Welcome to Night Vale, but Moon and Sun are Cecil and Kevin (respectively) and the reader (and the reader’s possible double) are their assistant.

(This is Moon’s lil intro ficlet ;3c)

The night is dark and comforting outside the studio, a cool breeze slipping past the softly-shifting trees and what few souls are out so late into the evening — not counting the Sheriff’s Secret Police, of course, though everyone already assumed a couple of them were half-hiding behind the Wendy’s. It was Friday, after all, and not even shifty government agents could resist a good burger when it was discounted so well.

But Moon can’t properly enjoy any of that at the moment. No, he has a job to do. It’s a job that he very much loves, even if it often takes away from his ability to see the town at its most…. Peaceful.

There is a gentle *click* in the recording booth as a light flicks on, bright red letters piercing through a dim room on the other side of a thick glass sheet, looking over to the automaton sitting in front of a boom microphone.

“Sticks and stones may brake your bones,” a soft, almost musical voice fills the airwaves of a sleepy, unnerving town. “But an axe would be more effective. Perhaps even a mace, heh. Welcome, listeners, to Night Vale’s evening radio broadcast.”

Moon hums softly as he reaches a hand out to tap at the button with the intro recording, letting it fade into the ear before drifting back out, a soft tune of comfort and delight to many — he still doesn’t know who originally made it, only that it appeared randomly one day as a tape on the top of his desk with an odd label of old bloody runes he couldn’t begin to translate.

Oh well, that’s how he usually got some of the music for his show anyway— at least this one didn’t come with an unfortunate side-effect of giving all who listened to it an unfathomable craving for cream-of-wheat for no apparent reason.

“We start our program off with an announcement, listeners,” Moon shuffled the papers in his hand, humming to himself as he glances over the words he’d long-since already memorized when he walked into the studio to start his shift. “City Counsel has declared the month of July to be recognized not only as Disability Pride Month, but also as the Wrath Month — this is to follow Pride Month from June, of course, and if approved the following months will recognize each cardinal sin as follows: Sloth, Envy, Politician, Lust, and finally Gluttony.”

Moon clears his throat, then continues: “City Counsel also declared that all violent crimes unable to be caught by the Sheriff’s Secret Police for the month of July will not be illegal. You got a rival? An enemy? Make sure to take out all that wrath before August 1st!”

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In which you let Moon fuck you while you’re asleep and he’s a desperate, poetic freak about it (/affectionate)

CWs: Somnophilia, Anal sex, Trans Male Reader w/ AFAB language for genitals, Moon is a Kinky Freak (and we love him for it), Consentual non-consent mention (you wear wristbands to denote if they’re allowed to fuck you freely)

Moon doesn’t even need to check to see if you’re already asleep — your vitals hum softly in the back of his processes, a soft reminder of how peaceful you could seem when the stresses of waking life aren’t tugging you in all directions. Heartbeat soft, breathing softer, fingers and toes twitching in a delightful visage of deep slumber…

Beautiful. Handsome. Wonderful.

Ravishing.

The bot is almost frustrated with how much he wants you at every single moment of every single hour of every.

Single.

Day. Everything from a soft giggle to a pained sniffle to a bemused sigh at Sun’s most absurd and idiotic jokes. The word ‘want’ doesn’t even begin to describe it, the heat and hunger all but boiling inside of his chest every time he so much as glances in your direction.

He wants you.

He needs you.

To feel you tight around him, squirming and keening with pleasure as he mounts your body like a feral animal panting and overheated with desire. He wants to bite down at the nape of your neck and force you down into the bed with your ass up and pressing back into his hips, hands gripping so tight that his fingers leave beautiful blossoms of color over your skin.

Moon doesn’t bother to hide his footsteps, confident and comfortable in how tight your dreams have ensnared you — made only deeper by the relaxing flavor of a moondrop humming through your system. He has never once lied about their effectiveness, and you never lied about enjoying how quickly they could knock you flat on your ass when the need arose to fall into a fast and deep sleep.

