#kissing Springtrap on the cheek

[maris-medley]

POV: you walk in on River and Tom teaching Springtrap how to play Uno

@skeletoninthemelonland I’m getting way too silly with these templates sorry 💔

[spaciebabie]

I love how you are in love with a rotting corpse but still say peepaw has no peeper rights

yeah you're damn right. that piece of shit can STAY neutered for being a jackass.

[somewhatidealname]

I just want to say that whenever I'm depressed, I look at your images of Springtrap, and I instantly feel better. I just wanna hold his cheeks and kiss his nose. <3

he's holding off on terrorizing and mauling his victims to let you know this

[justladders]

:gives your springtrap a kiss on the cheek:

:runs away:

[oftenwantedafton]

A New Afton - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader

Chapter 7

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, daddy kink, praise kink, mild breeding kink, Springtrap suit sex

Also available on AO3

You awaken to find Steve watching you.

It’s Friday morning. You've almost made it to the weekend. Tomorrow you’ll be able to sleep in and spend the entire day with your stepfather.

“Good morning, Daddy.”

He smiles at you, soft and lazy. “Good morning, Princess.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Just a few minutes.” He reaches out to brush back some errant strands of hair. Traces the curve of your cheek. Smoothes over your bottom lip. You suddenly remember you’d gone to bed without panties.

You push back the covers and climb on top of him, straddling his hips, your hands shoving the fabric of his shirt up. You trace the patterns of his scars and grind yourself down, feeling his clothed erection pressing against your bare pussy.

“You really want Daddy’s cock inside you, don’t you baby girl?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yes, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.” You can feel the wetness of your arousal dampening the fabric of his pajama pants.

Steve groans, glancing at the alarm clock.

You know it’s time for both of you to get washed and dressed and leave the house. You don’t want to stop.

“Tonight, I promise you. When we have time and we don’t have to rush.”

You sigh, ceasing your rocking motion. You know you’re pouting. Your stepfather sits up, hugging you against him. “It’s your first time, baby girl. Need to make it special for you. It’s not because I don’t want to, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. Let’s go get ready.”

***

This is the longest shift of William Afton’s life.

He normally stands and shakes his clients’ hands, guiding them to their seats and walking them back to the door.

Not today. There’s no fucking way because his erection will not relax. He’s finally going to have you tonight. That tight pussy that’s never known another man’s cock, all for him. You’d been so sexy, grinding yourself against that stuffed rabbit the night before. Rubbing your bare pussy against him this morning.

A knock at the door. He tucks his chair further under the desk to conceal what’s happening further down his body and forces a smile on his face. “Come in.”

***

You’re waiting for Steve when he opens the front door.

Without hesitation he pushes you back against it while closing it. Bends to kiss your mouth. Your hands twine around his neck. You’re still in your school uniform. He drops his briefcase and car keys on the floor. “Hey, sweet girl.”

“Daddy…” He hears it in your voice. The raw ache. The hunger.

“Come upstairs with me. I want to fuck you in my bed.” Somewhere along the line it had become that. No longer one shared with your mother. Just his.

And now yours, too.

***

You follow your stepfather up the stairs. This was it. It was finally happening. Your heart is pounding. Your pussy has been throbbing all day, panties soaked. You want him so badly.

He pushes you onto the bed. One hand drags roughly against your school blouse and the threads securing the buttons loosen, the bits of plastic scattering. You’re already working on the one holding your skirt fastened on the side. Steve removes his glasses and tosses them on the nightstand, then unknots his tie and unfastens his cuffs and pulls everything over his head all at once, undershirt and dress shirt together. You unhook your bra and drop it on the floor. He unfastens his belt. Pants and briefs shoved down together simultaneously. His shoes are next to yours by the front door.

You start to remove your knee highs but he halts you. “Leave them on,” he says. His voice is so coarse. It’s the desire chafing it, you think. His own pair of socks he tugs off unceremoniously. His palm caresses your covered calf, making sure the edge of your sock is properly pulled into place. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing one knee. You touch his hair. “Lie back, baby.”

