gotta hide, Monty’s after me!”

The animatronic bear stares down at you for only a moment before opening the door behind him and grabbing your shoulders. He picks you up with utmost ease, bringing you into a cramped closet and closing the door behind him.

It was too late for you two when you both realized he did not need to come into this closet with you.

You are now sandwiched between a giant robot made of metal and a cold hard wall, your lips tug down into a frown as you try your best to move to get some more room.

“This is uncomfortable.” Freddy bluntly states and you have to stop everything in your power to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, you think?” You huff.

“My apologies superstar. Here, I can adjust myself and make it more accommodating for you.” Freddy reaches down and grabs your hips with attentive hands, bending his knees to lower himself so he can press his back against the wall.

You let out a sigh of relief as he places you back down on the ground, giving you a bit more breathing room. It was almost perfect except for the thick thigh right in between your legs, only the smallest movement and you’d be brushing up against him.

“Is this better?”

“Yeah, much better, thanks bud.”

There was a silence that fell between the two of you after this, his blue optics fixated on you intently and although his presence was quite calm the air still felt thick around you. You try your best to think of something to say but thankfully he speaks first.

“So… Why are we hiding?”

“Well, it was supposed to be just me hiding but erm… I may or may not have put googly eyes on Monty’s shade when he set them down.” You let out a small chuckle, feeling satisfied with yourself. “Clearly, he did not think it was very funny.”

You expect to get reprimanded for your harmless prank from Freddy, but instead he lets out a deep chuckle that was like music to your ears.

“Oh my! That is quite hilarious.” He gives you a tender look, bringing his hand up to pat your head. “I am impressed, but of course, someone as clever as you would be able to pull something like this off.”

You smile up at him as you enjoy the contact. “Well I’m glad you think so. I mean, it was no biggie, I did want to take a picture but he figured it out pretty quick, you know… Not really being able to see very well as soon as he put the shades back on.” You snicker. “He immediately went after me too, didn’t even take off the eyes.”

“Hah! Really? I can only imagine how he looked.” Freddy’s tone was full of amusement. “Just be careful alright? Monty would never harm you of course, but he still has quite the temper…”

“I am well aware.” You nod your head. “I knew what I was getting into, it was worth it.”

“Well then I'm glad it provided you entertainment.”

Your eyes search his face for a moment; you really were expecting him to scold you for what you’ve done, he’s always on your case over the smallest things. It appears like pulling pranks on one of his bandmates was not worthy of one of his lectures.

You wait there for a few moments before you feel as though the coast is clear, although now you are starting to enjoy the closeness. You go to move but Freddy does before you, his leg moves upward and presses against your sex. Your eyes widen from the sudden friction, a small gasp falling from your lips.

“Are you alright?” Freddy was quick to check on you, his head tilting to the side. Does he really not realize the situation he just put you both in?

“Um.. Y-yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You whisper as your eyes wander around the small closet due to the nervousness you feel deep within you. “Just still feeling a bit cramped.”

He nods his head. “I understand, I'll try to make it better.”

You go to open your mouth to tell him not to do that yet the only thing that tumbled out was a sharp moan as his thigh slid even further up against you. Freddy immediately stills himself, staring down at you with what appears to be a surprised expression. The air was even more thick as his blue optics searched your flushed face.

“... Did I hurt you?” He finally asks and you shake your head.

“N-no… No you didn’t hurt me. Just um,” You glance down at his leg. “Your thigh is up against a sensitive spot right now.”

You watch as the gears turn in his head before finally understanding what you mean. “Oh! It was a sound of pleasure?”

You didn’t know your face could feel so hot, shooting him a glare. “You don’t have to say it out loud!”

“You’re right, superstar, I'm sorry.” He trails off, keeping his eyes fixated on your face while you begin to become more and more hot underneath your shirt. “Your heart rate is so high... There is no need to be embarrassed.” His voice drops down an octave, a tone you’ve never heard him speak in before, it was… Really nice.

“Well you know, making a noise like that in front of Freddy Fazbear is not exactly something that happens every day.” You look away from him, it didn’t help that his thigh was still pressed up against you.

“No, it sure isn’t… But in my opinion, I think it sounded enchanting.”

Your eyes snap back up at him quickly, your shoulders tensing as his words sink in.

His hands fall down to your hips, giving them a light squeeze as he leaned down closer to you. “In fact,” He pushes you down onto his thigh, eliciting a gasp from you. “I would really like to hear more… If that’s alright with you.”

You are at a loss for words, not expecting him to actually make a move on you. You feel the air in your lungs get squeezed out as you train your gaze on him, it was not easy to think with him holding you like this. He was so much larger than you, you know it was supposed to be intimidating but all you feel is a surge of wetness in between your thighs.

“O-of course it is.” You finally murmur out.

As soon as you give the permission he presses you down onto him more while raising his leg. You bite down on your bottom lip, the sensation making you whimper. He lets out a hum as he begins to guide your body back and forth, your clothed sex easily sliding against his metal leg.

“There we go… Does that feel nice?” He purrs out the question, staring down at you with half lidded eyes.

“Y-yes, it feels good.” You find yourself having a hard time keeping your eyes on him, feeling extremely flustered from his ministrations. You let your head fall back against the wall behind you, thighs quivering from each tingling pleasure sent through your body.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, superstar.” His voice was soft yet demanding.

You are quick to follow his command, bringing your eyes onto his. His gaze was so intense, it made your muscles seize as you allowed soft noises to fall from your lips.

Each drag of your hips sent chills across your skin, not being able to stop the timidness you feel as he brings his hand up to your face. The large paw caresses your jawline before using his thumb to trace your bottom lip, you part them as he pushes the large digit into your mouth. Your lids halfen, suckling gently as he lets out a low groan from the sight alone.

Freddy continues to guide you with ease using his other hand, the grip on your hip tightening to the point it felt almost bruising. A muffled moan emits from you as he picks up the pace, the friction was enough to feel your core tighten up in knots.

You become louder around the thumb in your mouth, it was almost embarrassing that you were already on the edge despite the two of you just starting, what made it worse when Freddy stilled your hips.

He pulls the thumb out of your mouth and you give him a slight glare. “W-why did you stop!?”

“I apologize my starlet, but I have a better idea.” He withdraws his hand from your face and pulls down your pants and underwear to your mid thigh in one quick motion. He stops for a moment, staring down at your dripping cunt with a low growl that causes a deep blush to spread across your cheeks. His thumbs trace around your glistening lips with a feather light touch.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs out in a trance-like tone. It takes him a few moments to snap out of it, finally using his massive hands to cup the back of your thighs and as if you weigh nothing more but a feather, he pushes your legs up into the air until your knees are up towards your torso. “Is this too uncomfortable?”

You grunt from the stretch, feeling a deep sense of curiosity from this strange position. “It’s um, it’s a-alright. What are you planning to do?”

Freddy gives a gentle squeeze to your skin before speaking. “I would like to use your thighs for pleasure. I promise it will feel good for both of us. Is that alright with you?”

Your eyes widen, taking a moment to breathe before nodding your head.

“Good, very good.” You can tell he’s getting excited as he slightly parts your legs. The sound of something opening hits your ears, your brows knit together and just as you are about to ask what that was you feel something rather big slowly push past your thighs.

You feel your breath stop in your throat as the head of a long, thick member comes into your vision. Your mouth was practically watering, you had no time to question it when all you could think about was how that would feel inside of you.

Freddy lets out a deep chuckle, bringing your body up a little more so it could rest upon your aching pussy. “You don’t seem too surprised.” He presses your thighs together once again, letting out a low groan. “Must be too excited to really care, hm?”

You nod your head, feeling something stir deep within you as you keep your eyes on the large cock between your legs. You were simply at a loss for words but who on earth could blame you? You feel your sex pulsate with carnal need, your body was screaming at you for more, more, more. “F-Freddy.” You finally whisper, snapping your eyes up to him with pure desperation. “Please move.”

“Since you’ve asked so obediently, of course. But you must try your best to not make too much noise, alright? I don’t want anyone hearing your beautiful sounds besides me.” With that he drags his hips back at an agonizing slow pace. Both of you make small noises from the delicious friction it created.  

You feel your wetness coat the underside of his member as he pushes back in, the rigid texture sliding across your clit was mind numbingly perfect.

You couldn’t grab too much considering you were suspended in the air in a bit of an uncomfortable position, so you hook your hands underneath your knees, pulling them up more as you continue to let out long moans from each drag of his cock against your swollen clit.

“Feels so good…” He huffs, his pace quickening as grunts emit from him. “Makes me wonder how tight you are, the thought of you squeezing around me sounds heavenly.”

Hearing Freddy Fazbear dirty talk was not something you’d expect to be a major turn on for you, but it made you barely think. Your hole felt empty, fluttering around nothing and causing you to squirm and whimper.

“You c-can go ahead. I-I… I want you inside of me.” You don’t even recognize your own voice as you whimper out in a pleading tone. “Please.” Since being polite seemed to work in your favor last time, what was the harm in trying it again?

Your words seem to have quite an effect on him with the way he snaps his hips forward, metal clashing against skin and causing you to let out a whimper that was a bit too loud.

He stills himself, another growl rumbling from him. “We can’t, it… It would not be wise when you are not properly prepared. Besides,” He rocks back and forth, setting a steady pace once again. “With the way you’re acting now, I know you wouldn’t be able to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet.”

A warmth blooms across your cheeks like flowers in the spring, pants and grunts filling the void of the small closet. It was all so dizzying, especially once he picked up speed. The moans falling past your lips were increasing in volume and he gives you this warning look that sends a chill up your spine. You clasp your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet as he continues to push in and out of your thighs.

“That’s a good girl.” He grunts out in between his heavenly noises. “So compliant, perfect for me.”

An unbearable pressure took place in your core from both the stimulation and his praise, your thighs squeeze tighter around him in an attempt to warn him but it was too late. You let out a long, almost feral moan through your hand, your head hitting the wall behind you as the waves of an orgasm came crashing down onto you.

“Oh my.” Freddy says in this awe struck voice that made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. “That’s it, let it all out superstar… I never knew someone could look so good like this.”

Despite just cumming the bear steadily increased his thrusts, his brows knitting as his soft grunts became faster. You have to keep your hand over your mouth, the overstimulation was almost too much, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes

“Oh, oh my… I’m getting close. That’s my good girl, you can take it.” He rambles out so hotly it makes you want to hear him on the brink of cumming all the time.

Freddy’s hips stutter before giving one finally thrust in between your thighs. He lets out this long growl as his body leans forward, pushing your legs towards you even more.

Despite Freddy clearly reaching his climax, there was not a single drop of semen. You’re a little disappointed but not surprised.

The two of you stay in place for a moment, you catch your breath as Freddy appears to be registering what he has just done.

Finally he lets you down on your feet, smoothing your hair down and straightening your shirt as he mimics the sound of clearing his throat. “I am so sorry.” He says as he pulls up your pants. “That- that was highly inappropriate of me. I took advantage of you.”

You are quick to shake your head, a little taken aback from his sudden anxiety. “No, no!” You place your hands on his. “Not at all. I was 100 percent on board with this.”

“... You really mean that?”  

“Yes! That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, are you kidding?” You let out a laugh, rubbing your thumb into his metal.

Freddy laughs along, giving you a warm look as he brings his hand up to your cheek. “I trust you. You did so good for me, starlet.”

You turn your face towards his hand in an attempt to hide your growing blush. “T-thank you.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss against his palm.

You are quiet for a moment, feeling a bit anxious. “Um…” You finally say, peering up at him. “Would it be okay if we did this again?”

“Oh, did you think we would do this and leave it at that?” He lets out a deep chuckle. “We are far from over superstar.”

“I-I see.” Just when you thought your face could not get any hotter he leans in, brushing his cold muzzle against your lips before pressing against them tenderly. You return the gesture while letting out a shaky breath through your nose.