Moon knows it would take a lot to rouse you entirely from such a peaceful slumber. That knowledge is actually the most delicious part, the core of sweet melatonin hidden within a sour shell of blue raspberry and lavender that never fails to leave your tongue stained a deep, artificial cerulean for a day or two — long enough to taunt him with dirty thoughts every time you opened your mouth. Moon doesn’t even need to check to see if you’re already asleep — your vitals hum softly in the back of his processes, a soft reminder of how peaceful you could seem when the stresses of waking life aren’t tugging you in all directions. Heartbeat soft, breathing softer, fingers and toes twitching in a delightful visage of deep slumber…

Still, that blissful candy in your system means he can be a little rough with his hands and teeth and tongue and cock.

Aching for you, already straining behind the tight constraint of the chastity plate so much that it almost hurts not to do anything about it. Moon could have easily taken the issue into his own hands — and quite literally so — but his own hands could never compare to the tight, velvety warmth of your body. And why would he settle to the grip of his own fingertips when you were so cute and soft and precious and vulnerable just a room or so away?

No, Moon wanted you. Needed you.

He hovered next to the bed for a few moments, silently looming over your vulnerable, peaceful sleeping form as he pondered exactly on what he wanted to do first. Use your mouth? Mark up your body? Grab that plush ass? Moon doesn’t even need to check to see if you’re already asleep — your vitals hum softly in the back of his processes, a soft reminder of how peaceful you could seem when the stresses of waking life aren’t tugging you in all directions. Heartbeat soft, breathing softer, fingers and toes twitching in a delightful visage of deep slumber…

So many options and (thanks to that delicious moondrop candy) plenty of time for the voracious bot to enjoy each and every one of them. It’s not that he hasn’t left your sleeping form oh-so-lovingly debauched before, marked and messied long before the effects of the candy had worn off, but he just…. It’s just so exciting to have you like this. All his. Vulnerable. Trusting.

Moon still feels tight and wound up whenever he recalls the moment you had given him the beautiful, sugar-sweet permission to have his way with you whenever he wanted.

Well. Within reason, of course. Only when the details were just right—

Moon’s eyes squint with delight as he catches sight of a colorful band around one of your wrists. It’s a deep blue, speckled with glow-in-the-dark stars and a messily painted on ‘MOON’ around the width of the band itself that glowed with equal intensity beneath the hauntingly red glow of his eyes. There’s a second wrist band on your other wrist, similar in theme save for the fact that it is a gaudy orange with little sun shapes decorating the band and a similarly hand-painted ‘SUN’ across the body.

Naughty little thing.

Dirty, filthy, delicious, tantalizing, sexy little thing— you’re wearing both of their wristbands so brazenly, he can only imagine all the naughty little thoughts that were going through your head when you had decided to pull them on before going to sleep. Had you expected Moon to ache for you like he is? Did you expect him to slink into your bedroom like a nightly phantom seeking the hot, tight embrace of your body around him?

The lunar bot finds some sense of satisfaction in coming upon you first, Sun too busy with household chores and a distinct sense of internal rules he almost never strayed from — but of course that left you open, vulnerable and for Moon to enjoy aaaaall to himself.

His favorite, most handsome, most lovely little toy.

I love how somehow in the course of integrating myself into the DCA fandom I have apparently decided that not only am I a Moon Girlie(tm, Gender Neutral), but also my inner Moon muse is fucking FERAL

I’ve been slowly working on a ficlet for an ask and I think at this point it’s gone completely off the rails

‘Somno moon pls’ has quickly become ‘here have this robot’s nonstop stream of about how FERAL he is for you and your sleeping body’

Have a wip snippet below but its too horny and gotta toss it below a readmore sdfasdfasklj

I’m not going to say I have a preference when it comes to the Boys(tm) but I will say I would let Moon use and rail me into next Sunday without a moment of hesitation if he needed the stress relief

You have a hard time with asking for things, and Moon decides to take that burden off of you.

Masc/AMAB!Reader, written for a friend <3

CW: Gentle consent play, Moon being a Menace(tm)

It was one thing to be stuck in the Pizzaplex by way of a missed clock-out or scheduling issue — once the doors had closed on the evening before quarterly audit, for example, there simply was no getting out of the building at all. You’d only experienced that just once, but it had been a planned team-building event with plenty of food and overtime pay.

But to be held back by nothing more than the arms of your animatronic friend, coworker, partner, lover— that was something else, a variable you could theoretically affect and change, and you certainly do not want to get in trouble for it.

