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lilttlefloffu · 3 days ago

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December!

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf #security breach #fnaf sun #sun/moon fnaf #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #daycare attendent #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's security breach

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localcryingb · 1 day ago

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Uahdhs the silly. YES I absolutely love the improvement, the colors clash together so well. Gosh and the dynamic pose with the gun??? Drooling. /pos

is this improvement at all

(and is there anything i can improve on currently?)

first image- september / second image- december

#redraw #dca #fanart #eclipse fnaf #eclipse #sun and moon show #five nights at freddy's security breach

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thehomophobe · 2 days ago

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Making Out 😏

🐻 Freddy: It was late. The Pizzaplex had already closed, meaning you had to stay the night again. Totally worth it, you thought, 'cause this is the only time you get to stay with Freddy. With being the main man of the Mall, Freddy gets no time for you at all. From shows to playing Fazerblast with the kids to meet-and-greets; you could never be a kids' mascot. Nor a pop star.

The couch creaked underneath the weight of his synthetic muscle mass and your body. You sit on his lap, your thighs straddling his waist comfortably. Grinding your hips with his as you trail kisses and love bites from his lips to jaw down his neck.

"Mmm~...superstar..." He moaned. You knew just where to bite and lick, massaging the reddening splotches with your lips while your hands roamed down his chest and up again. The feel of his muscles tensing under his tight jumpsuit had your own legs going weak. You kissed him yet again, a moan muffled by lips. He's so sweet, so warm, so loving and caring. No wonder he's the star, he attracts all the attention.

🐔 Chica: A real cutie that's for sure. A smile with a wink and a giggle just emits her playful energy so well with laconic gestures. Energetic, bubbly, quirky Chica was all you thought as you shook your head mirthfully when she squawked about something random that just popped into her head.

So when she pressed up against you in a dark of the kitchen, you sweated. It was cute at first. She’d pepper sweet, chaste little kisses on your cheeks and nose before finally pressing her lips to yours. Everything in the beginning was slow, warm, and pure to a nauseating degree. Over time, however, that changed. She became rough, swallowing your plush lips as she gripped your shirt, almost ripping it.

Mind you, you're 5'6.

She's 5'9.

For her to tower over you by three inches made you feel suppressed. And it didn't help that her endoskeleton, along with pounds of synthetic flesh, pressed over your body. You moaned, helplessly; she tastes like savory pepperoni with a hint of sweet fizzy-faz. Limited edition peach flavor, you're favorite. It's like she planned this to happen: You, pinned against the cold fridge door cooling whatever mystery meat was inside, moaning and needy. She, relishing all of it, cradling your waist and gripping the shirt collar as she bites and nips your lips until blood leaks so she can lick it. No wonder she went on that rant saying she'd wished to know what you taste like.

Pure sugar and empty calories, like a true guilty pleasure.

🐊 Monty: Wet and sloppy. He loved nothing more than to make a right mess out of you both when you’d find the time to sneak away and see each other. Conflicting schedules and the fact that it wasn’t exactly good for either of you to be seen together in public made meeting up almost impossible if it wasn’t in the dead of night. But when you did finally slip away from your duties, it was a guarantee that both of your pent-up frustrations would be let out all at once.

He would slam you, holding you up by your ass and thighs as he kissed you. Your arms would either be tangled in fake greeny or holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Teeth clashing and spit dribbling from the corners of your lips, it was anything but kid-friendly. Your exposed hips were littered with scratches and blossoming bruises from where he dug his nails into your skin, dragging him closer to hear you whine into each desperate kiss. In response, you grip his hair, pulling it to make him feel the same pleasurable pain you do. Good to know he's got a hair-pulling kink.

“Don’t stop,” you panted. “We don’t have much longer.”

Monty groaned as he ground his hips against yours, his lips brushing down your cheek and leaving a wet trail of kisses across your jaw to your ear. “Don’t need to tell me twice, cher.” He licks your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. You've got about what, ten minutes until the next show? A lot could happen in ten minutes doll.

🐺 Roxy: You are nothing. Nothing to Roxy. How the fuck did she tolerate you for so long?

These thoughts swirled into her head as she tried so desperately to cling to you while she held you close. She wanted to despise you. To push you away. If she could, she’d go back in time and tell herself to never give you the chance to worm your way into her heart. And yet here she is, on top of a flesh bag full of bones, blood, and blasé benefits.

How could anyone love you? How could she love you?Despite showing you everything, even the darkest corners of herself, you come back. And you never plan on leaving.

She kissed you roughly, biting you in the neck and jaw, then soothing them with her lips. She would play with your boobs, but her hands are currently occupied. Someone's gotta keep those grubby hands in check while she maims you. The small whimper you gave when her hold on you tightened was swallowed by her onslaught. She was trying to drown her thoughts of you so she could be free of them. And at the same time, she craved more from you. To listen to your litany of whines, gasps, and moans she drew from you until your throat went raw. Glory, power, control whatever it's called. She needed to get her frustration out.

What better person than you?

☀ Sun: “We-We can’t do this here,” he whimpered. You chuckled at his worried form; you know he wants this, he's been craving this for a while now. A smirk grew on your lips, that mischievous glint in your eyes meant you were up to no good, and he was your prime target. Hands strangled the bells on his cuffs to muffle their jingles. Sun's back was pressed against the Lincoln log doors as his legs were pinned under you.

"There's no one here Sunny. The kids won't come back until tomorrow." You purred.

"But--" You shut him up. Sun's eyes were wide as red exclamation points blinked on them. Distress then turned into bliss as he melted into the kiss. The exclamations shifted into pink hearts. Steam whistled from his ears and a blush crawled on his cheeks. His chest ran hot, the fan churned trying to keep up with the rising heat. You pulled away for breath, smiling at the poor man as you leaned forward. Eyes glazed over and lidded, an intoxicated smile, he looked shit-faced, positively divine. He giggled drunkenly, idolizing the pretty lady above him.

“Let’s see how long I can kiss you before you either combust, or we’re found.” You purred. Sun groaned into your next kiss. Porcelain clashed with calcium like two toy teacups. You pampered him, taking your time to show how much love you had for him.

🌑 Moon: Swimming and slithering in sheets and blankets, you gently hold his waist as you leave kisses over his face. Bright red eyes glowed in the dim light of the tent, peeking through his thick, dark lashes that fluttered with every impatient nip you took at his sensitive skin. It was cute how you continued to press closer, practically laying against his chest. Feeling the cooling fans run underneath the hardworking mechanisms of his body.

Oh how mighty and brazen he was when he carried you from the desk into the tent after urging you for a cuddle session after you denied him multiple times. Look at him, he's all hot and bothered by your usurper, pecking his nose randomly, then his cheeks, then his lips and finally pushing him to the padded floor to continue your attack. His eyes were still a deep red but soon grew little hearts beating with love.

“You’re beautiful…” You whispered, breaking Moon from his lustful haze. That fuzzy feeling spread all through his chest with your words. Beautiful, that's the last thing anyone would call him.

“I...think you’re far more beautiful, Star.” He gently pushes a strand of hair away from your face. You smile softly, sealing your love with another deep kiss as the nightlights flicker with merriment.