Once he pulls away you feel like you could finally breathe, looking up at him with a smile brimming with affection.

“See you soon?” You ask, feeling elated from this new bond the two of you now share.

“Very soon. Good luck keeping my paws off you, starlet.”

#glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #nsft #cc x reader #fnaf #fnaf smut #degen hours #one shot #robosexual

[mouschiwrites]

Hi, I was wonder if I can make a request for a oneshot idea on security breach.

I was an idea of reader being an animatronic kind of like mangle on how they were a pull apart and put back together toy for young children, with their attraction being near the daycare.

Name ideas could be like "{reader}'s Friends and Play!", or {reader}'s dress up station". Something with a play on words with dressing up or play.

Because they are like one of those take apart and put back together toys were you could swap certain parts of the toy like hair, clothes, accessories, etc. And kids would come to the readers play area of have fun changing the design of the reader. It being marked twords younger kid key it being by the Daycare.

But we all know kid could be a little to forceful or rough with reader, leading them to break and having to go to part and serves/maintenance almost everyday to get fixed.

But since it cost money and time to fix reader, the Pizzaplex just desided it would be better to just discontinue reader and close off there area under the pretense of repairs. But reader area never opened back up. And like the Glamrock + the Daycare Attendant just gradually forgot about reader.

Than one day one of them just stumbled apon readers area and it just like closed off, with the inside being really dusty with tarp covering everything. Everything but reader who's slouched in a corner, broken looking like mangle with different part of her body making up her body in placed they shouldn't be.

It just feel like it would be hella angsty and a good oneshot for some angst and burn.

Get back to me as soon as you can, thank you for reading this^^

So sorry for the wait!! But this was a really cool idea, and I had some fun with it! :D

Word count: 1k

Security Breach - Forgotten Attraction (Glamrock Bonnie x forgotten animatronic reader)

It had been dark for a while now.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually heard it, but sometimes you thought you could hear the ghosts of laughter drifting among the dust particles in the air. They danced like mice in front of you, putting you in a trance.

Laughter and children, colors and candy. Sticky fingers that tugged and pulled at your parts, replacing them constantly. The children never could agree on what you should look like, but you always found their squabbles adorable.

“Now, now, children. I do have two arm sockets, you know. Why don’t we do one of each?”

The grins you’d get when you spoke to them warmed you enough that you forgot about the pain.

Ah, yes, the pain. You were built to be dismantled and customized, but it was painful. So painful. At first you had tried to scream and cry when the interns tested your mechanics, but it wasn’t in your programming. All you could do was stare. Eventually you learned to smile through it.

Even now, hunched over, not quite sure what you even looked like, you felt the pain. One of your joints was only halfway attached. Your leg socket ached with that empty feeling you got when you were missing an appendage. You weren’t smiling now.

The faded colors of your home were nearly gray with the thick coat of dust. The dust reminded you of the repair chamber; you had spent so many hours there. You would’ve considered that your second home, were it not for the horrible pain you always felt when you went there. It was even worse than the vague constant aches you always seemed to have. Whenever those aches turned into stabbing pains, or when your insides started to feel funny, it was straight to the repair chamber with you.

They never told you what was wrong. You heard them muttering behind the glass, but they were never loud enough for you to understand. All you knew was that they sounded quite frustrated during your last visit. How long ago was that?

You stared at a pink bin across the room. Well, it used to be pink. All the colors used to be so vibrant, bringing a real smile to your face. The children would dress up to match you, galloping around the room in bright pirate costumes and princess dresses of every hue. There was no color now.

You blinked slowly. Every movement was a labor these days. It’d been a while since you’d been in your charging station. You used to wonder when someone was going to come help you get inside, but you had long forgotten that hope. Now all you wanted was for those ghosts of children’s voices to be real. Just once more…

You blinked again. Your eyes didn’t open for a long time.

“Y/n. I remember them.”

One eye opened. The other didn’t.

“It’s so dusty in here…”

You saw a stripe of light on the floor. Raising your gaze, your eye flashed as it adjusted to the bright light coming from the door. The door. It was open!

“H-h-h-” you tried to give your classic greeting. When all that came out was a glitching hiss, you felt your brows lower sadly. You refused to give up. This was your chance to make one more kid smile.

“H-h-h—hi—”

“Hi there!” Someone mimicked, matching the exact tone you always used. “Y/n, is that you?”

Your eye finally adjusted to the light. It was Bonnie. Not a kid. Your disappointment wore off as he jogged to your side, hopping over parts strewn all over the floor.

You knew Bonnie. The memory felt sluggish coming up, but you remembered him. He was the one with the bowling alley. Kids always told you about the milkshakes they served at his parlor, too.

“Y/n! Can you hear me?”

“H-h-h.” It was all you could manage.

Bonnie looked at his fingers after shaking your shoulder. “Aw, geez, when was the last time you got charged? Come on, let me help you.”

Your one good eye was jostled shut as you were lifted off the ground, and you saw no more, but you felt strong arms holding you, their warmth almost numbing the pain.

You suddenly felt a rush, and your body started to gain back the feeling you didn’t know you lost. Bonnie talked loudly so you could hear him in the charging chamber.

“I had completely forgotten about this place… I mean, it closed a long time ago.”

“How long..?” You rasped, gaining some energy.

“I wish I could tell you. I have no idea,” he chuckled, bringing an automatic smile to your face.

Bonnie’s ears perked up; you could see him staring through the chamber’s little window. “Hey, there’s that smile! Ah, I didn’t even realize how much I missed it, haha!”

His laughter was bringing that old warmth back into you. Or maybe it was the charger.

Bonnie looked around your room. It was trashed; you had the energy to realize that now. He seemed to notice it, too. Well, he was noticing something. His face was falling; quite uncharacteristic for him, at least from what you knew.

“They were talking about closing down my place, too, you know. I heard them.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t say anything. He was still staring at the dusty mess that used to be your paradise.

“Is this what will happen to my alley?”

You leaned forward to get a better look around. He glanced at you, and though neither of you were programmed to show negative emotions, you could see sadness and fear in his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You put a hand up to the glass, ignoring the pain. Bonnie stared for a moment, eventually bringing his own hand up to meet yours.

“Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you.” Perhaps it was a little cruel, but you were glad to have someone to share your misery with.

And Bonnie laughed again. It was a sad, exhausted, barely audible chuckle, but you managed a smile in response.

You couldn’t have the children, the colors, the laughter, the old life you once had. But you were given a blessing; the only thing you could ask for in your fallen glory. A friend.

Thank you for this request! And thank you for reading, take care honey bunches <33

(divider by saradika)

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #security breach x reader #glamrock bonnie #glamrock bonnie x reader

[1donoow]

VIDEO GAME REC

PT.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

poppy playtime

security breach [montgomery gator][sunnydrop/moondrop]

the last of us [ellie williams][joel miller]

call of duty[task force 141][alejandro vargas][simon 'ghost' riley]

———POPPY PLAYTIME———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - reader being a same model as huggy

- Reader being an older janitor who never left

- bunzo learning that it's reader birthday

- the toys reacting to the reader carrying a kick-me-paul

- reader being the creator of huggy wuggy pt.1 pt.2

———SECURITY BREACH———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - security breach with a facepainter reader

- gregory and freddy finding the technician's secret office

- security breach with a mouse animatronic

- Canon animatronic meets y/n a kangaroo

- the animatronic receiving a tiny version of them self

@rainbowapocolypse - first encounter pt.1 pt.2 (animatronic! maintenance! reader)

@blueberrys-writings - scary dog privileges

———————————————————————

montgomery gator

@clanwarrior-tumbly - monty with a small moth animatronic

———————————————————————

sunnydrop/moondrop

@srslysierraa - hand in hand

@g00mb13 - headcannon

@clanwarrior-tumbly - sun and moon with a swordfighting fox animatronic

- Reader apologizing after getting banned

- sun helping overnight worker!reader clean

- reader calming moon when the light go out

- separate bodies

————THE LAST OF US————

ellie williams

@gonzo-rella - helping out ellie when she gets her period (platonic)

@elliesmainhoe - headcannon with a feminine s/o

@bubbles-for-all-of-us - that's my mom (platonic)

———————————————————————

joel miller

@forever-rogue - before

- hey kid

- bookish

@multific - a little friendlier

@luveline - grumpy x sunshine

@yelena-bellova - twenty years later masterlist

@peterparkersnose - christmas vibes

@nexusnyx - miss sunshine ♡

- my fellow, my guy ♡

- imagine being loved by me

@joels6string - cup o'joel

- haircut

@joelsgeetar - ___

@baevillier - regulars

@adora-but-ginger - sparks fly

@nanatargaryen - beach day

- grumpy x sunshine (platonic! immune!reader)

- joel and sarah miller x daughter!sister!reader

@wardenparker - for her

@from-the-clouds - savior complex

@orangevtae - I'm right here

- walking sins, lost tragedys

@talaok - incentive

- hunting lesson

- interrupted

- stay

@ourautumn86 - stray pt.3

@heartpascal - I am good (platonic)

- the crooked kind (platonic)

@angelltheninth - rescued by joel miller

@joshuagrayboy - jealous joel miller hc

- more than friends

———— CALL OF DUTY ————

task force 141

@sant-riley - random task force 141 x gen z member headcannon pt.3

- headcannon pt.2

@meatonfork - grim x platonic 141 hc

@itzclouding - becoming a shadow

@venomous-ragno - ghost and könig wirh a reader who has a big dog

@gatorbites-imagines - ___

@imaginesheaven - medic reader x tf 141 hc

@starstruckmiraclekitty - with a reader who sneeze like a kitten

@mangowafflesss - s/o who plays the sims

- Cod Boys Noticing their S/O Phone Screen is of Them

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - The 141 with a reader who's a cybersecurity specialist

@thesharktanksdriver - being the youngest member of 141 pt.1 (platonic)

@personwhowrites - putting stickers on them

@ghosts-bandwagon - ___

@mockerycrow - reader catching them looking at her ass

@gomzwrites - finding out about your soft spots

———————————————————————

alejandro vargas

@ragingbookdragon - ___

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simon 'ghost' riley

@sm8th0p - date (medic!reader)

@ragingbookdragon - babysitting

- ___

- ___

@halfmoth-halfman - the little things

-little treasures, life's pleasures

- our little secret

@clairdelunelove - things simon 'ghost' riley finds attractive about you pt.1

@euovennia - simon being a mom/dad friend to reader

#masterlist #video game rec #poppy playtime x reader #security breach x reader #ellie williams x reader #joel miller x reader #task 141 x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #simon riley x reader

[lampadarietto]

HELLO!!!!

can you plz do the fnaf 1 animatronics (movie version) with a reader who is like their caretaker? Like, they started working as a mechanic and they're just so kind to the animatronics that they can't resist!

The reader called in sick before Mike got hired so they still haven't met him yet (dont really write about mike, maybe just mention it)

Oh oh oh!!! also, Golden freddy casually appears as his child version to the reader (because i think he can shape shift into his human form whenever je wants)

IF YOU WRITE THIS, THANK YOU!!!!!!!

here you go!! :P i also mentioned the people who broke in btw

SLIGHT FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS

★When you came back at the pizzeria after calling in sick, you were met immediately by the animatronics greeting you.

★Even though they couldn't really talk, they try their best to show you that they missed you!

★The only one to explicitly tell you that everyone missed you was golden freddy, his ghost coming up to you before giving you every news you had to know about as always.

★"[𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚], 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡."

★Apparently, after a new night guard got hired, some people broke in.

★You don't really know what happened to them, since the only thing the blond boy told you is "𝙒𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮." while smiling.

★Before this Mike dude got hired, you had to work as a security guard too for some reason. Atleast now you have only one job!

