Just imagine having headcannons over an animatronic? Well, I don't have to imagine, so here's some Sundrop headcannons!
SFW 😇
☀️ He will give you all the hugs and kisses you want!
☀️ He loves seeing you play with kids!
☀️ Loves you unconditionally!
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Just imagine having headcannons over an animatronic? Well, I don't have to imagine, so here's some Sundrop headcannons!
SFW 😇
☀️ He will give you all the hugs and kisses you want!
☀️ He loves seeing you play with kids!
☀️ Loves you unconditionally!
My Pet Caretaker [FNAF smut: Android!SoftDom!Sun x Fem!Sub!Reader]
[Inspired by @fatgumsupremacy 's FNAF drawings and headcanons]
(Above art by @fatgumsupremacy)
Goodies: Dom/Sub, masturbation (m & f), sex toys, collar, daddy kink, praise kink, size difference, size kink (big dick), oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, fluff, cum swallowing, slight biting and licking, cum addiction, voyeurism, cursing, LOTS of pet names [if I think of any more, I'll edit this list]
Author's notes: Okay, so I saw some art done by my bestie, Festen. It then inspired me to make my own art based on it (I'll provide a reddit link to them at the end). Then after that, I decided to write a little fic attached to it. So here is that fic. Enjoy!
Now Playing (what music helped me write this): Pogo - Forget, Shivaree - Goodnight Moon (slowed and reverb), Gorillaz - She's My Collar (slowed and reverb) [the edit I uploaded on my personal blog], Gimme More x The Way I Are x Sexyback mashup, Havana x Gimme More mashup, KIRA - Piece of Art, And One - Traumfrau
Taglist: @fatgumsupremacy @omniuravity
Blake: S-Sun…you can be r-rougher~
Sun: Yeah, but what if someone hears us?
Blake: Oh c’mon. My parents are dead asleep! No one will hear even if you bang the headboard against the wall!
Ilia, from the other side of the wall, her hand a blur between her thighs: Mph…f-fuck…Blake’s moans sound so hot…
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19. … to yours having a wet dream and calling my muse’s name during it
It wasn’t unusual for Katie to visit the Slytherin dorms, she often found herself lazing in there, whether the tiny Gryffindor was there to visit Evangeline, or to visit either Dylan or Vesper (both of whom had made it quite clear that they wanted an easy going Friends-With-Benefits that Katie oh so easily obliged to). Honestly Katie spent as much time in the Slytherin common room as she did in Gryffindor, due to the lack of warm welcoming Katie’s green-and-silver wearing friends got in the Tower. Years of badblood between those who followed the principles of Godric and Salazar had left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. Except for Katie.
Which was why knowing the latest password to Slytherin wasn’t odd and she was heralded with hello’s and calls of her name when she entered, overly bright in an eyesore of an orange sweater and a far too broad grin. She waved at everyone and wound her way into the Slytherin Girl’s dorms. She’d received an owl for Evangeline asking for them to meet today to help her pick an outfit for an upcoming date. The Gryffindor however caught her name and she turned around, expecting to see someone there, but frowing she found nothing and kept walking.
There.
Again her name in that breathy tone.
Katie sped up her pace and looked around for the echo until she found a slightly ajar door. pushing on it lightly she saw her. Dark hair spilling over green satin sheets, light clothing that was inching up dark skin and Katie felt a heat pooling in her stomach at the sound of her name coming from parted pink lips like a prayer.
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1. …to yours grinding on my muse.
AU | Kat and Lox are Slytherin and they just won the house cup and holy fuck was that a lot of firewhiskey.
Katie knew that this was a bad idea, she and Lox didn’t quite get on as good as she did with their other housemates. Sure they could play nice, but there was always a deep untrust between them, though it seemed alcohol had loosened this, her hips swaying against his, neck bared as he laved his mouth over her throat and nipping into leaving dark marks, no doubt Evangline would have to charm them fof tomorrow morning.
Kat was a tease however, she could feel the much taller boy hardening behind her and she pulled away, a grin on her pert face, high tailing it back into the crowd for another shot with the girls. However there was a prescene at her back, and she felt an arm wrap around her stomach and tug her against a molded chest, she moaned at the feeling and her eyes drifted up to see the lustful eyes, the scowl and the growl. Katie whined from her throat as Loxley pulled her down the into the depths of the boys dorms, her hands wandering down her thighs, stopping to pull her ass so he could buck into the curve of her cheeks. Katie whimpered and let him manhandle her right over to the bed where he pushed her towards it, she caught her hands on the high matress and Loxley hovered over her, arms caged her to the bed, chest against hers, and a leaning down.
“Do you know I hate most Thorne?”
“What?”
