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it fade into the ear before drifting back out, a soft tune of comfort and delight to many — he still doesn’t know who originally made it, only that it appeared randomly one day as a tape on the top of his desk with an odd label of old bloody runes he couldn’t begin to translate.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

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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:

If anyone commissions me for any kind of DCA content, you will get 15% off of any commission price I would normally quote for you!
This applies to Sun/Moon/Eclipse content as well as any AU or original character content — I normally shy away from writing other people’s OCs, but this fandom has been a huge inspiration to my creative content and I would love to offer that option to people — OCs and self-inserts are a very important aspect to what makes this fandom so special for me!

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!

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I have “can’t get my dick in deep enough” disease which is when I’m topping I kinda go feral and claw and bite and grab them and yank them down onto my dick and pin them down by their neck and growl in their ear and~

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Desperate and Needy

You’ve been stressed lately, and Moon knows just how to help.

CWs: Slight objectification, Reader being referred to as a ‘toy’, bondage, Dom!Moon, mild panic attack that is quickly comforted

It feels like it’s been hours, each minute dragging like a painful, slow claw dragging across your bare skin. There’s not much you can do about it anyway — and that is precisely the point.

You had asked for this, in a form. Asked to be tied up and used, played with like a toy with absolutely no way to control the situation outside of safewording or calling for a break so that your brain doesn’t melt all over the floor like ice cream on a blistering summer’s day.

In reality, it’s probably been only half an hour since everything started — maybe forty-five minutes since your wrists and ankles had been bound to the bed posts, but that’s only because Moon had taken his time to make sure the velcro straps had been secure but not too tight. The fact that he so often tended to worry about that was and is deeply endearing, but you just want to be fucked.

And here you thought Moon would be the best one to ask — how wrong you were, forgetting that Moon could be the biggest tease in the whole fucking world over when being teased and tortured and edged is the last thing you want. Or… do you? Giving up control to someone else was the purpose of the request, so…

“Starlight,” a voice whispers beside your ear, shocking you clean out of your thoughts so roughly that it makes your entire body jolt. You know that Moon isn’t on the bed at all, there’s no way he could have hidden the way his bodyweight would dip the mattress considerably. No, he’s leaning over it, tall enough that he can lean forward and hover his faceplate beside your head without so much as brushing a touch across your bare skin.

You say nothing, but the tilt of your head ever so slightly towards his voice — the blindfold across your eyes hid everything from your vision save for a slim line over your nose — must indicate your focus well enough for him to speak again.

Thinking too much again…” he murmurs, low and rough in a way that communicates just how horny he also is. (Then why isn’t he between your thighs and sliding his dick inside you??) “Naughty little thing… Disobeying such siiimple rules already. Sssweet little fucktoys don’t think, hmmmmm?”

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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

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haha get it? because moon feels like theyre being tortured, like on a medieval rack. and R.A.C.K is risk-aware consensual kink. it's a pun. im very funny. laugh
technician: i have given moon the ability to feel physical arousal everyone else: you fucked up a perfectly good robot is what you did. look at him. they've got sex anxiety
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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.

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Because of the brain rot, I’m thinking of moon seeing me in my moon and star patterned bra that I’ve had forever and him telling me how much he likes it.

You’re not thinking all that much about it when you slip your shirt up and over your shoulders. It’s just part of the process of undressing, a muscle memory you don’t think twice about unless you’re in a hurry and trying desperately to get multiple layers off at the same time — often with the failing results bruising both your ass and ego.

So really, it’s not like you’re trying to show anything off when Moon decides to glance over from where he’s been sitting on the couch, idly flipping through TikTok videos on your phone. You are just getting into pajamas. He’s seen you change before, seen you naked several times already — this shouldn’t be anything new.

“Heh. You should see this one,” he says, giggle permeating his words as he taps on the screen. “It’s got that fluffy cat you like and… it uh… looks…”

Moon’s words and voice trail off into silence. The lack of words catch your attention, and you turn to look at him.