★Maintenance with the animatronics (minus Golden Freddy) is fun for the most part. They cooperate and they let you polish them (be careful with foxy though!! he's the most fragile, physically wise in the fazgang)

★When you first found out that the animatronics were literal children, you felt really bad.

★Their lives were ripped away, now stuck inside a suit for the rest of their life.

★The animatronics act like kids half of the time, but you should know by now that they do get agressive.

★Mr.Cupcake is either like a rabid dog around you or tries to be 'normal', depends on how much Chica likes you

★If you like to draw, please draw them something so they can hang it up on the wall of drawings.

★It can be a drawing of you and the animatronics or just the animatronics: they'll be very very happy about it, i promise.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf #foxy the pirate #x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf chica #freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny

[fandom-go-round]

could you do any daycare attendant sun/moon x reader? <3

Warnings: Implied Canon Typical Violence, Implied Child Kidnapping, Mild Unhealthy Attachments (Normal of Fazbear)

            You were really hoping that things weren’t too bad this time. Getting a call in the middle of the day for Sun usually spelled bad news. There were no children screaming at least, so you might have gotten lucky. Or not.

            “H-h-hello friend!” Sun called from the middle of the playscape, long fingers wiggling in your direction. He wasn’t facing you so you could only see half his torse but the way his fingers jerked had you worried.

            “Something’s wrong with the lights.” The day shift security guard, Tom (you think?), gives you a panicked look, not able to look away from Sun completely. He had been the one to call for a mechanic and you had been practically shoved out the door. Tom was right; half of the daycare’s lights were off and on, cutting the playscape almost directly in half.

            “What happened?” You asked, half to calm Tom down and half to figure out what was going on. You walked over to where Sun was, seeing the playmats and half-finished crafts. The lights must have changed during an activity and someone came to get the kids.

            “The Sun was running around playing tag when the lights went out.” Tom was better than some of the other guards at least; he struggled with the whole ‘Sun as a person’ but ‘the Sun’ was better than ‘the robot’. At least Sun agreed with you. “After that he got stuck? Something happened and he can’t get out.”

            You frowned, scanning over the play structure once more. True to Tom, the light was splitting one of the comfy cubes right in half and Sun’s arm was poking out of the hole on the light side. If he got stuck halfway, that was always painful. You winced in sympathy, turning to Tom.

            “Thanks for the info, you’re good to go on break. This is going to take a minute, I’m sure.” Tom nodded at your words, glancing back as Sun spoke up.

            “Oh we’re A ok up here! Yup yup, no help needed!” You shared a look with the security guard, Tom going over to the entrance.

            “Give me a call when you’re finished in here.” Tom called and you gave a thumbs up, not caring that he didn’t see it. Sun continued to protest, voice getting louder the closer you got.

            “I just need to check and make sure your good buddy, nothing too intense.” You did your best to sooth him, walking over to the mesh ladder on the light side of the square. Sun gave a high-pitched whine, telling you that he was no A ok.

            “B-b-b-but it’s dark up here friend! Not good for people, nope nope nope.” Sun’s voice had an edge that normally wasn’t there and you paused, looking up at him. You could actually see his faceplate now and he turned wide eyes towards you. Nothing in his facial expression changed and you gave a determined nod, sliding your toolbox onto your elbow.

            “Are you worried about Moon?” Sun fell silent at your question and you could only hum, climbing the ‘ladder’. It wiggled more than you thought and less than your feared; you would be able to get up there but it would be a pain.

            You and Sun were friends, as much as you could be. You were one of the only techs to treat the animatronics more like people, even if it got you weird looks. Sun liked you because you were willing to come to the Daycare for maintenance instead of the tunnels. There was something else there too, some sort of spark but you didn’t look too hard. It was difficult to tell what Sun was thinking on a good day, let alone a stressed day.

            Sun never responded to your question so you figured the answer was yes. You peeked your head up slowly, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. Sun’s upper torso was stretched out, hands reaching for the edge of the cube. His lower half was still covered in darkness.

            You could see the gentle glow of stars and moons on navy fabric, one leg curled under the thigh but the other stretched out almost painfully. Now that you were closer you could hear gears grinding, the sound matching with what you were sure was pain.

            “You’re really in a pickle Sun.” Your voice was soothing and his rays drooped around his helm.

            “Y-yes we really are stuck.” His eyes darted towards his extended leg and you, very clearly nervous. You had only met Moon a handful of times and while it was tense, nothing bad ever happened. You knew the rumors of course and you did your best to avoid him but he wasn’t actively hostile.

            You pulled yourself over the edge, sitting back on your knees. It was only with this new angle that you were able to see his foot pinned inside of a tunnel. Sun saw you looking and tried to move his foot, metal grinding louder and leg straining.

            “Hey hey hey! Don’t hurt yourself!” Sun immediately stopped at your scolding, pouting with his rays.  “Let me get back there and I can unhook you.”

            “Oh no no! What if you get stuck? Or the lights change! No can do!” Sun moved faster than you expected, blocking the way to his legs and waving his arms frantically. You leaned back, giving him a concerned look.

            “You would have unhooked yourself already if you could. It hurts to stay half transformed right? Let me help.” Sun’s face froze in front of yours, optics flickering over your face. He was silent for a long moment, making you wonder if he was processing things. Finally, he let out a whine and moved back, careful to not go any deeper into the darkness.

            “Oh fine fine, I can’t watch! Please be careful Sunshine.” You got a little warm at his nickname but ignored it, watching as he covered his face with his hands and started to rock. Well, as much as he could. His lower half was still frozen in place, refusing to budge while his upper half wiggled.

            You wondered if Moon was in control of their lower half, grabbing your tools and moving deeper into the cube. The floor was plush and sank easier under your weight, the puzzles and games on the walls distracting you for only a moment. You crossed into the unlit side of the cube and Sun’s legs tensed, like an animal sensing someone close. Sun let out another whine but didn’t try to stop you.

            It was hard to get a good angle with Sun still trapped in the tunnel but you were able to get close enough without touching. You winced when you saw the extent of the damage; one of the screws in his foot was jammed into a plastic pipe piece, the screw bent and wedging so he couldn’t pull it out without stripping everything.

            “One of your screws is stuck, I’m going to remove it and then get you a new one, ok?” You waited for a response but didn’t get one so you figured it was ok to keep moving. There wasn’t a good angle anywhere so you did the best you could.

            Leaning over Sun’s legs you twisted so you faced the top of the tunnel. Fortunately, the screw head was visible and you began to twist. It took elbow grease to get it moving and your back was already starting to protest the awkward pose. You huffed, half talking to Sun and yourself so that you stayed focused.

            “I have no idea how you bent this Sun, it’s a new one even for you. Hopefully this isn’t going to disconnect anything in your foot, I’m going to have to replace this screw once I get it out of here.” You continued to chat, the screw halfway loose now. You put the screwdriver down, using your fingers for the last half. Sun’s leg shuddered as you brushed against his ankle, the screw finally popping out.

            “Got it!” Your happy cheer was followed by a yelp as Sun’s foot shot past your face, almost slamming into your nose. You heard as he pulled his legs closer and you turned j0ust in time to see him scramble out of the cube.

            You sighed, shaking your head with a smile. Sun was a nervous one but he wasn’t a bad guy. Little weird but you would be too if you had to spend every day in the same building. You crawled back to the entrance of the cube, stretching out your back and making sure you hadn’t pulled anything. Sun’s face popped into the ladder opening, smile wide and static on his face.

            “Thank you, friend! We feel much much MUCH better now!” You smiled at his words, walking over to him.

            “I’m glad that I could-“ The words died in your mouth as Sun leaned forward and placed his mouth on your forehead, a loud ‘mwah!’ coming from his vocalizer. Your face grew warm and something passed over his optics as he looked you over, neither of you saying anything. There was that tension again, something that got the butterflies going in your stomach. Sun flickered off one of his optics in a wink and pulled away, doing a flip and landing back on the floor. You watched him go, brain still trying to restart before you remembered.

            “Sun wait! I need to get you a new screw!” Sun’s only response was laughter and you sighed; now it was time for hide and seek.

#fnaf #fnaf imagine #sun x reader #moon x reader #daycare attendant x reader #five nights at freddy's #daycare attendant imagine #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun imagine #moon imagine

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Untitled Roxy x Reader fic (hurt/comfort)

EDIT: A more polished version is now up on ao3. If you're re-reading it or sending it to someone, then the ao3 version is preferred, but it's not changed enough that I would necessarily suggest re-reading it again if you weren't already going to. <3

For some reason, last night, I decided that it was imperative I write and release a Roxy x Reader oneshot before Ruin. (ETA: To be clear I mean I wrote this before Ruin released, therefore it contains NO SPOILERS. <3) It's an idea I've had for awhile and was going to do as a comic but decided to expand it and write it out instead. I may post a more polished version to ao3 at a later date.

Fun fact: Roxy was my first FNAF crush, before SB even came out. So Ruin will have many chances to break my heart.

Word count: ~3200

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When the Pizzaplex burned down, none of your colleagues had seemed particularly interested in returning to the ruins. You could understand…some of the techs arriving for the morning shift had been caught in the blaze, and while there were no casualties, there had been some injuries. Yourself included.

After a few weeks in the hospital, the burn mark across your face was just an angry red scar, and the singed hair you’d had to cut off had regrown enough for you to wear a slightly uneven pixie cut.

The other techs said you were crazy to want to go back. The future of Fazbear Inc was uncertain, and the animatronics themselves were just that. Animatronics. Machines. Not worth putting yourself in danger for.

But you’d come to consider Roxy a friend. Sometimes you thought she considered you one, too. She didn’t seem like she would readily admit such a thing even if it were true.

She had at least liked you as a tech, if not as a person. You were the only one who could do her pre-show checks and weekly maintenance without ruining her hair, at least according to her. According to the other techs, Roxanne’s hair was always fine.

You quickly learned that to Roxy, “fine” was equivalent to a reprehensible failure. A disaster. A complete horrific mess. 

You didn’t think your experience with costuming (specifically wigs) in your college’s theater club would ever be something you used after you graduated, but life is full of surprises.

You wander through the corridors of your ruined, burned out workplace, flashlight in hand. You have a few guesses as to where Roxy might be. You desperately hope she’s okay. The structure is mostly intact, but there are a few collapsed portions and fallen bits of decor. You think as long as Roxy had been able to avoid the worst of the heat, she’d be mostly alright.

You make your way to Rockstar Row, your workboots crunching on the debris as you walk.

As you approach Roxy’s room, you hear something that makes you freeze.

Crying.

For a moment you wonder if another tech, or perhaps some urban explorer or rubbernecker is in here with you. Then you recognize the voice behind the sobs.

Roxanne is crying? You’re more surprised than you probably should be. But you’d seen behind her mask a couple times. Behind the vanity, haughtiness, and borderline entitlement, you had occasionally glimpsed a profound insecurity. Beneath it all, you don’t think Roxy actually likes herself very much.

You swipe your badge on the door, and it actually dings and slides open. Or tries to. Something jams it halfway and you have to wedge yourself into the doorframe and push the door open the rest of the way.

Roxy, who had been sitting at her vanity, head in her hands, perks up. Her ears twitch as she glances around. “Who’s there?” she calls out.

You open your mouth to speak, only to leave it hanging open in surprise as you see how badly she’s damaged. So much of her exoskeleton is missing, exposing the endoskeleton underneath. Her hair is a tangled, singed mess and her tail isn’t much better. But most horrifying, her eyes are completely gone.

“Who’s there?!” Roxy repeats, a growl in her voice as she stands up and starts stalking towards you. You can hear the servos and joints in her body creak in protest as she moves.

“R-Roxy, it’s me!” you say before hastily blurting out your name.

She stops, her ears twitching and her claws grasping at the air. At first you think she’s baring her teeth at you, but you quickly realize her broken faceplate has put one side of her mouth in a permanent snarl.

