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Springtrap x Reader (NSFW)

This is an explicit NSFW story and a rather weird one at that. So if you don't like that kinda stuff, then just scroll past. @waytoapurpleheart you kinky bitch-

“You got protection?”

Well, shit. If you weren’t sure before, then this cemented it. It being your utter batshit insanity and disregard for your own personal wellbeing, of course. Most normal people, while being met with the very real scenario in which you would most likely fuck a man in a giant robotic rabbit suit (with said man being a decaying corpse for God Knows How Long At This Point), they would most likely run for the damn hills. And that’s what you thought you would do as well.

Hell, this hyper-specific scenario never had crossed your mind before.

However, your reaction was not running for the hills as you thought. Instead of doing the normal person thing, you just shrugged, stared at the moldy decaying man-suit, and said “welp, 20 dollars is 20 dollars.” Granted, you would not be receiving this metaphorical 20 dollars, but still.

“I don’t exactly have any, love.” Fuck, something about that British accent that had been weathered down by time…it kinda hit the spot for you, in a weird sort of way. “But fret not, is it disease you’re worried about?”

“Um…yeah.” He’s acting like tetanus isn’t a thing…and if you can be infected from such a minor thing as stepping on an old nail, then what would any form of penetration do? And what kind of steroids would the years of neglect to this suit give to the tetanus?

And that’s not even factoring in the corpse.

“Well, that can be solved easily. There is such a thing as disinfectant, after all.”

…well, alright then. Casting aside the imagery of this likely being what having sex with a germaphobe would resemble, you grab a cointainter of santizing wipes, turning around and brandishing them at your horrifying British-metal rabbit-paranormal abomination of god situationship.

“Come here.” The authority in your voice…honestly, you don’t know where that came from. While you are very much a virgin, you always figured you’d have more submissive inclinations.

But hey, the night’s still young. And something tells you that Springtrap won’t stop until the both of you have fully explored any and all unknown kinks you may have.

Springtrap tilted his head slightly, one of his metal eyebrows raising slightly, in a cocky manner. “Oh, so eager. I must say, I like it.”

With all the flair of an enthusiastic life drawing model in an art class, he steps closer, casting aside a piece of cloth-covered metal. You didn’t know that a man’s sexual frustrations/inclinations would carry over even after death, but here we are.

As suspected, what was once his penis had long since rotted off. In all honesty, you’d be surprised if the body held within the suit had any flesh remaining whatsoever. However, what was between his legs was a convenient metal bar. Originally, it likely had served as a support for the various other mechanisms of the suit. However, it would seem that he had wrenched the metal bar out of the suit so that it extended outwards. At the tip-

Oh.

Oh heavens.

Springtrap followed your gaze to the tip of the metal bar, chuckling slightly. “Heh. Yeah, I took some artistic license with this. Might not have been this big when I was alive, but nobody needs to know that, hm? Either way, it’s nice to know that there’s people here who know how to admire a clear treasure such as my frame.”

You blink roughly, acknowledging that yes, he did, in fact, recreate a head for this faux phallus. Dedication to the craft, you suppose.

“I…just need to do something before we can start.” You open the lid to the cleaning wipes container.

“Do go on. Foreplay is ever so important, after all.” His tone had a bit of a suggestive rumble to it at this point.

You drop to your knees, liberally and tenderly rubbing the length of the metal rod. Strangely enough, while this wasn’t your ideal first time, it wasn’t a bad first time, not at all. You had imagined it would be with a living man, preferably one of relative attractiveness, but this would work.

As you rubbed down the rod, you could swear that Springtrap shivered slightly, a small exhale coming from his mouth as he looked down at you. “Mmm…why, I certainly didn't expect this of you, my dear. So very naughty…but I do very much appreciate the extra effort. Seems to me that you're enjoying yourself, hm?”

You toss the cleaning wipes aside with a slight, albeit unintended flourish. You looked back up at Springtrap as you got back up to your feet, taking note of the foot difference in height between the two of you, on top of his now smouldering gaze, crested with a shameless sort of desire, one where you could very much tell that he had been waiting decades for his next chance to Get Some, and he was intending to take full advantage of the opportunity presented to him.

“You want it, love?” He asked, a surprisingly deep and lustful tone rumbling through his throat and chest. His left hand came up to cover your cheek, while his right hand, with his right hand landing on your hip, fingertips thisclose to your ass. Honestly, you were surprised he wasn't kneading it like a fine ball of dough that was soon to be a biscuit. The rough, slightly scratchy feeling of the surface material of the suit would probably feel amazing when accompanied with a sudden spank to your bare flesh. Like a nice, calloused, open palm, right to the doughiest part of your ass.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Good fucking God, that look…you needed him in the most carnal of ways. It wasn’t even a joke at this point. Like, you used to entertain the idea of fucking the rabbit suit unironically, but now you were actually wet. What had started off as a matter of necessity was now shaping up to be something you would likely not want to end.