“Moon,” You murmur, trying not to let him see the flush across your cheeks as you squirm uselessly in the grip of his strong, thin arms. “I need to go home, it’s not an audit night and I could get in trouble.”

Against the back of your head you can practically feel the lunar bot’s toothy smile growing wider by the moment.

“Oh? And let my little star go free after aaaaall that time I spent to catch him?” He nuzzles against the back of your head, nuzzling the flat plane of his faceplate against your hair much like a headbutting cat. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, starlet. Are you not doing *eeeeverything* in your power to go home right now?”

“Of course I am!” You argue with a huff. “But you’re holding me and not letting go—“

“And?”

You feel yourself pause, brain slowly wrapping around the bot’s carefully-chosen words as if you were trying to solve a particularly challenging, moon-themed rubix cube. You blink, furrow your brows, and try oh-so-desperately not to react when you feel something start grinding between his hips and the curve of your ass.

Why in the world would he say you’re trying your hardest to leave when HE HIMSELF is actively stopping—…. oh.

HEEELLO NEW FRIENDS~!

TLDR: I am opening some very special DCA writing commissions; See the carrd link below for more info!

To preface, I am not in any particular financial emergency — if you are not interested in my writing commissions, then you have my absolute and utter permission to ignore this post entirely.

However! If you’ve been interested in my writing and would love some custom-written SMUT (or fluff, or angst, no judgement!) then NOW is certainly the time for it, because I am trying to raise some extra cash — both to help pay for some bills, and also to further encourage/enable me to buy more merch for them.

And because of this love of both the fandom and the community itself, I’m here to sweeten the deal:

Please message me for any and all questions, or if you’re unsure on what I’m able or willing to write. This post supersedes the fandom discount and OC policy on my carrd!

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), He/Him Pronouns for Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Size Kink, BDSM, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Blow Jobs, bad consent culture, theyre virgins theyve got NO idea what theyre doing, they'll get to the sex eventually..., once they realise that enjoying bdsm does not mean they go straight to robot jail, i've never played the game!, scott cawthon is not a good person etc etc, i have robot brainworms PLEASE forgive me my transgressions

Summary:

Daycare Attendant Base/Template

So I’m in the process of designing some of my own DCA OCs, but I noticed that there doesn’t seem to be any existing bases or templates that are close(r) to their in-game proportions. So I decided to make one! While I’m not the greatest artist and there are plenty of things I’m not 100% happy with (please for the love of god ignore the spelling on ‘palettes’ I AM NOT RE-SAVING ALL THE FILES AGAIN), I think this could be a useful resource for anyone else to use!

I made two versions since I noticed that a fair number of fans liked to give them anthro paws, and while I’m not an anthro or furry artist by any means, I think it came out really good!

Rules to follow when using this resource:

Download all the file variations (PNG, JPEG, PSD and Procreate) on Google Drive

Space Alien AU

You were part of a small group of humans sent out on a mission to populate an earth-like planet. Unfortunately your ship crashed, and fortunately you survived. Only one problem: the planet is already populated.

You’re still trying to figure out if its a good thing or not that the two aliens who found you (Sun and Moon) decided to… adopt you? Like a pet??

Maybe one day you’ll get the hang of the language.

Even though you can’t understand them, the gentle tone of love and adoration seem to saturate every lilting sound that comes from their mouths. It’s like silk to the ears, smooth and soft as their fingertips caressing across your naked skin while you try to figure out what’s being said between the duo. You can pick out a few familiar sounds, but its not enough to give them actual meaning; you’re left almost trembling beneath the two aliens’ fervent attention, hearing them speak to one another in a tongue so unlike anything you’d ever hear before.

It’s soft and almost rhythmic, an unending song of noises that followed a set of rules not unlike musical notation. You tried desperately to learn the patterns for the first several months after being saved from the wreckage, but it seemed almost incompatible with the noises that your tongue was even physically capable of making. It felt so clunky from your lips, so you only learned a few solid words, and any hope of trying to salvage a proper communicator old crash site wouldn’t-

Ah, the wreckage. The reminder makes your stomach twist up a little bit; humanity’s first true reach into deep space, and it manages to crash right into the planet that was supposed to be their new safe haven.

Supposed to be.

