#SPRINGTRAP!!!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE SPRINGTRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[spaciebabie]

You walk into the security room, as usual, and you notice Springtrap sitting in the corner with the sweater you had given him the other day, it fit his figure perfectly.

You also noticed he had the notebook you had given him with the sweater, you wanted to look inside but also didn't want to look at his "personal property", but even though you tried to fight the urge you still ended up with his book in your hand. As you look at each page you notice one page that interested you, you notice it was a drawing of you! Your face heats up, the drawing was really good, and at the bottom was your name with a heart next to it. Your face was really hot, and you tried to calm down but failed.

You set the book back down next to him, hopefully, he won't find out you looked in his book, you sit in the tattered chair and pull up the cams, you really don't understand why you need to look at the cameras if anyone broke in Springtrap would most likely murder them before they could even touch a thing. As you flip through the cameras you hear a series of clicking sounds coming from behind you, it was most likely Springtrap waking up, and of course, you feel a cold hand tap your shoulder.

You turn your head to look behind you, Springtrap was tapping his thinger against his thigh, you laugh and stand up, and he gets on his knees and puts his head against your chest while pulling you into his cold embrace.

( Springtrap loves to listen to your heartbeat, he missed the feeling of human affection so he will often hug, kiss, or nuzzle you for comfort he will also hold you like a baby, he's just an 8-foot metal bean <3)

BANGS. MY FUCKING. HEAD. ON . THE . TABLE/

[peppermintscreaming]

Springtrap in Harry’s bathroom after the light ending.

Saw this image on Twitter and had to draw springtrap over it 😭😭😭

[mesopelagos]

such a pity-- the audience demands an encore

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Saw the fnaf movie and it gave me brainworms (Mike has wet dog that doesn’t like getting wet energy and I’m holding him and his survivors guilt very gently rn)

(This has no spoilers for the film! But the song- ‘The Woods’ by San Fermin- is SO GOOD FOR THE FILM BROS)

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

I was trying to plan out a future chapter for Rabbit Restoration Project, but the second "What's wrong?" popped up--even if it's not exactly what was said--the song was still immediately in my mind.

So now, I'm just trying to plan out the fic, but conversations like this keep happening-

Y/N: Springtrap? What's wrong?

Springtrap: I can't stop singing this stupid song, Y/N.

[randomalistic]

sketches of some dubious Rabbitoids

[cocho388]

It's time.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Every fuckibg time I see this thumbnail I’m reminded how upsettingly hot I find almost all iterations of fucking Bonnie.

Why. Why am I like this. Ahhfjxcijdugidkchv

[themalharescoven]

The presidential election debate but it's Henry Emily's speech (No politics debates! 🚫🚫 This video was made for fun! 🚫🚫)

[skmhlml]

Another wendigo? It was the first one I read from you and oh boy- that was something.

I understand if you cannot. Your writing is Amazing!

Note: I’m getting over a very large amount of stress, that’s why I have been absent, like at every end of the semester they have a whole bunch of projects. But I’m fully in today.

Date: 4/28/2025

Warning: 🔞🫵

Wendigo x Reader

Gaunt and monstrous, all twisted limbs and stretched skin like it barely fits over its starved frame. Its bones creak when it moves, ribs poking out like knives. Claws like hooked scythes, and a mouth full of fangs that look too long to close properly.

Eyes? Hollow pits that flicker with a dim, soulless light—but when it sees you, they glow. Not warmth—hunger. Madness. Obsession. As if you’re a hallucination it’s decided is real.

Antlers twist and grow like dead trees erupting from its skull. Sometimes, it bleeds from them when it’s excited. It likes the taste.

It smells like blood-soaked bark, winter rot, and something older than language. And yet… it smells right when it’s wrapped around you.

You were probably alone in the woods—camping, hiking, or running from something worse. It saw you long before you saw it. Heard your heartbeat. Tracked your warmth like prey.

But when it reached you, it didn’t kill. It froze. Something broke in it. Something ancient and wrong cracked open. “Mate,” it whispered, in a voice like splintering ice. “Mine.”