“Be a good girl for me.”

Holy.

Fucking.

SHIT.

At this point, you knew you were a submissive, but the speed in which him calling you a good girl set you to tearing off your shirt and casting it aside was honestly startling. Either way, you were now shirtless, breasts being covered by a too-large bra, a red, lacy thing that was meant for people with C cups, which you very much were not.

Hey, Victoria’s Secret is expensive as hell, even on sale, and you didn’t exactly trust the bras at stores like Walmart.

But an upshot was that your boobs left a lot to the imagination in this state. It could be considered something akin to a mystery box, one that had provided you a great deal of turmoil in the past. Your chest, in your opinion, wasn’t exactly something to marvel at. However, your partner seemed to be of a very different school of thought.

Springtrap seemed to be very delighted at your inability to find and wear a properly fitting bra, if the motion of his hands were any indication. They went to cup your breasts, just holding them for a moment as he stared. “My, my…it’s been far too long since I’ve seen a pair this magnificent, much less been given the opportunity to play with them. They say that bigger is better, but I’d have to disagree on that front…in either case, I’d much rather see them in the flesh.”

With a wink, his hands swiftly went to your back, unhooking your bra and casting it aside to join your shirt. He then went right back to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them like a comical pair of stress balls. With the motions he was making, the coarse, rough material covering the suit shifted and rubbed against your flesh. You felt an exceptional little jolt every time some of the material brushed against your hardened nipples. Springtrap noticed your little jolts and smirked.

Well, if you could consider the little shifts of the suit’s bottom jaw to be a smirk.

Damn, robot anatomy is hard to consider. And no, this isn’t a meta commentary on the development of this literotica piece, whatever do you mean.

Anyway.

The hands of the animatronic go to your nipples, pinching and lightly tugging on them. For a solid few minutes, he used them to play you like some kind of musical instrument, and not just an instrument of his own lust. The gasps and whimpers escaping your mouth would change in pitch and tone, depending on how the nipples were squeezed, much to his delight. He shuffles closer to you, close enough so that the tips of your toes touched. He's close enough to where you can feel his heavy, shuddery breaths to the top of your head.

His left hand continued to massage your breast, with his right hand trailing down your waist, around your hip, and firmly to your ass. His mechanical fingers squeak gently with the bending of his knuckles, the noises filling the room, but quiet enough so that it's not annoying. Well, it kinda is, but the sexual gratification of being groped by a 6 foot tall animatronic rabbit man is enough to make you turn a blind eye.

Suddenly, he pulls back his right hand, delivering a swift slap to your ass. You yelped at the sudden contact, despite the sensation of it being somewhat muffled by your pants. Accompanied with the yelp is a light jump, pressing your body up closer to him.

Springtrap darkly chuckles, eyes sliding from your breasts to your legs, as both of his hands gently glide to your hips, his left thumb hooking beneath the waistband of your pants.

“Darling…” he hummed to you, tone underlying with a slight husky vibrato. “I don't think you'll need these any more.”

With a swift tug, he pulled your pants down so that they dropped down around your ankles. Beneath your pants were lacy, red panties that matched your discarded bra. Eyes fixed on them, one of Springtrap's hands slid beneath the waistband, deftly teasing the flesh of your inner thighs, approaching your nirvana, but never delving into it the way you truly desire. He had to have felt the collection of juices building up between your legs, because good God you were utterly slick with desire.

Springtrap leaned forward, slightly picking you up before setting you down on the edge of a table, sliding your panties off with his pinkie finger. With a smirk, he let them dangle on his pinkie before dropping them to the floor with the rest of your clothes. For a few seconds, he simply stared at your unclothed form, drinking it in. His hands slid to the table on either side of you as he leaned forward again, trapping you between his arms and torso, his amorous eyes boring holes into your own (although you wished he’d hurry up and start boring into your holes already).

“My dear,” he began, a growl of barely restrained lust overlaying his every word, “do you even know how long it’s been since I’ve seen an unclothed female form? Much less one as spectacular as yours?”

You couldn’t help but giggle in slight embarrassment. There was no way you were some kind of paragon, but it was nice to be desired, even if it was by a six-and-a-half-foot tall moldy animatronic costume somehow still inhabited with the soul of an apparently very horny child killer.

Although you were likely about to swallow some children, so you didn’t really have any room to complain, you supposed.