You obey, flopping down somewhere near the center of the bed, shoving blindly at the pillows beneath you until they cradle your head properly. His fingers curl over the waistband of your panties and pull them off of you. You part your legs for him.

“It’s going to hurt in the beginning…” he cautions, resting a hand on one thigh.

“I know. I don’t care. I want you.”

“After that you’ll love it, baby, I promise.”

You nod, watching him as he moves, positioning himself at your entrance.

***

William could have prepped you a little first, of course; used his mouth and his fingers. But that’s not what he wants. He wants to violate you at your absolute tightest. He sees how wet you are, how your eyes plead with him, and he stops hesitating and pushes into you, immediately feeling you tense and clamp down, your body resisting his intrusion. You wince and suck in a deep breath.

“Relax, baby girl. It’ll be easier for you. It’s ok, I’ve got you.” He pushes a little further in. Christ did you feel like heaven. So snug around his fat cock. Another whimper of pain, but you’re being brave about it. A little further. Another gasp. He shoves the rest of the way in.

“Daddy!” Your back arches, lifting your torso off the mattress.

“Okay, baby. You did it. I’m all the way inside you.” He pauses there a moment, just taking in the sensation of being fully sheathed. Moves out a little, then thrusts back in.

“Oh, you feel so good.” He lowers himself down, shifting his weight onto one forearm, kissing your mouth. “So tight around me, baby. So perfect.” You’re still rigid. Your mouth is stiff against his lips. “Relax, sweet girl.” He moves his cock back and forth, never quite in and never all the way out, just trying to get you accustomed to the feel of him. Gentle thrusts. He caresses your cheek and smooths your hair. You’re getting wet again. Your hips are moving slightly, your mouth now responsive. “There you go, Princess. You’re such a good girl.” He moves a little faster, now withdrawing further and shoving back inside to the hilt. “Fuck, baby. Look at how good you’re taking me. That pussy was made for me.” His free hand finds your breast and begins massaging it, pinching and rolling your nipple. “You’re so, so gorgeous.” Your sounds have evolved. No longer pained. You’re starting to enjoy it. He feels you grinding back against him, lifting to meet him.

Time to change positions.

***

You thought you’d been prepared, but that first feeling of your stepdad’s cock entering you had really hurt.

The burn and stretch of it. You’d thought at one point you’d just break around him. There was no way he could fit.

But he had. And that sharp pain had started to become muted because there was a new feeling suppressing it.

It felt good fucking Steve.

He’d been right as usual. Once you’d stopped tensing up things had gotten a lot better. His cock slid in and out smoother. You like the feel of it pummeling you deep inside. He’s still holding back; you know it will get rougher later. You want it to be.

His body shifts, no longer hovering over you. He lifts your stockinged legs so they rest on his shoulders. He thrusts forward and oh, this is new. You like the angle he’s hitting you at inside. Like the sound of his body slapping against yours. It drives each moaning breath from your lungs. You see a trail of perspiration leak down from his forehead. You reach for his hand and he locks your fingers together, watching the reactions play across your features as the pleasure washes over you.

Another change in position. You’re seated on top, straddling him like you had that morning. You rub the head of his cock against your clit before guiding it inside of you. It’s a little awkward until you get yourself at just the right spot to sink down onto him. Oh, God. This was amazing.

He smiles at you. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you gasp. He wedges his hand against you, his thumb stroking your clit and the sensation heightens. “Daddy…”

“Look at you riding that big cock so well.” You mash yourself against his hand, grinding down on his prick. You’re lightheaded. Your nails dig into his ribs. His hips batter against you, shoving him deeper inside.

***

William’s got you bent over in front of him now. He slaps your ass cheek and squeezes the globe of it. Pushes back into you. Your cunt is absolutely drooling. His hips snap sharply and you moan as his cock drills into you, making you lose your balance as he shoves you against the edge of the mattress.