You ran. It followed. Not out of bloodlust—out of courtship. You screamed, and it moaned your name like a prayer it had never known how to say until now.

It doesn’t ask. It takes. But not violently—not at first. It leaves you “gifts”: bones, warm animal meat, feathers still bleeding, the severed hands of any hunter or man who came near you.

Eventually, it drags you off during a blizzard. Keeps you in a cave that pulses with your body heat. It carves runes in the stone with its claws, binding you to its territory. To its flesh.

Every time you try to escape, it punishes the forest. Rips animals to pieces. Paints the trees in gore like love letters. “Run again, little mate,” it growls, “and I’ll turn the world red with my love.” (I can imagine it with like a dark mosterish voice, combo of Springtrap and Dr. Facilier)

It constantly licks, nuzzles, and sniffs you—like it’s memorizing you. Its tongue is rough, like bark and bone, and it drags it over your skin with audible, wet devotion.

It marks you with claw scratches, bite scars, and its scent. “You smell like me now. No beast, no god, no insulint humanwill dare touch you.”

During its mating season, it’s a nightmare. Frenzied. Insatiable. It wraps its limbs around you for days. You don’t walk right after. You might not walk at all. It loves when you’re broken and trembling from its affection. “My little doe…ruined just right.”

Cold as the grave—until it wraps around you long enough to steal your warmth. Then it radiates it back, like a sick, corrupted furnace. It likes holding you so long you sweat under it.

Hot, moist, and smells of meat and decay—but it pants like a desperate animal when you whimper or arch away.

When you cry, it licks your tears. Says they taste like “honest love.” Then it kisses your eyelids with its cracked lips and hums lullaby in a language that sounds like trees dying in the wind.

It tells you stories of turning you—breaking your bones, carving its soul into yours so you become a Wendigo Queen. “Then you’ll never leave me. And you’ll never stop wanting.”

Your bed is lined with the pelts of creatures he’s killed for you. Sometimes they’re still twitching. Sometimes they’re people. He thinks it’s romantic. “I made this with my hands. For you to sleep warm. Wrapped in what I destroyed.”

His thoughts of “claiming” always spiral into body horror. “Your womb is soft. Wet. Will it stretch enough to take me?” he growls, voice vibrating your bones. “I could make something divine grow in you. Half hunger. Half you.”

He doesn’t just mark you. He bleeds you. Slowly. Lovingly. He’ll lap at wounds he makes with claws or teeth, whispering, “You bleed sweet. Like winter wine. Like worship.”

He curls around you, massive and suffocating, his breath hot on your ear. You feel bones pop when he shifts.

[spaciebabie]

SHUT UP DO YOU UNDERSTAND???? DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? DO YOU??? DO YOU UNDERSTAND????? DO YOU SEE??? DO YOU FUCKING SEE???? HES DOIGN!!! HES DOING THE THING SWHERE THEY!!! THEY YANNO THEY!!!!!!!!

[z0mbi3girl444]

SPRINGTRAP NON-CON

Your Deliah’s older sister, and also Springtrap’s victim.

(First person narrative)

THIS STORY INCLUDES RAP3/NONCON. NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I WILL BLOCK YOU.

One night, as I stood in the kitchen preparing dinner, I was being suffocated by silence.

Dad was working late at the shop, leaving me alone with Deliah and Springtrap.

The quiet sound of the stove was my only companion until I heard it—the heavy, metallic thud of Springtrap’s footsteps descending from upstairs.

My heart stilled, and I gripped the spatula tighter, praying he would pass by without a word. But fate wasn’t so kind.

“Smells good in here,” he drawled as he loomed behind me. “Spaghetti, hm?”

I shifted uncomfortably as the tension thickened.

“What’s got you all tense tonight?” he whispered, sidling up next to me until the cold metal of his hip pressed against my waist.

I stiffened as his hand found its way to my back, fingers gliding up my spine before gripping a handful of my hair and giving it a light tug. The subtle pain shot through me, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Stop,” I whispered.