Turns out the chosen planet was already inhabited. By aliens. Very big, sexy, intelligent aliens who seemed as much surprised by you as you were of them. They were so far beyond anything that humans had been able to achieve — so much that, when the duo you came to know as Sun and Moon found you, it felt little unlike someone finding a sad stray cat and taking them home. They treated you almost like a pet for a while, offering you little plush toys and puzzles to play with, keeping you fed and thensome, but the language barrier was frustrating to get used to.

Even still, they found ways to communicate. A sharp click to get your attention, a gentle growl to settle your nerves, or even something as simple as a hand gently stroking the top of your head so that you knew they were there. There was a word they seemed to use for you often, though whether it’s a petname or simply the new name they’d given to you as their human is hard to figure out for certain. When you tried to figure out what it meant by parroting it back to them over and over, Sun finally pulled out a little picture book and pointed at the pages decorated with images of the night sky. He pointed at the soft flecks of yellow within the sea of navy blue. Stars? Starlight?

Evidently that’s what the name meant, the one they’d given to you.

It’s the name they keep whispering now, you all but cradled in Moon’s arms while Sun hunches over to see how his digit sinks inside your aching, dripping cunt. His fingers are big for more than one right now, though you’re already growing desperate to be stretched open.

Cyberpunk 2077 AU: Circus Minimus

In which Sun and Moon are rogue AI from beyond the Black Wall that have made a name for themselves with Sun as a big-name fixer and Moon as a powerful but largely enigmatic netrunner — they’re feared and respected in equal measure, despite the fact that some people don’t even believe they exist as anything more than a ghost story shared by drunks and junkies.

The reader, an amateur netrunner desperate enough for money to not ask questions, finds themselves assigned the deadman job of stealing information from them. Luckily for them, Sun can be quite merciful when he feels like it.

“Oh, don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours,” the words drip like honey; overly sweet and acrid at the edges. They’re almost as cold as the steel ripperdoc table beneath you. “Not for a single moment, honeybee.”

You can feel fingertips tracing down the inside of your arm, following down until they reach your wrist and — with a movement too quick to catch and too firm to stop — he binds it down to the table. Instinct screams at you to jerk the limb away, but you can barely turn your arm around without thick, textured fabric digging into your skin and stopping the movement. Panic welling up in the back of your thoughts is enough of a distraction for Sun to get your other arm secured without much of a struggle. Your legs shift and kick a little, heels hitting against the table’s surface with a deep ringing thump—

Until Sun’s hand comes down onto your hip. It’s a quick-enough motion that your body expects to feel the pain of being struck, but instead it’s just the barely-there poke of the robot’s silicone-coated fingertips. Just… barely touching you, over the curve of your body.

“Don’t fight it,” he croons, and the words might have well been knives for how easily they slice through the air, dripping with danger and warning. When you remain still for a few seconds longer, Sun flicks his hand away with a casual hum. “You’re far from the first person on this table of mine, you know! Oh, plenty of others. Quite a few important faces!”

There’s a single light somewhere above your body, so bright and glaring that it’s almost giving you a headache already. It’s the only light in the room outside of the small power indicators on the various computers and modems hooked up together. An amalgamation of parts and pieces from years of scavenging and trading in the darkest parts of Night City, so carefully hooked up to one another that the wires connecting them together almost looked like an intricate spider’s web, one within which Sun is at the center. A predator. A hunter.

Controlling every.

Little.

Thing.

The golden bot hums a soft tune that takes you a few moments to identify. It’s one of the songs that had played on the radio just an hour before, when his darker counterpart had dragged your half-conscious body out of your apartment mid-dive. Even with your body recalibrating to the physical world outside of the Net, you still remember hearing that song playing on that cheap-ass radio you always kept in the bathroom; something to fill the empty air when you were on a mission, as if it did anything but calm your own over sensitive nerves.

“Just think of it this way,” Sun secures your ankle to the table with a smile far too wide across his flat, inhuman faceplate. “You were put on a mission to try and sniff out me and Moonie, which was really rude! Soooo, obviously that means…?”

You blink, taking a moment to realize that he’s waiting for a reply.

I’m going to make a masterlist for all the AUs I might write for, but in case anyone wants a taste of the kind of enabling chaos that goes on in the Superstar Daycare discord server, here’s the list of AUs I’m positively feral about:

(Longer description of each below the readmore!)