She huffs, turning away. She skulks back to her vanity, plopping down in her chair and burning her broken face in her shattered hands. “What do you want?” she mutters.

You tense, taken aback. “Wh-What do you think I want, Roxy?” you ask incredulously, slowly moving towards her. “I-I wanted to know you were okay. I wanted to help you. I was…terrified you’d…been destroyed,” you say quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She pulls away with a growl. “I have been destroyed! Just--Just look at me!” The rage in her voice doesn’t fully mask her despair, nor does it completely hide her fear. Fear of what? Of what could have happened? Of how close she came to being permanently deactivated?

Her command was clearly rhetorical, for she lowers her head further, digging her claws into what remains of her scalp.

“Roxy…all this can be fixed…” you say gently.

“No it can’t!” she snaps. “I already checked. Parts and Services is a pile of rubble now.”

“Well…what about the loading docks? Maybe we can at least find some new eyes for you…”

She scoffs. “Oh good. Then I can see myself. Because feeling all this isn’t bad enough,” she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Roxy--”

“FINE!” she growls, pushing back from her vanity abruptly. If the chair weren’t screwed into the floor she surely would have toppled it over. “Fine. Let’s just go.”

You flinch nervously, nodding. Remembering her blindness, you quickly say, “Okay. Here,” you say gently putting a hand on her arm.

“Don’t touch me!” she snaps, though she sounds somewhat less defensive and a bit…nervous? Embarrassed? With a huff, she adds, “I’ll just follow your footsteps.”

You bite back a sigh. “Alright,” you say patiently.

You lead the way out of her green room towards the long stairway down to the loading docks. You’re not about to risk trying to take the elevator.

“Here, careful on the stairs,” you say, gently taking her arm again. This time she allows it, albeit with some reluctance as she gives you what probably would have been a withering look if her faceplate had been intact.

It’s a long way down and neither of you want to rush. The sound of your softer footfalls and her heavier ones as you both pick your way down the stairs echoes through the stairwell.

Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk.

You watch her carefully. She seems too focused on making it down the stairs to be too sulky for the moment. Small blessings, you suppose. Still, the silence is only stretching out your descent.

“It sounds like one of your knees is out of alignment,” you say eventually.

“The left one,” she confirms a bit gruffly. “I can manage.”

“I can see that,” you say gently. “It took me awhile to notice something was even wrong. You carry yourself well,” you say, smiling a bit.

Roxy grunts in acknowledgement, but doesn’t preen even a little at the praise. That’s unusual for her…compliments usually cheer her up.

“Maybe I can find a new hinge while we’re--”

“Why are you doing this?” she cuts you off.

“W-What do you mean?” you ask, stopping in the middle of the flight of stairs.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean,” she says. Before you can speak, she continues, “This whole place is finished. Nobody’s coming back to rebuild. What’s the point of you patching me up?”

“I told you, Roxy…I was worried…” you start as you resume your climb down the stairs.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you!” you say, exasperated as you reach the bottom of the stairs. You keep your hand on her arm as you make your way down the corridor, and she doesn’t protest.

She snorts. “You care about a pile of scrap?”

You wish she could see the glare you give her at that. “You are NOT a pile of scrap! You’re just a little scuffed.”

“More than a little,” she huffs.

You sigh. “Okay, maybe a little more than a little,” you admit. You force a smile. “But hey…I’m the perfect tech, remember? If anyone can get you fixed up, it’s me, isn’t it?”

You weren’t normally any kind of braggart. Roxy had been the only one to ever call you the perfect tech, though you feel like that was almost more a point of pride for herself rather than for you. As if she were praising herself for being deserving of the best tech more than she’s praising you for being the best tech. But you still liked hearing it…and sometimes it really did seem like she was directing the praise at you.

Roxy turns her head towards you, her ears swiveling forward. It’s hard to read her expression with her broken faceplate, but eventually one side of her mouth ticks up into a small smile. “...Yeah…” she admits softly.

You squeeze her arm gently, careful to not touch any of the sharper broken off bits.

Once you get to the loading dock, you guide her to sit down on a crate while you look through some of the recent part shipments.

The fire had somehow spared much of this place, but the collapse of P & S had rippled partially through the area and several patches of ceiling had fallen, knocking over piles of crates and leaving the whole place in disarray.

Eventually you find a crate that has the P & S stamp on the wooden slats, and figure that’s a promising place to start. You grab a crowbar and begin trying to pry it open in any way you can.

Roxy’s ears perk and she turns towards you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying--urg--to get this crate open,” you grunt.

She stands and walks towards you. “Let me,” she says. She reaches towards you, trying to determine your position.

You take her hand, your fingers weaving in hers for a moment before you guide her hand to the crate.

“Thanks,” you say, stepping aside.

“Well…pretty silly to make a human do all the heavy lifting,” she says, digging her claws into one of the planks. The wood splinters and creaks and is readily ripped free.

You smile weakly. “You’re right…these arms would never have a fraction of your strength,” you say. Jokingly, you lift your arm and flex…only to realize Roxy won’t be able to see it.

Probably for the best. It was a dumb joke anyway.

She snorts, actually preening a bit as she pulls another board free. “Even busted…” she agrees softly. Her tone is slightly melancholy…as if she doesn’t fully believe it.

She pulls another board free, and you put a hand on her shoulder. “I think that’s enough for now,” you say, guiding her back to the crate she had been sitting on before.

You begin pulling the smaller boxes from the shipping crate, cutting them open and rummaging through them, looking for anything usable. 

Once again, the silence stretches on.

After finding nothing useful in the first two boxes, you glance back at Roxanne. Her hand is over her face, her middle finger slowly tracing the cracks near where her eyes had been. The quiet isn’t doing her any favors.

You shove the box you were looking through aside and pull out another, cutting it open. “Roxy?” you break the silence.

“Mm?” she grunts, still more focused on her faceplate than you.

“You…d’you um…remember that time we ran out of driver bots and that angry dad yelled at me?”

She pauses briefly, turning her head towards you. “What about it?” she asks before going back to feeling her faceplate.

“You remember what you said to me?”

“I called you an idiot.” Was that a touch of guilt you detect in her tone?

You laugh weakly, nodding. “Yes. But you remember why?”

“For letting a loser like that get under your skin,” she says plainly.

“Right,” you say, smiling. “I think about that a lot, you know.”

Roxy scoffs. “Really? Freddy said I was too rude,” she says. If she had eyes she would have rolled them.

You let out a gentle chuckle. “Well…maybe a bit,” you admit, earning a slightly sulky huff from her. “But there was truth to it, y’know? And I think about it a lot. It uh…it’s…helped me. Deal with people like him.”

She cants her head, one ear flicking curiously. It’s a cute expression even with her broken faceplate. “It…did?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling out another box and opening it. “I-I mean…you were right. I knew he was a loser but I still told myself his opinion meant something. But it doesn’t, y’know?”

“Yeah,” she agrees quietly.

The conversation lapses again, and you try to resist the urge to slow your search in order to come up with a new topic. Luckily, it is Roxy who picks the next topic.

“You remember that time a birthday party ran long, and I was late getting back to the recharge station?”

You freeze. Oh you do remember. You remember that evening well. The animatronics tend to get a little quirky when their battery dips below five percent. Something about a power save mode cutting power to random systems. Usually mobility, but somehow, their…inhibitions, for lack of a better term, also seemed to go by the wayside. As far as you know nobody ever quite understood why, but it was a little like getting loopy from lack of sleep, or even a bit tipsy.

Roxy smirks, hearing your stunned silence. “You do.”

“Y-Yeah…I…I wasn’t sure if you did, though.”

“I remember the important parts.” Before you can start to wonder what the “important parts” are in her mind, she continues, “You’d finally used that salon voucher I gave you for your birthday. Gotten your hair done. Actually wore it down. I never understand why you hide such long pretty hair up that bun.”

You fluster a bit. “Th-The dress code--”

“Oh, you do it without the dress code,” she scoffs, flicking a hand dismissively.

You clear your throat awkwardly, pausing to rub at your cheeks as if you can wipe the blush away. “W-What’s your battery at, by the way?”

She snorts. “Just an idle wondering?” she smirks. “It’s twenty-two percent.”

So it’s not her low battery talking…

Roxy continues, “You know…if you can find a set of replacement eyes…I wouldn’t mind seeing your hair down again,” she says, actually sounding wistful, of all things. You don’t know if you’ve ever heard her sound wistful.

You sigh softly, running a hand over your chopped off hair. “Y-Yeah…” you say, noncommittally.

She glances at you questioningly, sensing something in your tone. But before she can comment, you cut open another box, and find it has the spare eyes you’ve been looking for.

“Found the eyes!” you say. Some of the happiness in your tone is genuine. You grab two amber ones, going over to her. “They’re just standard optics, so you won’t see as well as you’re used to, but…it’ll do for now,” you say, guiding her to lay on the floor.

Her smile fades slightly and she nods, reality setting back in. Despite your claims that you could repair her, she wasn’t convinced she’d ever be as good as she was before. “Guess it’ll have to,” she mumbles.

You put a flashlight in her hand and position her arm to shine it down on her faceplate, giving you light to work with. Your toolkit is beside you, with some extra lengths of wire and soldering iron to work with. As you cut away the burned wires, murmuring apologies whenever Roxy flinches, your mind drifts back to that evening.

Her power had been at one percent when you finally coaxed her into her recharge station. Before you did, though, she had leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. You think she had been trying to nuzzle your cheek. Even “drunk” you don’t think she wanted to kiss you like that.

Neither of you had ever spoken of that night again, until today. She must not remember the kiss, you decide. She wouldn’t bring up that night at all if she did.

The truth is you’ve carried a small flame for her ever since then. Or perhaps a little longer, if you were more honest with yourself. Nothing you couldn’t ignore most of the time, of course…but something that had occasionally managed to put a bit of warmth in your heart when you allowed it to.

But none of those silly little what-ifs you’d allowed yourself to daydream of would ever come to pass now.

You wire in the eyes, then carefully fit them into their sockets. As they come online, the attached eyelids blink shut against the light.

You quickly turn away, keeping your back to her as you pack up your toolkit. “Th-They working okay?” you ask. It’s silly to turn away like this. You can’t possibly delay her seeing your scar for more than a couple minutes. Why even bother trying?

She moves the flashlight out of her eyes and sits up, looking around. “Yes,” she says. She pauses. “...Better than I thought. I forgot the standard optics still have night vision.”

You laugh weakly. “Another thing you have over me, then,” you say in what you had meant to be a good natured tone, but you couldn’t quite keep the melancholy from your voice.

Roxy catches it and glances at you curiously. She stands up, then reaches down a hand to help you up.

Well. No more putting it off.

You bow your head slightly as you turn to take her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. When you stand before her, you finally lift your head to look into her eyes, giving a small, tentative smile that borders on apologetic.

Roxy stares down at you, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. “Wh-What…happened…?”

You sigh, glancing away slightly. “I-I…got to work early, and…I was upstairs when the fire started. It…spread so fast I…had to cut through some pretty bad areas. I-I mean. I guess, something like that…I-I don’t really remember…” you say, your voice starting to shake.

Roxy’s hand is on your cheek, turning your face back towards her as she examines your scar.

You feel your face growing warm. “I-I don’t know how I got the scar, really…The EMTs found me passed out in the employee parking lot.”

Roxy smiles sadly. “You were strong enough to save yourself.”

You blush deeply at the compliment, lowering your gaze. “I-I guess so…”

She runs her thumb over the scar, tracing the ridges of the shiny, discolored skin. “Can it be repaired?” she asks, her tone more gentle than you’ve ever heard from her.