A slow grin spread across his cracked, metallic face, his yellowed eyes narrowing with amusement. “Oh, so you do have a voice after all,” he said, a twisted chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Does it scare you when I’m this close?” His voice softened, tauntingly gentle. “Or is there a part of you that likes it?”

"Leave me alone," I breathed, my voice breaking as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "Please..."

Springtrap’s grin widened, a sick, gleeful glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, now that’s not fair,” he cooed, “Where’s the fun in leaving you alone? You’re so much fun when you’re afraid.”

I flinched, trying to back away from him, but my back hit the counter, and my heart dropped. “W-where’s Dels?” I stammered, my voice trembling with panic.

Springtrap’s grin widened, eyes narrowing with a cruel glint. “At Harry’s,” he said smoothly, as if the word itself was meant to soothe. “So it’s just you and me.”

“Please…leave me alone,” I repeated, my voice cracking as desperation clawed at my throat.

But he didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t.

I flinched as his cold, jagged fingers reached out, brushing lightly against my hair. He twirled a lock of my hair between his fingers, his expression one of unsettling amusement.

“Soft,” he murmured, as though speaking to himself. He twisted the strand tighter before letting it slip through his fingers.

I couldn’t move. My breath was caught in my throat, my entire body frozen as his hand lingered, sifting lazily through my hair.

He tugged lightly at a strand, just enough to send a jolt of discomfort through my scalp. I whimpered in pain, trying to move away from him, but I was too cornered at this point.

“Ah, there it is,” he said with satisfaction. “That little spark of pain. It’s so cute, the way you whimper.”

“Stop,” I whispered, barely able to push the word past my trembling lips. “Please... just stop.”

“Stop?” he repeated, as if tasting the word. “But why? I like touching you…”

His face was unbearably close now, the stench of decay mingling with the faint scent of burnt spaghetti still lingering in the air.

“I bet no one’s ever told you how pretty you look when you’re scared,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

“You’re disgusting,” I spat, though my voice wavered. My heart raced in my chest, the fear and revulsion twisting into a sickening knot in my stomach.

Springtrap’s laugh was quiet but sharp, his grin widening even further. “Oh, you wound me,” he said, trapping me fully against the counter.

I flinched, trying to turn away, but Springtrap seized my jaw, pressing his body firmly against mine.

"Not so fast," he said, his voice tight with warning as his free hand snaked up my shirt and roughly closed around my breast.

I gasped, trying to push him away, but I was powerless against him.

"You see?" he whispered, his hand now working the zipper of my jeans, "You can't fight me. You’re so easy to handle.”

Once my jeans were off, Springtrap's index finger slowly slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, cold and unyielding against my heated flesh.

"So pretty," he purred.

I shook my head frantically, trying to hold back my tears. "Please," I whimpered, hating the desperation in my own voice. "Don't do this."

He chuckled. "Don’t do what, little one? Give you what you so clearly want?"

His cold, metallic finger brushed against my clit, causing me to jerk involuntarily. Discomfort flooded my mind and my body, making me stiffen in fear and revulsion.

"Stop!” I yelled out, but I was silence by his hand covering my mouth, and I froze, because Springtrap's finger slowly, almost gently, slipped inside me.

The sudden intrusion caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp.

"You're so warm and soft," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

I shuddered at his words, a chill running down my spine.

"I know you're scared," he continued, his finger never ceasing its slow, torturous movements. "But you don't need to be. I'll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust of his finger, and I couldn't help but sob into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his grin widening.

But suddenly, his finger was taken out, and instead replaced with something else—something that made me gasp sharply, the sensation ten times more painful.

My body tensed immediately, and I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as I stared back at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“There we go,” he groaned, a low, satisfied sound, “That’s better, Hm?”

Both of Springtrap’s hands drifted down to my hips, holding my steady, just the way he wanted.

“Please stop,” I sobbed, my voice breaking as I shook my head uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. “Please, no—it—it’s too—”

“Shhh,” he cut me off softly, his voice low and soothing. “It’s been decades since I’ve felt this good,” he confessed, his voice thick with raw need.