“Yeah? What about the cat?” you step over towards the couch, momentarily forgetting your clothes in favor of seeing what Moon was referring to on the phone screen. He’s not looking at you — or at least not your eyes, and offers no answer.

You glance down to follow his sudden point of interest.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen my tits before,” you say, giggling. You push your chest out, attempting to look seductive in the same way those fashion models try to do. “Like what you see, Moonie?”

For a moment more he says nothing, gaze locked upon your chest as if he’s trying to calculate the answer to the universe and life itself. Then, all too casually, he reaches out and strokes his long fingers across the front of your bra. He’s tracing shapes idly against the fabric over one breast, and you look down again to realize that oh. Oh.

“This one looks good on you,” he chuckles, the sound in that low, raspy octave that he uses when the two of you are twisted up in the bedsheets together. “Very good. When did you get it?”

The bra you’re wearing isn’t new, but it isn’t old either — you hadn’t given it too much thought until now, watching his sharp touch trace the little golden star and crescent moon shapes amidst a dark navy background.

“I’ve uh,” you’re a bit distracted by the feeling of Moon’s touch caressing you through the fabric, dulled by the thick pads in each cup but noticeable all the same. “I’ve had this one for a while. Don’t wear it a lot since you can see it through most of my shirts…”

“Hm,” Moon hums, as if barely registering your answer. His tracing brings him closer and closer to the center of the bra where the clasp lay, one of the reasons you had bought this bra in the first place despite it’s aggravating price tag.

“You like it?”

The words come out between your giggling, though it doesn’t hide the heat slowly building up across your cheeks. Moon hums again, then his eyes finally flick up to meet yours, little dots of focus that seem far too heavy for the casualness of his touch. It’s almost… dangerous, the air still as if right before the sudden pounce of a predator.

“You could say I’m quite fond of it.” He says with a wide, sharp grin. “It looks good on you. Almost like… you’re mine.”

You giggle again, almost embarrassed, but he pulls his hand back to continue scrolling on your phone, the moment and conversation before it seemingly forgotten. After a moment you turn to go collect your pajamas, but he reaches out and quickly wraps his fingers around your wrist; hard enough to hold you, but not hard enough to bruise.

“Don’t bother putting clothes on,” the bot finally says, eyes casually flipping from one video after another, then seems to grow bored of the idle noise. He tosses your phone across the couch so that it gently lands on a pillow.

He turns his face towards you, catching your eyes with his own. Those pinpricks of light have glitched into little hearts, red glow so strong that you wonder if it’s going to fry something in his optics. Moon grins, still holding your wrists as his upper body twists around and he starts almost crawling over the back of your couch.

“I don’t think you’ll need them for another few hours.”

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I want you guys to know that I am absolutely not kidding, this AU has cursed my brain worms and now it's all I can think about

And don't worry..... the DCA boys are most absolutely included in this horny chaos

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When I first fell for Sun and Moon, like many I too feared the dreaded Side View™️ alongside Biblically Accurate DCA, but I have grown as a person and now I just find their flat faces adorable and endearing as hell

Like come over here and let me kiss your dinner plate of a face you weirdos there’s practically built-in handles to grab and I’m gonna make extended use of them

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me @ dca in 'canon' outfits: ah my good boys, love them, adorable little jesters

me @ dca when someone puts them in like, normal clothes: Oh my god i need to fuck them right now, sexiest thing i've ever seen boy howdy Sunny please let me seduce you out of those tight jeans and that loose shirt you slu-

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Hello fellow DCA enjoyers! I've started up a discord server focused around our favorite astrologically-themed animatronic/s, specifically geared towards adults (anyone over the age of 18) who are interested in joining a chill adult-only community. This is not a replacement for the other awesome servers out there already, but I simply noticed a lack of communities that allowed people to be, as the kids say, horny on main, so I decided to make one!

The server features a multitude of channels to allow for a wide range of discussions, and an entire NSFW section so that you too can share your freaknasty ideas, headcanons, fics and art with others!

We also support roleplaying if that's something you're also looking for, but everything is organized so even if you're not looking for NSFW content, it's a welcome community for everyone!

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