He fucks you hard for a few minutes, then eases up. Enjoys every gasp and moan and murmur and sigh. Slaps you again, harder, bringing color to your skin. He could easily finish this way but it’s not how he wants to. Not this time. He wants to see your face when he takes you apart.

Afton pauses just long enough to indicate he wants you to move. Climbs back on top of you and slides right back in. His mouth covers yours. You’re both drenched in sweat. He tastes the salt of it on your lips. He snakes a hand between you to stroke your clit again. Sees you frown and gasp. “Cum for me, sweet girl.”

“Daddy…” The hand you rest on his shoulder tightens, nails digging in. Your eyes are locked with his. “I love you, Daddy.”

The words surprise him; his climax arriving earlier than he’d anticipated. He feels you spasming around him, milking every last drop of cum from him.

He takes his time in the shower with you afterwards. Gently cleaning your sore sex. Planting little kisses on your shoulder underneath the spray of the shower. He makes you pasta for dinner and you put another horror movie on. He cradles your body against his. You’re drowsy.

“Baby girl?”

“Mmm…yes Daddy?” Barely awake. Struggling so hard.

“I love you, too.”

You sigh happily. Afton closes his eyes.

***

Steve promises you an unrestricted day of shopping at the mall to begin your Saturday.

He helps you choose a new skirt and a slinky dress. Several sets of lingerie, one of which is lavender lace. You know purple is his favorite color so you’re not surprised. A necklace that’s a silver heart that rests on the notch at the base of your throat.

It’s pouring out today, one of those rare days when Hurricane finally gets some humidity built up into the atmosphere. Your stepfather pulls off the road. You’d gotten changed in one of the restrooms at the mall before you’d left. You’re down to just the new lingerie and the necklace now. The rain drums on the roof of the car.

“Back seat,” he says. You squeal when the downpour strikes your unprotected skin. You lie down. He climbs over you, grinning. A drop of rainwater falls from his hair onto your lips. He kisses you. Touches the pendant that’s shifted to lie against your throat and the smile softens.

His thumb hooks in the crotch of your new panties and he pulls them to the side. His cock eases in. His breath huffs beside your cheek. “You like it, sweet girl?”

“I love it,” you reply.

“Yeah, me too.” His pace is unhurried. Just gentle but deep thrusts. You feel the edge of the material dragging along his shaft with each thrust. “Going to fill you up so good…”

“I want it.” You knot your fingers in his damp hair. “Breed me, Daddy.”

His steady pace falters. You’ve surprised him. He’s only mentioned it the one time. “You want that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You want me to get that belly all swollen? Make a baby with you?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Your pussy throbs around him. Your womb very much likes the idea. You tighten your legs around his waist. “As many as you want. I’d give them to you,” you whisper by his ear, lapping at it. “I wish I was your wife. I want to be yours forever.”

His face moves so he can see your features, his hips still. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

You nod, touching his cheek, the graying beard smooth beneath your fingers. The rain is drumming louder now.

He says your name and thrusts back inside. You roll your hips against him. His mouth is rough against yours. “Oh God, baby, I want…I want…”

The words are lost in the noise of the storm. You come undone. He follows.

***

Later that night you return to Freddy’s.

Your stepfather leads you by the hand into a security office. There are stacks of monitors on the desk. You look a question at him.

“You’ve got to wait here for your surprise, okay?” He drags a large hardback chair from the corner of the room into the center. You sit. He loosens his tie and wraps it around your head, blindfolding you. You’d been wondering why he’d dressed up today. “No peaking,” he whispers beside your ear.

“Okay, Daddy.”

A few minutes go by. A few more. You squirm a little in your seat. You hear footsteps, but they’re not like Steve’s. These are heavy sounding. Metallic. You can hear mechanical joints whirring with each step.

“Daddy?”