A low groan escaped him. His hands tightened on me slightly, as if trying to anchor himself in the moment.

All I could do was cry—but it only excited Springtrap more.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his tone low and rough. His pace picked up, and he moved his hips against mine in a rhythm that was both punishing and erotic.

His groans echoed in my ears, the sound of my name being said repeatedly making me squirm in disgust.

“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick and strained, his hands gripping me tighter as if he couldn’t bear to let me go. “Just like that. Stay with me.”

He pulled me flush against him, burying his face in the crook of my neck and shuddering as he finished inside of me.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. His cold, metal frame held me close, breathing heavily into me. He grinned down at me, tucking my hair behind my ears.

“You’re such a good fuck, little one,” he teased, taking a deliberate step back, finally giving me space.

I wanted to run, but I couldn’t move.

“At least you’re still intact after having me,” he chuckled, looking me up and down.

I swallowed hard, my breath shallow as I pressed further against the wall, hoping to create even the smallest distance between us.

“You’re a very strong girl, I’ll give you that,” he added, “I was expecting you to scurry off the moment I let you go. But here you stand.”

Springtrap lingered for a moment longer, just staring at me, before turning around, walking away, and leaving me there.

[cringetsukimi]

ok so what if there was like this au where spring trap from five nights at freddy's three met mangle from five nights a freddy's two and they were friends but like mangle rly likes to annoy him and springtrap is like ughhh leave me alone and it was called springtrap and mangle by quiet tomato. wouldn't that be insane guys

[grox-empire]

I had a nightmare that was simultaneously the most fucking stressful and funniest nightmare I have ever had

So basically I applied for a job. I somehow didn't realize I had applied to be a night guard at Fazbear's Fright... So then I went to my new job and the horror slowly set in that I was sentenced to being the fucking FNAF 3 nightguard (FNAF as a game existed in this dream but also it was apparently a real thing that happened. so.)

So naturally, Because I am now the nightguard at Fazbear's Fright, I have to deal with SPRINGTRAP. AND HE WAS FUCKING THERE ALRIGHT. AND IT WAS HORRIFYING. He never KILLED me but he certainly got close a few times it sucked ass

OK. NOW FOR THE FUNNY PART. Apparently I had brought my phone with me??? I hardly use my phone so I don't know why I brought it instead of like... my laptop. But I was chatting on discord with my friends the entire time fucking LIVEBLOGGING MY NEW JOB. occasionally they'd get a message like "FUCKS SAKE THAT DAMNED RABBIT IS IN THE VENTS AGAIN". I wasn't even all that scared in the dream just FRUSTRATED because HE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. I think I sent a few pictures of him right outside the fucking window to my friends too.

I need to fucking draw this sometime

[sugarywishes]

What is the favourite & least favourite animatronic or each of the Aftons & Emilys? Given what I now know about William, I'm especially curious to see if any managed to break their way past his dislike of making them.

This might actually be able to be my shortest ask! (Edit: okay, never mind 💀 prepare for a yap session, answers below as usual!) Also, sorry for the late response, I recently moved so it's been a little hectic!

William: Uh, he basically hates all of them 😭😭 there isn't one that particularly was his favorite in terms of creating them (he likes designing them though!) I guess the closest to a favorite animatronic is Springbonnie since he uses it a lot (it's literally designed to fit him) , but even then he doesn't really like it. Henry originally created the springlock suit ideas to save money, and look how that turned out for Will there! (Believe me if Will had fully kept his memory when awoke as Springtrap, he would have been PISSED, I mean he was still pissed when he became Springtrap but still !!)

