Phone Guy Fnaf Fanart Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Fiona handed her the phone and whispered, "Hey! What's going on?" What was going on with all the fuss? She leaned back to see what was in front of her eyes. At first glance, she almost jumped up, Calvin?! She quickly grabbed the phone and carefully examined it. Calvin was in all the photos, from various angles, obviously taken when he wasn't paying attention. Reading the accompanying text—"An old friend has switched to the film and television industry, such a handsome guy!"

"You dirty slut, what are you trying to do? You want to have a phone hardcore sex with Daddy!!" "Oh yeah, fuck!" I rolled my fingers hard on my clit, only to stop as Gabriel's commanding voice boomed out "Stop whatever you are doing, and go over to your bed lie on your back, and spread your legs wide, I will FaceTime you right now!" Gabriel growled out, and I heard some ruffling on his end, my lips stretching into a big smile. ********* "I had no idea phone sex could make me cum this hard!!!" I mumbled under my breath, slipping into my pajamas as I made my way to my bed. Fuck Gabriel made me cum three times on the phone - That Man knows when and how to make me beg for more

Shyly blushing as he sucked. “God, fuck… yes…” I whispery, keeping my eyes shut tight, because if I open them, I might lose this… whatever this was. This fantasy. This dirty, delicious, puzzling reverie. I didn't want it to end yet. When the image didn't seem to be enough anymore, I scrambled for my phone, dialing Adrian. I stroked myself through the three times the line rang before the bastard decided to pick up. "Giovanni fucking Marino," his tired voice grumbled from the other end. "What do you want?"

As soon as Night Fury fell asleep, I took my old model phone from the drawer next to the bed. …The old model phone that was left behind by that bastard six years ago. Since this phone doesn't have any use other than calling… it has lasted till this day. There are only four contacts. Principal, Vice, Restia, and Ruby. When I was still staying on my island… the only contact I'd ever called was with that bastard. It's the lone voice contacting device that we'd ever use because it prevents wiretapping— he tampered with the sim card and phone that allows a private connection.

He shrugged, for he'd seen way more pleasant women than she was. And suddenly the sound of a phone call buzzing shot his eyebrow up. It was coming from that lady's bag, he comprehended. Unhurriedly, Ryan grabbed the backpack and fished out the phone that was still in good shape, despite the odds. He checked the screen and it was someone named 'bestie'. He glowered a bit, before sliding the receiver. "Finally you have decided to turn on your filthy phone, huh?" A female voice rose, making Ryan frown incredulously.

Suddenly, his phone rang again, it was an incoming call from Phanuel. “What's wrong?” “He's returned again. You need to see this.” Phanuel said, hanging up the call. Shortly after, Graeme Clough received some photos on his phone. “What!” he gasped, a shiver running the length of his spine. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, glancing at the photos. “No, this can't be happening.” he shook his head, dashing into his private room, which held records of previous cases he'd investigated or co-investigated.

Other than that, no one would know when the images were shot. I eagerly waited for a reply. A few minutes pass, and I discover the message has been delivered and opened. Instead of a reply, my phone started to vibrate. The unknown number that has my area code confirms that it's a local caller. With tense palms, I answer the phone with reluctance. "Hello?" I responded uncomfortably. "Hello. Is this…Anna?" A guy asks. "Yes. Who is this?" "Great. My name is Dane Fain. I posted a post on Seeking Arrangements and was just getting back to you.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I walked over to the side table where I had left my phone. ​I found his contact. August. I pressed the call button and brought the phone to my ear, my eyes squeezed tightly shut. ​Ring. Ring. Ring. ​Please pick up. Please give me an excuse. Tell me your car broke down. Tell me you were in a meeting that ran late. Tell me anything. ​"Hello?" ​It was Fanel’s voice. "Fanel? It’s Spring." "Good evening, Madam. How can I help you?" ​"Where is he, Fanel?" I asked.

Naked pictures of popular stars, printed copies of fanfictions written on her favourite people existing on earth, you name a weird thing, and she had it. “Keep it safe!” she hissed, and shoved her phone in my hands and made a run to hide from Mr. Logan. Standing alone with a phone in my hand, I stared blankly at the now empty space. Sighing aloud, I tried to lock the screen and go back home. Suddenly, a hand snatched that phone out of my grip while the other hand grabbed my wrist, forcefully snatching me closer. I realized, I stood with my body against one of the ‘greek gods’, Derek Ray.