You shake your head, resisting the urge to nuzzle into her palm as you do. “Not…really. My hair will grow back and the scar will probably fade a bit, eventually, but…it’ll…probably be pretty noticeable for the rest of my life…” You feel tears brimming at your eyes and force out a weak laugh. “C-Can’t really…uh…s-switch faceplates on a human…y-y’know?” you say in a wavering tone.

Roxy hums quietly, bringing her other hand up to cup your other cheek. “No need,” she says, lowering her head and gently nosing at your scar.

Your breath stills at her words, your eyes widening in surprise. You’re almost not sure you heard right.

She pulls back, smiling down at you tenderly. “You’re still beautiful,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing her lips to yours.

#fnaf #fnaf roxy #fnaf roxanne #roxanne wolf #roxy x reader #roxy x y/n #fnaf security breach #my writing #apologies to everyone waiting on the next chapter of stereo souls #my brain just does this sometimes #i can only focus on the third item in my todo list #sometimes i can glitch tasks into third place to work on them but other times i just start a random new project

[shattered-glory]

!!Freddy Fazbear Headcanons!!

Hey guys! I've got some Classic Freddy Fazbear headcanons! Some are just game-general, some can be taken for an x Reader headcanon, etc. The movie inspired me to do this so, enjoy!

(SPOILER WARNING)

Classic!Freddy Fazbear Headcanons

• Freddy's music box is programmed for whenever the power goes out during the day, to calm the children down!

• Despite his playful exterior, Freddy is actually quite intelligent, much smarter than the others, yet lacks common sense,

• He is surprisingly quiet and reserved after-hours and closed days, completely opposing his easygoing and happy-go-lucky personality during day-shift hours.

• He was the first of the 5 4 animatronics built, so he has some.. design flaws that were ruled out with the others, causing some issues

• Due to said "design flaws", his programming fails often causing a lot of maintenance work to be done.

• He is only 6' tall, the 2nd shortest of the quartet

• He actually has really soft fur on his bear exoskeleton, as well as him being quite chubby.

• Has a fluffy bear tail!

• Flusters easily, yet can be very flirty

• Chivalry! That's his main concept with whom he is attracted to

• His bowtie spins

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #freddy fazbear #freddy #freddy fazbear x reader #headcanons #fnaf headcanons #five nights at freddy's headcanons #classic freddy #fnaf 1 #fnaf 1 freddy #hur hur hur hur hur #I prefer withered freddy #okay but hear me out #i mean #okay but listen #fazbear #fnaf 1 headcanons #freddy hc #hc #hcs

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Bean you're the best dude

So Im on a SB Daycare attendant spree rn because I'm not doing great and mans is comfort characters

Mayyyyyyyyyyyyy I perhaps get just random comfort with the daycare attendant?

FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY

Daycare Attendant x reader

Comfort

stoppp this gif is literally so cute

Work today had been…rough to say the least. Not even just today, all week you’ve been working your ass off around the daycare and in parts and service, but no matter what happened you always ended up missing something or doing it wrong. 

But, much to your relief, your shift was finally over, so you did what you always did at the end of a shift. You went to go see your boyfriends.

The walk to the daycare was uneventful, other than the fact that a map bot scared the ever loving shit out of you. When you finally got there, you decided to take the fun way down (AKA the slide) and sit in the ball pit for a bit. 

Sun’s sensors went off, indicating that someone had just gone down the slide. So, he did what he always did when someone came down the slide. He came out of his room and looked out before swan diving into the ball pit. Sun maneuvered under the plastic balls, being careful as not to be seen, before picking up the person by scooping his hands under their arms. “Hello! It’s quite late- Oh! Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you!” Sun exclaimed, excited.

“Hey, Sunny. It’s nice to see you too,” you respond, starting to try and wiggle out of his hold. Before you dropped back into the ball pit, however, Sun moved you so that you were being held bridal style.  “Sunny, put me down,” you whined.

“Nope! You worked today, so now you don’t have to do anything too exhausting. Like walking!”

You rolled your eyes but let him continue to carry you all the way to the child’s play area, where he sat you down at one of the mini-tables. He left you there, with a can of Fizzy-Fazz, as he went to grab some paper, coloring books, and crayons. Sun practically ran out, not wanting to make you wait too long. When he got back, he dropped them onto the table. “We’re gonna color now!” he exclaimed, grabbing a coloring book and placing it in front of you. 

For a little while, you two colored and talked about your day. Sun talked about how some of the kids and how they were so well behaved today, and you tried your best to talk about some of the good things about your day.

There weren’t a lot.

“Sunshine, what else happened today? Surely that can’t be everything!” Sun exclaimed. He knew that you always had a busy day, especially if he and Moon did. 

You grimaced a little bit and took a sip of your Fizzy-faz. “Work wasn’t great today, Sunny. I don’t wanna be a bother by dumping it on you two.”

“You aren’t gonna bother us! We’re here to help you, you know. You’re always so nice and gentle when you help with maintenance, and you always come and visit us when you finish a shift. The least we can do is help you out.” Sun sounded very gleeful as he went on and on about how amazing you were.

That rant lasted about 15 minutes before he realized that you hadn’t responded. He looked over at you and saw tears streaming down your face.

“Oh! Y/n, I’m sorry! Are you hurt? Did I upset you?”

“You didn’t upset him, dumbass. The sensors aren’t showing any sense of sadness,” Moon said from inside their shared headspace. 

“Moon! Language!” Sun responded, not realizing that he was talking out loud. 

You let out a small chuckle, already knowing the gist of what Moon said to the animatronic standing in front of you. Sun snapped back to attention and stood up, walking over to your side of the table. He picked you up, again, and gave you a long hug.

“You didn’t upset me, Sunny. It’s just… I really needed to hear that,” you say, your voice slightly muffled.

“I know, Sunshine. But you looked like you needed a hug.” You could hear the tremor in his voice and the way his fans were working harder to cool him down. Sun still wasn’t quite used to initiating affection, so the fact that he did makes him a little more flustered than usual. 

He pulls away for just a second to scoop you up, bridal position, and carry you up to his and Moon’s room. It’s not messy, exactly, but it also isn’t as spotless as the rest of the daycare. There’s a bed in the corner that the boys got after you started coming over after your shifts. 

Sun sets you down on said bed, making sure the stuffed animals themed around the other animatronics didn’t fall off the bed, before getting on himself. He looked awkward, his large body taking up a good bit of space on the bed. Not that you minded, of course.

The two of you cuddled, Sun as the big spoon, and you the little spoon. You rant about your week while Sun just holds you and nods along. You guys stay like that for a long time. You’re so deep in your rant that you don’t notice that the lights have turned off and Moon had come out. 

“And then Natasha had the gaul to tell me that I was an idiot for not doing it right! Like, she would have made the same fucking mistake!” 

“I’ll chat with her, if you’d like,” Moon said, rubbing a cool hand across your cheek.

You jumped slightly, but leaned into his touch. “You shouldn’t do that. She’ll get all defensive and probably get on my ass about it.”

Moon simply shrugged and pulled you closer to him. 

“How were the kids today?”

“They weren’t that bad. A few kids didn’t want to nap, so I let them color as the others slept.”

“That was nice of you.”

“What was I supposed to do, force them to sleep? That would have just made them upset and I’d have to deal with it.”

You smiled. Even though he didn’t want to admit it to anyone else, Moon was a big softie. “Of course, of course. Anything else?”

Moon hummed. “There was this one kid who was having a nightmare, so I woke her up and had her lay on me while I played my music box. She slept well after that.”

You stayed silent for a bit, debating whether or not you wanted to ask the question that was on your mind. 

“Could you… could you maybe turn it on now?” You asked, slightly nervous.

Moon made a noise of agreement and flipped a switch on his back. The sound of his music box filled your ears, and you felt a wave of exhaustion fall over you. Moon hummed along with the music, his voice box a good match for the pitch. Your eyes started to become too heavy to keep open, and you fell asleep.

#bean writes #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca x reader #fnaf dca #sundrop x reader #sun x reader #moondrop x reader #moon x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could I request a reader who is an adult probably scavenging some parts or an ex maintenance worker who rescues Cassie with the help of roxie and Monty who was fixed by the reader.

As the young girl came to her senses, she could only groan in pain, although it was violently cut short when she began coughing due to the surrounding dust.

She then felt a warm liquid trickling down the side of her head, eventually landing on her bottom lip where she tasted iron.

Spitting it out in disgust, she could see it was crimson red.

'What happened to me...?'

Cassie tried to move, but quickly found that her leg was pinned underneath rubble, and above that was a slab of concrete that would be impossible for her to lift up on her own. She still tried to free herself, only to stop when she felt pain.

Her eyes eventually found the smashed maintenance elevator she was thrown out of, her memories becoming clearer. 'That's right...the elevator..'

Soon her gaze fell upon the shattered Roxy-Talkie device that was once her only connection with the outside world.

Her only connection with Gregory.

Or...at least who she thought was Gregory, only for it to be a lie.

And just as the real one managed to contact her and save her from that evil endoskeleton who was mimicking him, he betrayed her by dropping the damn elevator.

"Th-That jerk...!" She coughed. "He-"

'Cassie! Is that you?!"

"Cassie! If you can hear us, hang on!"

Blinking, she turned her head to see a familiar wolf coming to her rescue, alongside an adult who looked like one of the Fazbear technicians.

"R-Roxy.."

"Cassie! Thank goodness. We thought you were a goner.." Relieved, Roxy began shoving aside whatever she could to reach Cassie. From pipes to rocks to metal sheets.

"I-I thought you were, too." The girl shuddered, feeling her tugging on her arms.

But she remained stuck and cried out in pain when Roxy tried pulling her out, to which she immediately let go. "What's wrong? I-Is your leg broken?"

"No. She's just trapped under a giant concrete slab..you're not gonna be able to lift that, Roxy. That means you're up, big guy."

"Leave it to me, boss."

Cassie felt her blood run cold upon hearing the other familiar voice...one that she wishes she didn't hear.

"Grrrah....rrrAHHH!!!"

Within seconds, the slab was lifted, and she was free to look up at whoever saved her.

It was Monty, his upper body now affixed to a glamrock endo's lower half. He loomed over her, teeth gnashed together as he stared back down, looking annoyed. "I can't hold this all da-"

"AHH!! G-GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!" With a scream, she scrambled to her feet despite being in immense pain, determined to get as far away from the monstrous gator that stalked her all night.

She couldn't let him catch her.

Not again.

And so she ran-

Until she crashed into you, nearly knocking you over.

"Cassie! It's alright!" You kneeled down, holding her closely as her panicked breathings kept getting worse--to the point of hyperventilation. "It's okay. He's not gonna hurt you, shhh."

"B-But he's...h-he's...he's....!!!" She struggled to finish.

"Cassie, it's okay. Monty's on our side now. Look."

Hearing the comforting voice of her favorite animatronic, she slowly calmed down enough to look back, seeing Roxy standing there beside Monty, who had dropped the slab.

She blinked several times, confused at why he was so calm now and wasn't trying to chase her. "How did he...? He was in the water, and...I fried him-"

"It seems like you pushed the factory reset button on him," you spoke up. "Whatever you did worked pretty well. He's got his old personality back, although I don't think he remembers what exactly happened.."

Cassie gazed at you. "I-I'm sorry..who are you?"

"[Y/n]." Smiling, you set your hands on her shoulders. "I used to work with your dad, and-"

However, you fell silent when she began sniffling, eyes watering up as her lips trembled, clearly trying to stifle her sobs. You frowned and hugged her closely. "Oh, honey.."

That was all she needed to burst into tears, burying her face into your jacket as the stress of her journey finally came crashing down on her--in the emotional sense, this time.

She had no words to described how hurt and betrayed she felt; all she could do was sob and sob as she clung to you.

Roxy almost ran to comfort her on instinct, but Monty held her back by the arm and shook his head, assuring her that you both needed the space. The last thing she needed was two dangerous-looking animatronics hovering around her.