Clara: She also wasn't too receptive to the way the animatronics look, but her 'favorite' was probably Freddy since he looked the least 'dead inside' as she said (...major foreshadowing there lmao) Her least favorite was probably the springlock animatronics like Fredbear and Springbonnie, they always kinda freaked her out as a concept (she'll also eventually hate the Funtime animatronics, since...yk 👀)

Michael: Foxy, he was the least dorky out of the main cast (and c'mon he owns a Foxy mask!) Anyways he also thinks the Glamrocks are sick as hell (and since there's no Foxy variant, and also because he thought it would be weird to possess a girl robot, he picked GlamFred, which like good choice) his least favorites are probably anyone else who isn't Foxy or the Glamrocks lmao

Elizabeth: She liked Chica when she was younger, because that was the only girl animatronic at the time, but that quickly changed when Circus Baby came into the spotlight! Her father made her just for her! (He actually only said that to get her to leave him alone, the 'similarity' is a coincidence) And funnily enough, Baby will also become her least favorite!

Evan: You think he likes *any* of these guys?? HELL NO !! (Actually, when he was about toddler age, he didn't have his extreme phobia of robots yet. His old favorite was Springbonnie because he knew it was always his dad under the suit!) Anyways a little while later he developed his intense fear of animatronics. He hates all of them !!

Henry: He is insanely proud of the fact he came up with the Springlock mechanism (and was in fact considering fixing the main gang to BECOME springlock suits too until William's accident where he almost fucking died lmao) so his original favorites were the springlock suits (and Freddy, mostly because Henry was meant to play Fredbear, and yk Freddy is a variant of Fredbear so...) But he will also hate every animatronic too. (Exception of the Puppet/Lefty cause yk that's his daughter, and Helpy !! Does he even count as an animatronic?)

Charlie: To be honest she wasn't really into the animatronic restaurant idea, so she's neutral on them. No favorite and no least favorite. She finds them all a little creepy!

[drechastory]

Dreamer cast’s final words.

The Game Maker: 1981-2005

Fredbear(IRL): “D-Drooper…. Why… me..?” Said to Drooper.

Foxy(dream verse ): “I will die to my captain!!” Said to Drooper.

Bonnie(dream verse): “I don’t want to die!! Help me brother! Help me Goldie!!!” Said to no one.

Fleegle(IRL): “DROOPER! I’m sorry!! Show me Mercy!!” Said to Drooper.

Bingo(IRL): “Drooper- you… son of a….” Said to Drooper.

Drooper(IRL): “Wait! Leo- Don’t you worry Daddy will come for you soon! Let me through!” Said to Leonardo, then to employees.

Dottie(IRL): “I don’t want leave my brothers… they deserve.. the world.. give them.. what you would’ve.. given me…..” said to Freddy.

Jingles(IRL): “Haha…. You’re just as horrid inside as I am-“ said to Freddy.

The Dreamer: 2013

Toy Bonnie(Dream world): “Leave me alone!” Said to Foxy.

Finn(Dream world): “Why do I feel cold?” Said to Mari.

Toy Chica(Dream world): “There’s a traitor in your group. It’s-…” Said to Pete.

Pete(Dream world): “I don’t want to live if it means working with you….” Said to Fergie.

Shadow(Dream world): “You Monster!” Said to Fergie.

Mari(Dream world): “Please Fergie! Let me have another chance!” Said to Fergie.

Springtrap(IRL): “Ah…. I see it. El Leon. He’s lives in you…” said to Toy Freddy/Leonardo

Bonnie(Dreamworld): “WHY!! What have I done to deserve this!!!” Said to no one.

Plushtrap(Dreamworld): “Why did you stop loving me?!” Said to Toy Freddy/Leonardo.

Foxy(dreamworld): “I will not die to a Usurper!!”

Fergie(Dreamworld): “You cant kill me! You can’t kill a soul you love!!” Said to Degrade.

Degrade(Dreamworld): “I lost that love the second you killed Shadow...” said to Fergie.

Mangle(IRL):(chip was malfunctioning) “L-L-Leo…. My…. Favorit-t-te.. f-friend….” Said to Toy Freddy.

Goldie(Dreamworld): “You have to stop this madness Toy Freddy! He’s lost his mind trying to tame you!” Said to Toy Freddy.

Freddy(dreamworld): “Give my Wife back to me!!” Said to Toy Freddy.

Toy Freddy(dreamworld): “If it’s not a life with you… it’s not a life to live….” Said to Mangle.