Phone Guy Fnaf Fanart Novels & Stories

He thrusted slowly, feeling every inch of him. He picked up the pace and found myself moaning his name with no restraint. Soon after, we were cuddled up under the sheets naked and I dozed off with his sweet cologne engulfing my nostrils. I opened my eyes again to the sound of voices. “Here is your phone, sir,” I heard a lady say. “Thanks. Using a burner phone can be exhausting,” I heard Arthur. Fluttering my eyes open, I stared at Arthur, who had no shirt at the door. With a glimpse, I spotted an average height lady with black long hair. “I'll take it over to charge,” the lady said, and Arthur nodded.

Timothy smiled and said. Fane’s cell-phone rang at this moment. He frowned right after looking at it. ‘Female apprentice’ appeared as the caller’s ID. Fane was speechless as he had no idea why Lana, his only female apprentice, would look for him at this moment. “Sorry, I need to take this call!” After a shy smile, Fane excused himself. “Haha, this young man is really busy!” James smiled as he looked as Fane leave. “He… He has just arrived and wants to leave for a phone call?” Timothy’s face darkened. He looked on as Fane walked toward the entrance.

They look like couple crushes, if only she's tied her head tie, she would've taken photo. "Take a picture." As if he read her mind, he gave her his phone which was iPhone eleven pro max. "Sureee." She drawled and started taking countless of those photos whilst hearing Afrah playing with an already dressed Anaan. "Send them to me, I need to go see if the makeup artist is here." She left for the door but he drew her back in his arms.

On the other side was red script writing. Angels and Demons, it read at the top with a number underneath. And just under that, it said, for all your phone sex needs. Julian rolls his eyes. Trust Kaden to leave that here. He was about to place it back down and continue his route to the bedroom when he thought to himself, why the fuck not? He was an adult. There was nothing stopping him from calling them and giving it a go. If he didn't like it, he could just hang up and pretend it never happened.

“What’s the pro…” “Oh no, no…” Philip turned his body in such a way that Jeremy wouldn’t see his screen. “It’s nothing. Just your brother being...” Philip stared at the screen of his phone. “Fuck!” He gasped. “He…he wouldn’t want you to see this.” The way he licked his lips and reached down to adjust himself gave his friends an idea of the kind of image he had on his phone. “Another sexy picture, huh?” Stan drawled as he drew a sexy girl who’d stopped at their table to give him a kiss, onto his lap. “Hey, sexy.” He murmured, making the girl giggle delightedly.

At least then, he could spend more time with Mila. After a while, Nathan's phone rang. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID. He hesitated for a few seconds before answering. Mila bit into her pastry. Her eyes fixed on Nathan, and her ears pricked up. "Hey, Fenna. What's up?" Nathan asked. Mila froze. Fenna was Nathan's close friend, an able woman who worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Her heart pounded nervously. "All right, got it." After Nathan finished speaking, he walked to the balcony and slid open the glass door.

Arian-insincere-Dé-Argent was at his phone, occasionally typing and glancing around for someone familiar. Of course! Why wouldn't he?? The Princess couldn't stop her spite. Being the natural flirt! Whenever Arian raised his head, the stupid girls increased their giggles and stolen snapshots from every angle. Wasn't it about time the school banned the use of phones during school hours? And also punish those screaming idiots with detention?? And why was she so angry?! Yet, Natalia couldn't take her silly eyes away from him! The greek god was sinfully breathtaking clad in a white buttoned up shirt which had stripes of gold across the chest region, light blue jeans and white sneakers.

“That’s just what a figment of my imagination would say!!” My phone pings in my pocket. The Merlin turns her whole body towards me as I pull it carefully out of my pocket. I flip open my phone to see a text from Arthur. I catch myself smiling as I click on his face and… My mouth drops. An impossible picture is taking up my entire screen. Arthur is on the ground, his eyes closed as…that, that girl is riding on his crotch, her face twisted in a partial scream as she pulls on his shirt and…

I pushed a finger out to him and answered on speaker. A calm male polished voice came through. “Mr. Banner. Or do you prefer Mr. Grayson these days?” My grip tightened on the phone. The voice continued, almost conversational. “I know who you are, and what you’re doing with that bitch, Anyta.” He finished off with a loud laugh. “Don’t you ever speak about her that–“ I started speaking before he ended the call. I smashed the phone in anger before Philip was able to trace the call.

Working at FanHub was the biggest break of my career, and I refused to waste it because my cousin's fiancé happened to be an infuriatingly arrogant control freak with the emotional range of a brick wall. The kiss had happened. I’d apologized. We were moving on, simple…right? Before I could overthink myself into another existential crisis, I pulled my phone from my handbag. One picture. That was all. I angled myself so the jet filled the background and smiled. By the sixth photo, I was fully committed. “Mum is definitely framing one of these,” I murmured, adjusting the angle again. “And your dad’s probably calculating how much fuel that thing burns.” I jumped hard enough that I almost dropped