“It’s okay, baby girl.” His voice sounds different. As if it’s being processed through something artificial. Modulated. You feel his hand on your cheek. That, at least, seems normal. Then it’s just as quickly replaced with a larger one. Cold. Steel or something like it. “Stand up for me, Princess.”

You rise to your feet uncertainly.

“Turn around. Hold onto the chair here. Now bend over. That’s it. Lift up your skirt, sweet girl.”

You obey with trembling hands. You feel the metal hand grab your panties and pull. They surrender instantly beneath the force he’s exerting, torn from your body. You can feel the air on your exposed pussy. The unencased hand caresses your cheek. A quick drag through your arousal. You whimper and squirm. You hear a foreign sound. A compartment opened? You’re still struggling to process what’s happening.

The metal hand rests on your lower spine. You shiver. Then you feel Steve’s cock plunge into your sex.

“Daddy…” It’s not just his erection pressing into you. He’s wearing something. Something soft draped over something unyielding. It’s fur touching your skin. Artificial fur, like the plush bunny you’d masturbated with the other night. He was wearing one of the animatronic suits.

“—Wait, Daddy, no. The springlocks—”

“It’s okay baby. I know what I’m doing…mmm….ah. You feel so good. You’re so wet for your Daddy…” He begins pumping into you hard and fast. He likes wearing the suit, you realize. It’s erotic for him. “You like it, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You’re not entirely sure how you feel about it. It is kind of hot, but you’re worried about his safety. It seems like an awful lot of risky movement. You don’t really understand how the springlocks work, but you think they weren’t meant for this level of activity.

“Baby,” he says.

“I’m worried,” you admit.

He sighs, the noise strange in whatever headpiece he’s wearing. “Alright. Let’s try this then. Straighten up. Take a step over here. That’s it. Step out of your shoes. I’m going to sit down. I want you to climb into my lap. But facing away from me. Okay?”

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“Yes, I suppose you can.”

You pull the tie off.

There’s a seven foot tall yellow rabbit standing in front of you.

The costume has seen better days. There are rents in the fabric and deep gouges in the metal in places. Part of one ear is missing. The teeth that are meant to be parted in a perpetual smile seem more like a rictus grin. The eyes are bright white lights. You know exactly why he’d wanted you blindfolded. It was more than a little intimidating.

You watch as he presses something on the side of the headpiece and lifts it free, setting it on the desk nearby. His hair is damp. It must be hot inside the suit. He sits in the chair with more grace than you would have thought possible give how cumbersome the robotic suit looked.

“Come give me a kiss, baby girl.” You much prefer this voice. His own face. You bend and kiss his mouth. “Ride my cock.”

You’re not sure about it. It takes some maneuvering. Trying to balance yourself, especially facing away from him. You bare feet dig into the furry thighs. The metal hand braces you against the torso of the suit. The plastic buttons meant to simulate formal attire press into you. Steve’s hand assists you in aiming his cock into your pussy. You’re nearly there. You lower yourself slightly. One foot slips and his cock is buried in you.

“Fuck, baby girl,” your stepfather hisses at the feeling of being fully inside you again. You push yourself up, then back down again. The artificial hand holding you helps you maintain your balance, aids in your movement. You’re starting to get into a rhythm.

You’re starting to enjoy it.

The places where the fur touches your bare skin. The places where the metal presses warmly against you. It is like fucking a giant stuffed animal after all.

“Daddy…it feels good…”

“I knew you’d like it, Princess. I know what my little girl needs.”

You continue to impale yourself on his cock. The metal hand across your chest moves to your breasts, sliding inside your shirt to touch them. You wonder wildly in a lust filled moment if he could fuck you with those metal digits or if it would ruin the suit.

His encased hips snap upward. It’s starting to be a lot of movement again. You should be more cautious. But it feels too good now. You’re keening and mewling when you shove yourself onto him. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy, I’m…Daddy…” You make good on your promise. Steve grunts, hips stuttering and you feel him spill inside you.

