Chapters: 2/4
Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader, Moon & Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)
Characters: Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Eclipse (Five Nights at Freddy's)
Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Canon Universe, Not Canon Compliant with Game DLC: Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach: Ruin (2023), Moon is Infected by the Glitchtrap Virus | Vanny Virus, Post-Glitchtrap Virus | Vanny Virus, Pre-Glitchtrap Virus | Vanny Virus, Suicidal Thoughts, Original Character Death(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Violent Thoughts, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Falling In Love, And death because he will stay you will die, because he will look for you, till the end of time, Love him again okay?, let yourself be found in this life and the next, Non-Sexual Intimacy
Summary:
Moon remembers everything, he does not forget.
Being brought to consciousness. Being with Sun and taking care of children. Judgements towards him. His first friend beside Sun who called him his ‘son’. Used to, at least.
Moon remembers the blood that coats his hands. The feeling of grinding gears inside his head.
Sun's pleading. The screams of children and adults.
Thoughts of wanting to die and protect Sun.
Being saved and given a second chance at ‘living’.
Moon may not have a choice in remembering all the pain he was forced to endure.
But remembering you? It will always be his choice.
He will remember you till the stars die and colours turn grey over time.
And maybe, in another lifetime he will find you again.The two of you would live through it all again. Raise a kid together who would run around the house calling out your names. Where he would be able to grow old together, with the only person he's loved this way. Where he would get to say he loved you just as much, if not more than the way you loved him. Where he can sit at the rooftop and gaze at you like you hung all the stars in the sky for his sake.
“Then remember me, moonlight.”
Till the end of his time.
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simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.
“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.
“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”
there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.
“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”
“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”
simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.
your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.
he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.
“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”
“swear,” simon murmurs.
like a goddamn liar.
he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.
he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.
“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”
he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.
then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.
he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”
he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.
“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”
simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.
he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”
simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”
something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.
he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.
“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”
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Official front cover art for my DCA fanfic in ao3 Tell Me You Want Me is finally done. (It took me longer to actually post this than make it. Haven't sat down with art since I finished school so yk.)
I'm not a jeweller, if you find the ring weird and ugly, I'll lyk it was supposed to be. Yes, fanfic y/n finds it intriguing, there are reasons why. It'd come to light with more updates.
I used pencils and pens so the blending may not be perfect but imagine a good ombre effect.
If you squint, you'll find y/n written in the papers on the space. Yep. Corner. The edit kinda makes it hard to see.
I'll be updating chapter five soon, just give me time to be satisfied with how I introduced two more characters. Might even have a surprise on top of this one, ynk.
(Small ref for spoiler)
Moon :- Oh it's not a threat, it's a promise. Big and red.
Matpat :- MUUUSSIIIICCCC MAAAAANNN!
Yep, see you soon. I hope y'all like the colour red because the next chapter will definitely set the story better with the tags I added. Dead dove : Do not eat. Read tags well.
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!! smut - minors dni; this is fuckin nastyy so look away or smthn; breeding kink :’3
mmm but simon not realizing he has breeding kink until someone brings it up
they’re out in a bar, chatting quietly even amidst the sheer volume of the weekend crowd, before johnny snorts and bumps his shoulders to simon’s in a teasing manner.
“especially LT,” johnny says, scottish accent even thicker now that he’s intoxicated. “he probably can’t wait to see his bonnie lass swollen with his kids. would probably retire jus’ for the very reason of makin’ her a momma.”
john snorts at johnny’s slurred words while kyle chokes on his drink, coughing quietly, almost politely, until john takes pity on the kid and smacks his back with measured thumps. johnny laughs, loud guffaws blending well with the buzz in the bar, but it’s not like simon noticed.
how could he focus when his mind’s feeding him images of the way you’d look heavy with a babe? or how he’d make it so that you are?
the way he’d fuck you until it takes; your pussy leaking and gaping and full of his cum. the way he’d keep you on his bed for hours, make a routine out of it until he’s repeating it for many days because he wouldn’t risk the chances. then, he can’t stop thinking about the way your body would change, building fat to cushion your belly, your sharp edges turning into soft and pudgy corners. the way you’d be so sensitive, so dependent on him.
fuck.
simon gets yanked back into the reality when he hears john chuckle, low rumbles of disbelief spilling from the puffs of his laughter. simon’s eyes flick up towards his captain and all john does is give him a pointed stare, his eyes crinkled in a surprised delight, before the older man tips his drink into his lips and finishes his bourbon.
simon’s fist closes around his glass of whiskey, and he tries his best to ignore the growing tightness of his jeans.
he can’t wait to file for a vacation leave.
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