Springtrap tilted his head, hand sliding across your thigh and towards your opening. “Come now, my dear. Don’t be coy. If you don’t see any value in your appearance…well then. I suppose I will just have to show you just how utterly irresistible I find you to be.”

With this, his middle and ring fingers slide into you.

The sensation is sudden, causing you to gasp and slightly close your legs. The coarse material of the suit was somewhat scratchy as it rubbed against your inner walls, but not necessarily in an unpleasant type of way. The unexpected feeling was oddly stimulating, and you found yourself wanting more of it.

Slowly, he began to develop a consistent rhythm with his fingers, sliding them in and out. Now that you were more comfortable with the sensation, you relaxed and sat back a bit more, legs opened a bit more to allow for better access.

Springtrap smirked, his other hand shifting to just below your stomach, thumb rubbing back and forth against your clit. “Aww, now isn't this adorable? And you said you've never been touched before, dear?”

A groan of pleasure escapes your lips as he increased the speed of the fingers plunging in and out of you, shifting the pattern of his thumb so that it was rubbing circles on your clit. “N-no…I've only ever done this to myself…”

“Ah, so I'm your first. Fear not, my sweet. I'll see to it that I'm your most memorable experience ever.”

Moldy robo-rabbit suit aside, you could definitely see why he would be so memorable. Damn, he definitely knew how to use those hands. He has to have had quite a few partners in his time.

His fingers suddenly hooked upwards once he was about knuckle deep into you, causing you to gasp and your back to lightly arc upwards. This was a new contribution to his routine: pull his fingers out, slide in, hook upwards, lay fingers back down, repeat. He could probably bring you to orgasm just through this.

But then again, you wouldn't get that which you were doing this for: the Remnant, the plot device you're angling for.

However, when all is said and done, you opening your legs for Springtrap and letting him so cleverly finger your snatch made it hard to remember why you were here in the first place. All you could remember was how his fingers felt diving in and out of you, dedicated entirely to your pleasure like a lets-player to a 100% playthrough of their favorite video game (hehe we had to sneak in that meta humor somewhere).

Much to your disappointment, just before you were about to cum, he removed his fingers, slowly enough to keep your body wanting in the worst way. At this point, you were obviously incredibly tight, so much so that you felt your quim clenching onto his fingers in a desperate attempt to continue being on the receiving end of this oddly delectable pleasure.

Springtrap slapped your ass once more, giving you a smirk as he slid his fingers into your mouth. “Don't you worry, my dear. I'm nowhere near done with you yet. I just didn't want you to climax before the main event. Now…suck.”

Quickly shelving the thoughts of contracting tetanus and the entire alphabet of hepatitis, you sucked his fingers clean of pussy fluids, circling your fingers around and between them. You were vaguely aware of him positioning himself between your legs. However, you became much more aware when he slid his psuedo-penis into your slit.

You gasped in pleasure, the stretching feeling accompanied with a pleasant scraping sensation, more intense than that which his fingers provided. In a sort of phantom instinct, you ended up wrapping your legs around his waist, like you never wanted him to pull away. At this stage, you really didn't.

Springtrap's hands went to your waist, holding you in place as he slowly began to thrust into you, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of warped metal thrusting into warm, wet flesh. Much like with the coarse, older fabric of his fingers, there was definitely a small scraping sensation accompanied with each little movement. You didn't know if it was some sort of ingrained liking for pain or what, but something about this feeling…it just really got you going.

“Holy shit…” you couldn't help but huff as he pushed his entire length into you. Damn…it was definitely the ideal size for you and your first time. Not too long or short, not too thick or thin…

Only real question that remained was if this counted as actual sex or using a toy? I mean, dildos aren't usually made of metal, but vibrators are a different story.

Anyway.

Springtrap looked down at you, his hands grabbing you by the shoulders and keeping you pinned flat on your back against the table, eyes glazed over with lust. If you didn't know better, you could swear that he was actually feeling everything as though he were fucking you in the flesh.

“Well now, sweetheart,” he began in a breathy tone, “isn't this quite the treat…you're so very tight for me…if I didn't know before, I could definitely tell that this was your first time. Really quite an honor to be able to take your virginity, and in such a special way as well~”

With this, he started to slowly thrust, taking care to give you the proper time to get acclimated to the sensation. Even so, your legs near immediately wrapped around his waist. Each movement he made was accompanied with a light scratching sensation caused by the metal bits that twisted and shifted to and fro. But you’d be damned if you didn’t find it arousing. It was like a donut of pleasure with a light sprinkling of pain: be a bit odd to have all on its own, but absolutely DELICIOUS as a topping in moderation.