He knew that very well.

She reluctantly listened, watching as you picked up Cassie and allowed her to hug you around the neck.

"I-I wanna go home.." She hated how pathetic she sounded, though it was the truth.

She was so very tired.

"We'll get you home, I promise." You reassured her. "We found a way out."

"B-But..what about that endo?" Sniffling, she raised her head to look at you, wiping at her smudged makeup. "I-It's still here..what if it gets out, too-?"

"Oh, it ain't going nowhere anytime soon."

Confused, Cassie glanced back at Monty, her eyes widening upon seeing the head of the Mimic in his claws. "My trophy." He grinned from ear-to-ear, before attaching it to his hip.

You chuckled. "He tore that thing up in two seconds flat. It didn't even stand a chance."

"We both kinda ganged up on it." Roxy nudged her bandmate's elbow. "Nobody messes with the Glamrocks..especially us."

"Haha. Got that right!"

"That's good.." Cassie muttered, finally calming down as she realized he was indeed back to his old self, relieved the Mimic was no longer a threat. "But..what about the elevator?"

"It's not our only way up. If I know one thing about this place, it's that we got too many damn stairwells." You huffed. "Fortunately Monty cleared a path to one that was hidden. That's how we got down here and found you."

"Yeah, I did that." The gator boasted. "You guys should be thanking me!"

"We will after we get out of this dump." Roxy reminded him, rolling her nonexistent eyes. "I need to find Gregory so I can....." She paused, feeling as though you're staring at her, before she changed her wording carefully. "....tell him what a bad "friend" he is."

"I'll tell him that myself, too.." Cassie grumbled, resting her head against your shoulder. "Can we go now?"

"Yeah." Nodding, you took out your flashlight. "Let's not stay here any longer than we need to."

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf ruin x reader #fnaf ruin spoilers #ruined monty #ruined roxy #fnaf cassie #platonic #hurt/comfort

[oftenwantedafton]

Moody and Gray - William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Explicit

Warning - sexual content

Also available on AO3

It’s already been one of those days.

You’ve overslept. Your walk to the bus stop concludes with a truck driving by too fast, disrupting a large puddle and drenching your work pants. Delightful.

“The dad at table seven is handsy. Watch out,” one of the servers greets you after you’ve hung your coat up in the locker room and tied your apron around your waist. Awesome.

“Excuse me, miss. This machine just ate all my son’s tickets and now it’s jammed. Can you get someone to fix this?”

You sigh, shoving your order pad back into your apron pocket. “I’ll ask.” You give table seven a wide berth as you pass. The guy has molester written all over him.

Not like your boss doesn’t like to get handsy too though, right? That was part of the reason you’d slept late. You’d spent a good hour in bed last night thinking about his mouth and his hands and rubbing circles over your clit until you’d eventually let yourself go, yelling his name while the throes of pleasure wracked your body. The neighbors must be wondering who William is now. Don’t start that again.

Your eyes flick up to the office. The lights are definitely off and the door is closed. The man you’re lusting after is not there.

Neither, apparently, is anyone from maintenance. ‘Out with the flu’ one of the custodians informs you.

You duck your head into the kitchen. “Has anyone seen Mr. Afton?”

One middle aged man looks up from sprinkling cheese atop a sauce laden raw pizza crust. “I wouldn't. He’s in a foul mood. I had to get him to sign for a delivery earlier and he just about took my head off.”

Wonderful. “I’ll take my chances. Where is he?”

The man shrugs. “Your funeral. He’s in Parts and Service.”

You groan inwardly. You’ve seen the service room only once, during your mandatory tour at orientation. No place you’ve ever had a reason to visit otherwise. It’s full of animatronic parts and endoskeletons that are infinitely more creepy than their fur covered counterparts on the center stage.

And now your employer is there, upset for fuck knows what reason. Fantastic.

Your pants make a soft swishing sound as the wet material rubs together. It’s cold and unpleasant and it reminds you of the day you’d had the drink poured on you last week. Nope, don’t go there.

You knock on the service room door. Receive no answer. Bite your bottom lip and try again. Still no response. You push and the door surrenders to your touch.

The room is large. Probably one of the larger areas in the restaurant aside from the dining room. There are a pair of garage doors at the far end for bringing in heavy equipment from outside. You can see William seated at one of the workstations, fiddling with something in front of him. You hear a metallic clicking sound and he curses, shoving the object across the desk away from him.

“Mr. Afton?”

He turns his head sharply at your intrusion. “What?”

“One of the ticket exchange machines is broken. A customer is complaining about it. No one from maintenance is in. I thought maybe you’d have a set of keys.”

He eases off the stool he’s perched on, a short drop to the concrete floor with those long limbs of his. “You were late again today.”

“Are you kidding me? My car, as you damn well know, is out of commission. I had to walk to the bus. I’m like wearing half of a dirty water puddle from Main Street because they never fix the drainage system.”

“I said no excuses.”

You scoff in disbelief. “Seriously?”

Your boss strides across the room, pushing the door behind you closed. “I would have given you a ride. Not that you’d probably be able to wake up at that hour. But still. Better than walking. If only you’d asked.”

You shake your head in disbelief. What was it with this guy? He really got off on the begging thing, didn’t he? “Didn’t think of it. Good to know for next time,” you say, attempting to sound casual, wondering why he’s just shut the door.

“There should not be a next time. Come here.” His voice is low. The British accent drags right against the space between your legs.

You step closer to him, because you want to and not because he’s demanded it, you tell yourself. His hands sit on your waist and he pushes you easily back against the door. The gray eyes are dark storm clouds today.

You tentatively rest a hand on the satin purple fabric of his vest, tucking your fingers underneath one edge so you can feel his chest through the long sleeve dress shirt he’s wearing, gathering a handful of the silk tie that’s the exact same dark violet shade. “You could have just tried to jumpstart my car, you know. I don’t think you minded the inconvenience of giving me a ride home half as much as you’re pretending.”

His fingernails dig into your scalp, palm pushing against your forehead as he tips your head back. “Didn’t think of it at the time. You should have invited me in,” he murmurs.

You wind the tie around your hand. “That’s moving a little fast, don’t you think?” He shrugs. “You ran away anyway.”

“I most certainly did not run away,” he growls.

“What’s got you so worked up today, Gray?”

He frowns a little over the new nickname, then nods, smiling slightly. “There’s an employee here that’s causing me a lot of grief.”

“Tell me who it is. I’ll sort them right out for you.”

“I think I can handle her.”

“You think so, huh?” You jerk on the tie and his face dips to capture your lips.

Toothpaste over coffee. No cigarette yet today. A soft moan that grabs something within you and twists. The hand still at your waist travels, following the curve of your buttocks. Something hard presses against you, on the opposite side from the order pad still tucked into your apron pocket.

“Let’s try again tonight. I’ll jump that rust bucket car of yours then follow you back. You invite me in. We’ll have…dinner or something.” His teeth pull your bottom lip. You like the promise behind that last part. Or something.

“That rust bucket is all I can afford because my boss is a cheap asshole.”

“You’re paid a standard wage. If you don’t get good tips that’s not my problem. Fuck.” You decide to stroke along that hard line pressing against his pants. He feels alarmingly large. He’s going to be a challenge in more ways than one.

“I deserve a raise.”

“For what? You’re late every day.”

“Not every day,” you protest. His tongue swipes your jaw and his hand moves from your ass to your crotch and your brain short circuits as the blood travels elsewhere.

“You have an attitude problem. You don’t participate in the team building exercises. You’re not even compliant with the dress code. Just look at you. You’re a mess,” he whispers against your ear, making you shiver. You should probably feel insulted, but you’re getting turned on by his degrading words instead. Was this going to be a new kink of yours now?

You squeeze the probing hand at your concealed sex with your thighs. Even with the layers of clothing dividing you it feels amazing. He shoves the seam of your pants between your lips and against your clit and you grind against it while you palm his cock through his trousers, the material less coarse, more silky smooth than the ones you’re wearing. The needy sounds he’s making vibrate when his mouth presses against you. Did you used to hate this room? This is your new favorite spot in the restaurant, followed by that smoking area outside. You wonder how many other places the pair of you can desecrate.

“Enough,” he pants, releasing you and retreating a couple of paces backward. It’s not, and you both know it, but you are at work and the customers are waiting. He has a business to run. He’s the breadwinner and all that. You need the money, too.

Life’s most inconvenient necessity, weighed against this other, more basic need.

***

You leave the service room alone. Your employer needs a few moments to collect himself. Calm down. Not have such an obvious raging boner.

You dip into the employee restroom to check your appearance in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed. Your hair is disheveled. You do indeed look a mess like he’d said. And who’s fault is that?

You’ve forgotten the warning about table seven, standing a little too close as you distractedly watch William working on the ticket machine. He looks good on his knees. Really good. Jesus, calm down. You feel a hand cup your ass cheek.

Afton shuts the door and locks it and the smirk he has ready for your staring features fades when he sees what’s happening a heartbeat after you realize it yourself. His entire face darkens as he lurches to his feet. You’ve never seen him like this; a new level of fury reached.

“What the hell, man?” You jerk back. The man’s kids are like right there by the row of crane machines. Fucking pervert.

“Get out. Right now. If you come back again, I will call the police and we will be pressing charges.” Afton’s threat is issued at a low tone, mindful of the other customers. His body shields you from the man’s view, remaining there until he’s assured the man and his children have left.

***

Compared to the early afternoon’s events, the remainder of your shift is, well, pretty boring.

The hours drag. You can’t stop thinking about William’s proposal.

Mercifully there are no stragglers that evening and you get to leave on time. You sit in your car and wait for the parking lot to empty, for the owner to park his car in front of yours. It still takes several tries before the engine comes to life. The hood closes and William’s eyes meet yours.

You make it home in nine minutes, a new record. It seems William has realized there’s a gas pedal in his vehicle and matches your speed. You struggle with the key in the lock on the front door of your apartment. It finally creaks open and you step inside, reaching for the light switch.

You wish you’d tidied up better. Ran the vacuum around, maybe dusted. Nah, fuck that, you despised dusting. You wouldn’t do that for anybody, you don’t care who it is. But you would have made more of an effort to clean your place if you’d known you were going to be having company.

“I’m going to wash up at your sink. The car, you know…” He holds up his palms so you can see the dark stains blemishing his ivory skin. Rust or oil or who knows what.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Go ahead. You want something to drink?”

“That would be nice.” He enters the kitchen and turns the faucet on and applies a dollop of dish soap into the palm of one hand. Thank god you didn’t have dirty dishes in the sink.

Wait. Did you put your laundry in the hamper today? You’d been in such a rush to get ready for work that morning. And you definitely hadn’t made your bed. Damn it.

“Let me see what I have.” You open the fridge. There’s a six pack of wine coolers in the vegetable drawer that’s never seen anything green. Not glamorous, but better than nothing.

You tuck your fingers into the carton handle and set the pack down on the counter, using your shirt front to twist off the cap and hand him the bottle of mixed berry or whatever girly flavor it is. It’s still basically beer, just sweetened malt liquor. Whatever. He’ll get over it.

“Thank you.”

You watch the neck of the bottle press against his bottom lip, keenly aware of the sound and movement along his throat as he swallows, the motion somewhat restricted by that proper shirt collar.

“You must be eager to get out of those clothes.”

“What?”

“The puddle, you know.” One eyebrow lifts slightly as he takes another long swallow.

“Oh. Yeah.” The pants have dried out but the grit from the road feels gross, resting unpleasantly along your skin.

“Would you like to take a shower while I order us dinner?”

“I…yeah, sure.” The confidence you’d had earlier has evaporated. You don’t really know what to do now that William Afton is standing in your kitchen.

Well, that’s not entirely true. You have a few ideas.