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22. … to yours trying to play footsie with mine during a meeting
Katie & Meg the Reporters Or the Daily Prophet : Muggle Edition AU
Katie didn’t realize at all before hand how much playfullness Meg would bring to the bedroom, really she ought to have known that such a sweetheart was no doubt a little minx in bed with soft curves and giggles and generally their sex-life was sweet, gentle even. A far cry from her last relationship where Katie was often tied to bed the brought to orgasms with tears in her eyes and wax drying on her nipples, not that it wasn’t a lovely sex life as well, this was simply a different speed and she loved it.
They met working for a magazine, their mutual friend Olivia introduced them as she was a cartoonist and while Katie did scathing Political Editorial and Financial pieces as she was the only writer with a deft head for numbers and the scummy underbelly of the beast known of policy and law. Meg was an Advice Columnist and occasionally did Opinion with a sweet dryness that had her readers enthralled each week. She had rave reviews and though Katie had seen her around the office she never managed to spring up a conversation with the ethereal dark haired girl. So it was a party, and Olivia with a slight grin had them meet after dragging Katie away from her fellow Political and Fashion reporter Evangeline (her best-friend since university and quite possibly one of the dually most toxic and healthy relationships Katie had).
They had hit it off with a marvelous bang, leading to a sweet romance of Katie leaving flowers on Meg’s desk and cute little lunches that she had a knack of making (a university girl could only survive on take-away for so long before she had to learn to cook, Evangeline’s swearing to bomb the oven made he the only logical choice). It’d been months of sweet dates and chaste kisses, a far cry from being taken from behind in a library and left edgy by her last musician girlfriend (she ought to give Vesper a call soon). Then they entered the bedroom, and after a few session of getting to know each other, Katie and Meg found themselves in a sweet rhythm, and it was wonderful.
Which was why she though it was Evangeline fucking with her when she felt the edge of a heel rubbing up the back of her leather-clad calf, the bitch was always trying to fuck with her. But it wasn’t a stiletto heel, that much she could tell and Katie shivered and found Meg, sitting across from her with a high blush on her pretty cheeks. The reporter grinned and then bit her lip at the feeling of the heel nudging her knee, and she knew Meg had found that quiet little spot that made her wet and wanting within second, the tip of her pointed shoe nudging that spot and Katie knew she was flushed. The other brunette looked far too pleased with herself ass he dragged down against the leather, her skin growing hot and slick under the tight material. Katie bit her lip when she felt a nylon clad toe inch under the cuff of her pants, swirling around her ankle, tickling gently and leaving scratchy lines and patterns that made her shudder in her seat.
“Thorne!” Katie snapped back to attention, meeting the eyes of her editor, McGonogall and flushed.
“Sorry Minerva what was that, I didn’t quite catch it.”
The older woman heaved a sigh.
“I need you to get me your next financial piece on the double, the stocks in are gong all types of topsy-turvy and I need you to dumb it down for the general public. God knows that most of these buffoons have trouble understanding how money works let along reading about it, but they ought to be able to come to some grip with the reality of the economy.” The older woman snapped, annoyance lacing her older features.
“Of course ma’am, I’ll make it so easy an owl can read it and invest.” Katie smiled but shivered as the foot dragged over her lower thigh, having climbed during Minera’s rant, leaving swirls and her calf twitching due to lack of pressure. Her thigh was clenching and her stomach twisting as Minerva bowled over Frank over his latest sports piece while his fiance Tuesday an entertainment writer cackled in the background. Katie gasped lowly, as Meg pressed her toe into the juncture of her legs, rubbing up and down a poorly concealed clit that was straining for more pressure. Merlin the table was narrow and Meg’s legs were fucking long. Goddamn, Katie closed her eyes, trying to even out her breathing when suddenly Meg’s foot dropped and she spoke to the elderly editor with rapt attention to her needs. Katie frowned and inched her boot off, and tangled her foot with Meg’s unshoed one. Dragging up and down until they were bumping and tapping under the table, leaving tiny whaps against ankles leaving shivers and a toenail under the heel for a sharp gasp or sigh.
The meeting adjourned with Katie flushed and Meg nearly spurting after Katie slipped her foot right between her thighs and rubbed against her heated cunt. Meg gathered her stuff and left with Olivia, speaking animatedly as if nothing happened, just as she turned to leave she noticed Evangeline airily walking towards her, and dropping her missing sock on her head.
“Next time be more sly tiger.” the blonde tapped her cheek and left and Katie scowled, and pulled the sock off her head, “This isn’t mine!”
Wait.
Who’s was it?”
Katie stared at the argyle patterned clothing piece and dropped it to the floor in horror.
Who else was doing this?