Springtrap hooked his hands around your legs, keeping them spread and draped over his shoulders. You couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as he rearranged you for his own pleasure. Here was a man who knew what he wanted, and knew just how to take it.

Almost as if reinforcing this observation, Springtrap began to thrust into you without warning. His rhythm was nice and considerate of your pleasure and the fact that this was your first time, while also being rough and fast like a man who was finally indulging in something he had been denied for years. The sound of metal slapping against flesh wasn’t a sound you thought would be appealing, in the way that you think hitting a chicken breast with a meat tenderizer wouldn’t be appealing, but you were quickly beginning to love it. Develop an addiction, even.

One of his hands gently but firmly cupped your chin as he maintained his rhythm or thrusting. “Look at me, love,” he grunted. “Eyes are up here. Look at me.”

You look up at him, involuntary moans and groans escaping your lips every few seconds, eliciting a smirk. “Look at you,” he crooned, a deep sense of satisfaction permeating his words. “Look at the lewd, lustful thing you’ve become. Look at how desperate you are, how clingy you are.”

His hand went from your chin to your throat, gently but firmly, with all the confidence of a man who knows just how to deconstruct you at your most carnal state. “Who made you this way?” he spoke, an authoritative tone in his voice, sharp and demanding.

“Fuck- you did,” you gasped, getting lost in the rhythmically intense motion of his hips. “You made me this way.”

A dark chuckle escaped the suit, hands taking up their respective places on your throat and hip. “And I’m the only one who could ever make you feel this way. You love this too much to try getting this feeling from another. You know nobody could ever hope to match up to this sensation.”

You whimper slightly, your hands gripping his shoulders. “Yes- oh god~ This is the best first time ever!”

While Springtrap’s gaze pierced you with an overwhelming sense of dominance and ownership, there was an undeniable sense of affection within this mixture, this act. He knew he was the best and most addictive, most unforgettable you could ever hope to have, and that you were undeniably his, he simply wouldn’t abide by you belonging to anyone else…but he also wanted this to be pleasant for you. He at least had the clarity to recognize that this wasn’t 100% all about him, as much as he was driven by his own phantom lust and pleasure.

His hand went from your throat to your cheek, cupping it gently yet firmly, this simple gesture being the perfect way to showcase the blend of possession and affection. “That’s it, dear,” he began, his pace inside you now reaching a fever pitch, “I’m yours. I am yours as much as you are mine. And I don’t intend to let you go any time soon.”

You gasped, legs tightening around his waist. “Oh fuck…Springtrap, I’m so- so fucking close…!” Your breath came in gasps as your grip on your mind loosened with each thrust from his hips.

His hands both came up to cup your cheeks, tilting your head so you two were making eye contact. “Do it,” he ordered, that sweet yet dominant tone you had come to be addicted to over these several minutes coating your ears. “Cum for me.”

As if on cue, your muscles tightened, locking you in place. Your back arched, and you threw your head back. A white-hot sensation shot through your body, starting at your feet and rocketing up to your head. Your legs locked him in place, wanting to keep him pressed firmly against your internal nirvana. You began to tremble, and you heard a pleasant screaming echoing throughout the room, not yet realizing it to be your own. This was your first orgasm not induced by your own hand, and it definitely wasn’t something you were planning to forget any time soon.

Springtrap slowly pulled out, hands falling to your waist. “My…” he began, voice hoarse with the exertion of the event, “that was simply divine, my dear. Thank you for giving me something I’d lost all those years ago.”

You took a few deep breaths as you took a drink from a water bottle he handed you. “Yeah…wow. Do your legs always feel this weak afterwards…?”

“For a time, yes.” he stated, grabbing a cloth to clean up the mess left behind. “This is your first time, and the orgasm is quite intense. And you didn’t even squirt…”

“Yeah, how do you even do that? I mean, I know girls do it, just…never been able to myself.”

Springtrap chuckled, handing you a package of sanitary wipes. “Oh, dear. That requires much more intense stimulation, something you likely couldn’t handle in your state. Besides, we shouldn’t disturb your body as the Remnant acclimates to your system.”

He then turned around to face you as he put the used rag in the garbage, a mischievous look on his face. “Next time, perhaps?”

Damn…he had been dead for several years, to be fair. You couldn’t really fault him for being so uncontrollably horny, after so many years trapped in a suit, unable to act on his urges…but you were a little surprised that he was already bringing up the possibility of a next time.

You couldn’t help but shrug, brain still foggy in the afterglow of your climax.

“I’ll think about it.”

#springtrap #william afton #monster fucker #go to horny jail #but ig i can't judge #eat up you down bad fools

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