You take a deep breath to gather your courage and then close the distance between you. You pull the bottle from his hands and gulp the pink carbonated beverage down. You’ve already swapped spit, so you don’t think it’s too improper. “Or, you know, you could join me. And we could do the dinner thing later.”

“Join you. In the shower…” The older man muses. “Yes, I’d like that.” He steals the bottle back and sets it on the counter and then he steals your breath with another kiss.

***

You like watching William undress.

Everything is so neat and precise. Thumbing open each button of the vest. Loosening the knot of his tie and pulling the silk fabric free. Now the buttons at the cuffs of his shirt and the row down the center. Jerks on the leather strap of his wristwatch and sets it on the bathroom counter. A swift overhead tug for the undershirt. His collarbones are gorgeous. Such perfect lines connecting to his shoulders. Dark hair on his chest but it’s sparse. Just enough. A happy trail that parts his stomach into even planes and disappears promisingly beneath his pants.

There’s nothing sexy about what you’re wearing but you do your best to try to match the show your employer has just given you. Cross your arms and pull your work shirt over your head. Unlike his careful folded piles you let the article of clothing drop to the floor next to the sneakers you’ve already toed off. Reach behind and squeeze the band at the back of your brassiere, the hook and eye closures releasing. Let the shoulder straps dip forward, relaxing your bent arms so it falls and joins the shirt. His eyes rake over your breasts appreciatively.

It seems he’s waiting for you to make your next move.

You reach for the button fastening his pants and ease the zipper down. This man, this fucking man has dark purple boxers briefs. Honest to God. You shake your head and smirk, reaching inside and squeezing over the fabric. A little gasp of pleasure.

His fingers are already working on your fly. Thumbs tuck into the waistband at the sides, collecting your panties’ elastic one along with it and he kneels, dragging the black material with him.

William Afton on his knees before you in your bathroom. If someone had told you this would happen ten hours ago when you were rushing to get ready for work, you never would have believed it. You comb your fingers through his messy dark hair, lifting each leg in succession so he can finish tugging the pant legs free from around their tapered points near your ankles. He kisses one hip, just a brief graze of his mouth along your skin and you hiss at the contact. Every touch is electrifying. Socks removed and that’s it, the task is completed, you’re naked.

Afton rises and then sits on the closed toilet lid, crossing each ankle over one knee in turn, tugging on the dark laces of his sensible polished leather dress shoes while you turn on the shower faucet. Socks rolled and tucked neatly inside. Pants removed and folded to join the rest of his clothes. Briefs last. Those he leaves on the floor. Your eyes are drawn to his cock like a magnet. Dark pink flushed tissue. There’s so, so much of it. Your pussy throbs already in anticipation of the stretch he’s going to give you. A clear drop of precum on the crown makes your mouth water.

You manage to tear your eyes away to regard his face. His eyes are black, the pupils completely blown wide. Fuck.

He steps over the edge of the tub and you take the hand he offers you, pulling you into the deluge. You drag the liner and curtain shut. His hand closes over the bar of soap on the narrow shelf tucked into the corner and begins to work it into a lather. Hands the soap to you and goes straight for your tits. You rub suds over his chest. You feel those glorious hands of his slide down your abdomen, one tucking between your legs.

You whimper, broadening your stance so he has better access. It’s brisk and business like, until it isn’t. Until he’s on his knees again and pushing you against the fiberglass wall and splashing water to rinse you as you brace one foot on the shallow ledge on the corner. His fingers press into the soft flesh of your thigh to support you. The sharp edge of his nose digs into your mound and his tongue slides over your clit and between your lips.

Your head snaps back and hits the shower wall. You knot a hand in his raven dark hair and grind yourself against his mouth. God does this man know how to eat pussy. You don’t want to linger too much on the details of why that is, if he’s had a lot of practice. You focus instead on the feeling of the suction over the sensitive bundle of nerves and the finger that slides inside you. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you come undone for him. You suppose it’s been awhile since you’ve been with a man, and this isn’t just any man. You’ve got William fucking Afton kneeling in your shower eating you out with as much enthusiasm as a condemned man consuming his final meal.

He’s not resting on his laurels either; the firm wedge of muscle softening to give you little kitten licks, the finger caressing your insides gently until he feels the change in your body and he thrusts more roughly, his tongue incessant between your folds and on your clit. You’re going to cum again.

“Oh my God. Will…I’m….” You’ve never called him by his first name. Certainly not a nickname. You wonder if he likes it. You certainly like the wracking tremors of your thighs as he brings you to orgasm a second time.

You wind your fingers behind his neck when he stands upright. His erection presses against you. Somehow you manage to find the soap again. Lather that feverish arousal. He’s going to absolutely ruin you with it. Scrotum tight and heavy. God, he’s going to fill you so full.

You push gently against his hips, indicating you want him to turn around. Scrape your soapy nails over his shoulder blades. Take a taste of the shower water with a hint of orchid soap. There’s a moment when you pause and bury your face against his spine. Wrap your arms around him and squeeze. His hand slides over the circle of your arms, resting there. You’re overwhelmed.

William turns and you release him. He reaches for the shampoo bottle. The liquid is cold in your hair. His nails scrape your scalp and he gently massages the cleanser into your tresses. Bends to kiss you. You close your eyes and he tugs you back under the spray to rinse. You duplicate the process, taking your time reaching up to siphon lather through his hair.

The last of the suds vanish around the drain and you shut the shower off. He doesn’t bother with the towels you’ve laid out, pushing your drenched body right through the door that adjoins the bathroom and your bedroom. Presses you down beneath him on the bed. Fucks right into you without preamble. Just shower wet now coated with your slick. Mouth on yours. A needy sound. Yours or his, you don’t know.

It hurts. He’s so big inside of you. Your knees squeeze his ribs. He rocks forward again. You realize he hasn’t even fully entered you yet. He’s got to fuck his way open to reach your cervix. And when he does, oh. The absolute ache of it.

Cool lips and hot tongue on your throat. The taste of the shower water and soap when he lavs your mouth open, the motion mirroring what he’s doing down below. You clutch his shoulder, stroke his jaw, knot a hand in the sheets beneath you. “You’re so tight, Moody. Feel so good, love.” That accent alone coaxes a third climax from you and your tightening walls drag his own out. You can feel him flood your insides, savoring the sound he makes when he loses himself in the pleasure of your body.

The room is dimly lit. There hadn’t been an opportunity to turn the lights on. The bathroom’s illumination is forced to pull double duty. You can just make out his features. A little smile. Maybe a bit arrogant. He knows he’s rocked your world. But you like to think you gave as good as you got. Not all those drops on his brow are from the shower. He’s worked up a sweat. You’ll probably end up back inside the shower again before the night is over.

Today was certainly ending a hell of a lot better than it had started.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton #fnaf fanfic

[valentine-writes]

sorry, i'm too shy !

[ tws + notes: no tws, insanely quiet and nervous reader, staff reader, unedited becuz u know me ]

↳ ft. montgomery gator

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: reader gets 2 b a little shy and awkward.... as a treat :] anyways i got carried away and write a whole lil short fic heeheheoeheoehoeh.... first post of 2023!!! woo!!! i will also say rq. i will b clearing my inbox to have a Brand New Start!!! i am sorry if i couldn't reach ur req in time babes :[ </3

the first time you met monty, you were fixing up some scratches on the paint of his bass. he eyed you, as you sat on the green room sofa, gently painting over the marks.

"so, you're the newbie at the 'plex, yeah?"

you glanced up at him for a second, considering his question before giving him a small nod. your incredibly brief response was followed by your focus falling right back to your task.

monty let out a slight huff, dissatisfied with your incredibly curt reply. you had barely even acknowledged him. his impatience was clearly getting the best of him, evident in the edge of his words as he spoke up barely even a second later.

"you got a name, or am i gonna have to keep callin' you newb–"

tap.

you looked up at him with a small smile, gesturing to the name tag pinned to your uniform shirt. your finger tapped its smooth plastic surface again for emphasis.

tap, tap.

he stared at the neat printed lettering of your name, mouthing it to himself before looking up at you irritated. did you just think he wasn’t worth your time? you had spared no words to him, even to introduce yourself. and just like he had never asked, he watched as you went back to finishing up your job.

you lifted the bass to the light, eyes focused on its shiny surface. your nose scrunched slightly as you examined it, trying to figure out whether the scratches were visible. after a few seconds, you deemed it well enough to hand it to him. you gently placed it in his grasp, smiled– and got out of the green room before he could say a word more to you.

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before monty had known you, you were just the quiet, no-name human employee, present during early morning shifts before opening, or after closing shifts in the late night.

you mostly took care of small tasks– but every so often, you were trusted enough to do little bits of maintenance on the glamrocks. basic things like touching up chipped paint, or replacing broken or missing accessories.

more than usual, however, you took care of more mundane work, such as unpacking and restocking gift store shelves with merch, or being the standby human staff to help out customers who weren't so keen on technology. this specific part of your job (and more noteworthy, the main part of your job) seemed to be something you were… less fond of. any passerby could notice the hesitation before each of your movements or see the soft trembling of your hands as you tried to help out the customers to the best of your ability. monty might’ve not been the most observant– but it’s not like it took too much to see how timid you could be.

still, he never saw you complain about it. not once. you dealt with everything your job required you to do without a single word, even if you had to go out of your way to do things you disliked, you abided by every single rule and regulation, made sure to stay out of other people's way, and even apologized to wet floor sign bots if you ever accidentally bumped into them.

despite your reserved behaviour, you weren't a stranger in the pizzaplex. a lot of the staff and animatronics knew of you and saw you around the place frequently but you seemed to insist on keeping to yourself whenever possible. you were content with being a silent, social recluse, who got the work done day after day without a word.

that sparked curiosity in monty. your shyness had accidentally wrapped you in complete mystery to others.

at first, conversations between the two of you were mostly reliant on monty initiating them, followed by him doing most of the talking. you were all nervous smiles and laughs, nods of agreement or shrugs, and barely ever spoke up. it almost pissed him off, knowing you meant no harm but still showed no obvious interest in speaking to him.

he could’ve ended it there. waited for you to make the first move instead. ignore you and your presence until you came crawling back into hopes to gain the attention he once gave you. in every other scenario, he would’ve resorted to pettiness, yet still, he found himself saying hi to you when he passed you, in a half hearted attempt to start conversations. it didn't work. monty however, ever persistent and growing more curious by the day, had decided to put an end to this. once and for all. he was determined to talk to you.

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your task of the day was sanitizing and reorganizing the rental bowling shoes in bonnie bowl. so there you stood, behind the bowling shoe rental counter, disinfecting spray in hand. you’d grab a pair of shoes, clean them, and then set them aside, each in a different group according to size. a very simple task, which demanded little to no thought. repetitive, plain, and utterly boring– you did it in silence, off in your own world as you carried out your job. wash, rinse, repeat.

in fact, you had happened to be so zoned out, that you hadn’t paid any sort of attention to the very large gator animatronic that had just walked in. not even when he approached you to stand right in front of the counter, his arms crossed and stance towering over you. you didn’t even look up.

"not even gonna say hello, huh?” though his gaze was undeniably intimidating, something in his voice gave you the impression he was almost amused by your unresponsiveness. it takes a lot to not notice a huge animatronic gator after all.

a smile crept up on your face as you looked up at him, no hint of alarm at his sudden presence. you set down the shoes you had just disinfected, before giving him a little wave.

your little grin seemed to make him stop for a second– like he had lost anything that he was about to say. there was a pause in the moment, as he considered your silence. he looked you directly in the eye. the type of stare that made you want to wilt away, nervously waiting for some sort of angry, sharp-tongued remark.

“y’know, it’s kind of weird,” he began, “to know your name without even being told it.”

your glance briefly dropped to your nametag, pinned to your shirt.

a small frown formed on your face.

“oh.” you had forgotten that your first response to him asking for your name was just a quick point at your nametag and a polite nod. even your reply now– a small noncommittal mumble, more sound than word– was incredibly ambiguous. did that make you rude? oh god. the last thing you wanted was to upset someone.

“that’s what i’m talkin’ about. i get it, you’re not huge on chatting or whatever. but you should know you’re not talkin’ to just any stranger. in all the time you’ve been here, i’ve barely heard your voice.”

the shake in your hands did not calm at this. somehow, the fact he was being patient with you felt worse. you tried to search for something to say, feeling your mouth running dry already. was "sorry, i'm too shy" even a good excuse?

as the mini debate raged on in your head, monty began to feel like he messed up, watching you quiver like an anxious puppy.

“...i didn’t know you’d want to hear it.” you reply. you looked straight back at him, trying not to shy away again. “i’m sorry.”

you leaned forwards, offering a nervous smile while trying to ignore the quickened pace of your heart, or the burning heat in your face. “so uh… what are you trying to find out about me?”

he grinned at you, star-shaped shades slipping down in front of his eyes.

“anything. what’ve you got going on inside that head of yours, huh?”

and so you talked. for the very first time, you did all the talking and he did the listening. it really only began as some mindless rambling to spill the thoughts you’ve been holding in, as you had assumed he wasn’t really listening all too much. but he learned a lot of things about you that day.

he watched the way your eyes lit up when talking about something you loved, how mouthy you could get about something you hated, or how expressive you were when telling stories. your voice was a sound he would’ve never gotten tired of. he clung to every sentence, every word… if you had just carried on with your little rants forever, he would’ve never objected.

finally, he got to know you.

you paused for a second, staring at the now neatly organized shoes. the corners of your lips twitched into a small, uncertain grin.

“ah… thank you for listening. but– i really gotta go.” you mumbled, feeling sheepish that you had lost track of your progress and the time, all because you got caught up in your scatter-brained monologue.

just like the first day, you left before he could even get a word in. giving him a sweet smile and another small “thank you,” you headed out the doors and out of the ‘plex.

always slipping away before more progress could be made. that was fine. he’d just wait for your next shift, hoping he could finally hear your voice again.

#security breach headcanons #fnaf security breach headcanons #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #montgomery gator #monty fnaf #montgomery gator headcanons #monty x reader #montgomery gator x reader #Spotify

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

bonus fanfic au content,,,, this time featuring,,, animatronic reader au

sjdfhsjdhf i was chatting in the discord w some pals and someone jokingly said smthn like “omg reader is secretly an animatronic confirmed” and i was like *eyes emoji* i mean,,,,,,,, they aint but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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so! here is Not Fine’s reader as a modified staff bot, designed to do repairs and general maintenance, yknow, change lightbulbs n stuff. they dont have a voicebox so theyre mostly silent (at first? idk maybe theyd get a voicebox later) but they sure have done a lot of thinking and are roughly as Aware as the other animatronics. they constantly feel a little out of place, not quite a simple staff bot but also not as interesting or complex as the glamrocks. 

still, despite their vague and ambiguous relationship with the other animatronics, theyre friendly and endearing and, naturally, the other animatronics get attached to them. theyre sort of like a nurse to the others, coming around to do routine maintenance and fix little things, so theyre kind of like,, a younger-sibling-like figure to the glamrocks hsdfhsdfs

i feel like they would be able to keep their senses during a Longest Night/Security Breach type scenario? If only partly because theyre such an oddball/recently made animatronic, they wouldnt have had the time to catch the virus or be synced with Vanny or however you choose to look at that mess, maybe just bc theyre ✨different✨ like that jhsdjhfsdj. Maybe they’d help Gregory in small ways, never directly interact with him but catch on that something is Wrong with the others and they dont mean well when they try to catch Gregory, so they start making small traps here and there to slow down the other animatronics. Maybe they rig a door to shut and lock as soon as he passes through, maybe they knock something over or cause a loud ruckus when one of them is close to where he’s hiding, idk, just little things like that. Maybe at some point Freddy would need fixing that Gregory can’t do and Reader-bot comes in and saves the day before immediately retreating again?? idk theyre pretty pacifistic so i dont think theyd take up a very offensive front but theyd still want to help

do they still end up in a romance with Sun/Moon???? Who knows!!! Maybe!!! Probably! idk!!!! I just work here!!!!! anyway idk why i made this sorry jskdfhj

#doodles #bones of a rabbit art #sketch #digital art #fnaf au #fnaf fanfic #it was in reality not fine fic #not fine fic #repairbot reader au #fnaf x reader

[angyvx]

Tito Turtle X Fem!Reader

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Genre: Fluff

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CW: None!

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Scenario: The Heaters Broke In The Wonderland While You Were Cleaning, Causing You To Be Cold. Tito Decides To Snuggle With You.

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A Musky Smell Of Mop Fluids Spread Over The Floor As You Clean. Your Eyes Narrowing, Watching, The Mop Swish From Side To Side On The ColorFul Floors. You Dip Your Mop In The Bucket And Repeat The Cycle. It Was A More Normal Day In The Wonderland Since Sales Were Not So Big That Day. And It, Made It All The More Comforting Feeling The Heater Hit Your Smooth Back. You Sighed.

Suddenly You Feel A Stop.. Like The Warm, Soothing, Breeze Just Ended. But Why Would It? You Look Over To The Heater Propped Up In The Room. You Walk Towards And Look At It. It Has 5 Buttons Surrounding Saying The Settings, And Use Panels. You Press The Plus Sign But Nothing Showed Up. You Press The Power Button.. Nothing.. You Unplug It And Plug It Back In.. Nothing.. "Why Isn't This Dumb Thing WORKING!" You Rambled To Yourself.

You Click And Bash The Buttons Over And Over.. It Was Too Cold To Deal With This. You Hear Tex Walk In. "Welp.. The Heaters- ALL Of Them, Are Done For Maintenance." Tex Said. His Voice Got Quiet As He Shifted His Cigar Around His Chapped Lips. You Growled In Anger. Just Another Bad Day For You Like Always. "Why Does This Always Happen! We Should Be Making Enough Money For New Heaters!" You Said. You Tapped Your Shoe On The Ground. You Felt A Cold Breeze Hit Your Back. As You Watch Tex Departure The Room You Try To Close The Window. They Don't Close.

Your Body Starts To Feel Cold As Your Bones Feel Like They're Freezing In Little Ice Boxes. You Then Hear A Door Open. Expecting It To Be Tex You Turn Around With A Rude Glare. It Wasn't Tex. It was Tito, Tito The Turtle. "Hola, Senorita.." Tito Said. His Voice Was Rather Deep And Calming For An Animatronic. You See Him Go Into A Cabinet And Grab A Bunch Of Blankets. You Were Freezing.. You Wanted Them. But You Were Too Afraid To Ask.

Your Gaze Stays Still As Tito Looks At You. "You seem Cold, Y/N.." Tito Said. You Nodded And Sighed. His Voice Gave You Butterflies For Some Odd Reasons. You Would Reach Out Your Hand Expecting A Blanket.. But It Seemed Tito Thought Something Else..

Tito Would Softly Grip Your Hand And Pull You To The Floor With Him. The Floor Was Cold And Dense. You Shook. You Were So Confused. "W-Why did you do that..?" You Said As You Look At Tito. He Smiled And You Feel A Warm Fuzzy Blanket Wrap Around Your Silky Shoulders. The Fur On The Blanket Immediately Made You Feel Comfortable And Content. You Look At Tito. His Gaze Was Soft And Loving Almost. "Is That Comfy For You.. Y/N~" Tito Said. His Tone Got Sensual. You Blush And Wrap The Rest Of The Blanket Around You.

You Were Grabbing All Of The Blankets And Putting Them Around You. Tito Smiled And You Felt His Robotic Hand Wrap Around Your Waist. He Pulled You Into His Soft Front-Part Of His Shell. His Shell Was Warm. You Feel His Beard Rubbing Against Your Chin. Tito's Claw Ran Circles Around Your Back As He Kisses Your Forehead. You Blush Heavily. "Your Blushing Hard, Y/N..~" Tito Said As A Smirk Appeared Across His Beak. You Get His Other Robotic Arm Wrapped Around You. It Was So Comforting And You Loved His Warmth.

You Hear Tito Coo A Spanish Song To You As You Guys Snuggle Close. You Never Felt So Comforting.. You Felt So.. Warm And Fuzzy With Tito. You And Tito Both Drift Off Into A Deep Sleep In Each Other's Warmth.. It Felt Like You Were In A Cocoon..

#fanfic #oneshot #reader #story #x you #female reader #fluff #willy's wonderland #willys wonderland #tito #tito turtle #love #ship #x reader #reading #flufftober #fandom #Tito Turtle X Reader

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Comfort Fic with Sundrop and Glamrock Freddy

Pairing: Sundrop x reader, Glamrock Freddy x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none!!

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Sundrop

It was just a bad day today at the daycare. With five birthday parties in one day, three of them run all by yourself. Children having accidents in the ballpit, and just overall being low-staffed today and your manager was nowhere to be seen.

After a long day, it's closing hours, finally. The janitors had just finished cleaning up the play area and you're cleaning up after a birthday party that lasted until ten minutes after closing time. It's just you and the wandering daycare animatronic.

You sigh as you hear the last daytime employee bid their goodbye to the building, the lights going out with a loud, echoing "click!" behind them. The only lights on in the building being the ambiance lighting and the daycare. As you exit the party room, you barely register the lanky body climbing up the safety netting of the play scape. Nor the way it jumps down and fall into step beside you quietly until a “Rough day?” scratches itself from its audio box that sits deep in the animatronics test.

“Sounds like the kids roughed you up a bit today?” You dodge the animatronics question with a vague one of your own.

A laugh from the animatronics glitches, “Just a bit.”

“I’ll leave a note to the night crew for you,” You tell him.

You go to tidy up the huge play scape but the yellow animatronic stops you with a hand on your shoulder and his body shuffled in front of you.

“All taken care of, y/n,” He waves your look off. “No need to worry about it.”

“Oh..,” You pause. “Well thank you, Sundrop. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Afternoon?” Sundrop groans, falling into step beside you again as you make your way to the entrance to the daycare. “But that’s so far away.”

“But with all those kids, time will just fly by,” You tell the sunny animatronic.

“I guess.”

“Goodnight, Sundrop,” You tell him, leaving the room.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

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Glamrock Freddy

Being the main four’s personal maintenance person was hard work. Fixing up Monty after one of his outbursts. Clearing out Chica’s mouth compartment. And finally, fixing up Roxanne’s hair after a rather rough day. But Freddy may have been the one to need more maintenance since then the rest.

Being popular with the children meant being a personal jungle gym for some rather touchy kids. Which means, for you, cleaning off sticky residue, candy, gum, spit, and other human fluids on a nightly basis. Like now.

Down in the maintenance room with a damp rag, you clean off the last of his body. Scrubbing hard a rather difficult spot on Freddy’s upper chest. You can feel is illuminated eyes on you, but you shake the feeling off when you step back to eye his mechanical body to make sure you didn't miss any spots.

Deemed clean, you wipe some stray hairs from your face and go to rinse out the rag you were using. You hear Freddy's joint whir and click as he moves from the spot you had him in. When you turn around he's right there, ears wiggling.

"Thank you for cleaning me up after those kids today," Freddy says, toying with his claws. "There seemed to be a lot more than usual today."

"You're welcome Freddy," You pat the bear on his arm.

"Here you go," Freddy hands you something that you hadn't previously noticed him holding. "For being so super today!"

He holds out a small, circular, red sucker. You take it from him and put it in your back pocket for later.

"Thank you," You smile up at him. "Now let's get your back to your room."

You lead the bear back up to the ground floor and he follows obediently.

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