***

You’re seated in the car outside of the closed restaurant. There’s a foreign taste to your stepdad’s throat. From the mascot suit, you think. Metallic. Musty. Something old that’s been waiting for a long time to be rediscovered.

“You had a good time, baby?”

Your lips part from his neck and you nod, smiling. The smile wavers when you think about how tomorrow is the last night of the weekend. You’ll have to get up early for school. You’ll have to be away from him the entire day. And in another week, your mother will return.

“What’s wrong?”

Your face is such an open book. “I’m just thinking about how fast this week went by. And before you know it another will pass. And then…”

“I’m not giving you up. You’re mine. That’s not going to change.” He reaches for one of your hands and squeezes it.

“But…but how will we…what are going to do?”

“I don’t know yet,” he replies. “I’ll figure something out.”

You don’t see how. He’s married to your mother. It’s really as simple as that. Your only other option is to try to sneak around. Risk getting caught. And then what?

“Princess. It’s not for you to worry about, okay? Like the springlocks. You need to trust me.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, either.” He leans over to kiss you. First a chaste brush. Feather light. Then firmer. Your pussy tingles again. Forever hungry for him, never sated.

He exits the car and you follow. Lays you out on the hood. Licks you until you climax again. You wonder if he can smell the suit on you; taste it.

He kisses your mouth before you leave the parking lot and you have your answer.

***

Sunday morning. You’ve slept in. You stretch languidly. Arms, legs, toes curling and uncurling. Steve reaches for you beneath the covers. Starts tickling you and you squirm and weakly try to get away. You like being caught. He pins you beneath him and grins.

You think you hear the front door open and close. No, that’s impossible.

The smile on your lover’s face evaporates.

“Hey, where is everyone?”

Your mother’s voice calling up the stairs.

She’s home early.

***

William’s blood runs cold. Why was your mother back a week early? Robbing him of the extra time alone with you. He lays a finger against your lips. Sees your eyes widen. Panicked. “Go into the bathroom.”

You nod, sliding out of bed. You’ve got panties and one of Steve’s shirts on.

“And take that off!” He hisses. You fish around in the hamper looking for something that’s yours. He’d been planning on doing laundry today.

You just manage to make it into the adjoining bathroom when your mother enters the master bedroom. He evades most of a kiss by pleading morning breath.

“You slept in late. I’ve never seen you in bed at this hour.”

“Yeah, I was tired. What are you doing back so early?” He tries to make his voice light. Tries to make it not sound like an accusation.

“One of the other women had to leave early. The mood kind of shifted after that. Susan’s mother just got diagnosed with cancer with mets to the bone. Just didn’t feel right staying…”

Afton stops listening, murmuring noncommittal sounds of sympathy. He thinks he hears the faucet running.

“Where’s my daughter?”

“Uh, I think I hear her in the bathroom.”

“I wouldn’t mind a shower myself after breakfast. I didn’t bother with it this morning. You could join me…” Her hand strokes along her husband’s chest, trailing lower. His cock is still thinking about her daughter. “Steve! You did miss me, didn’t you?”

He sits up, moving his body away from her questing fingers. “We shouldn’t…she’s right there,” he says quietly, nodding towards the bathroom door.

His wife sighs. “Alright. Later then. I’m going to pop in to say hi and then I’ll make us all breakfast. Okay?”

“Sure, sounds great.”

His knuckles blanch around a fistful of sheets.

***

You can hear your mother and stepfather’s conversation. You press a hand to your mouth when you realize she’s touching him.

Your eyes fall to the tray on the counter where the wedding band still lies. You tuck it inside the medicine cabinet behind a bottle of cough syrup. You begin brushing your teeth. Scrub until your gums bleed. Rinse and spit out. Look at your reflection in the mirror.

“Honey, can I come in?”

“Um, I'm getting ready to jump in the shower. I’ll be out soon.”

“Just a quick hug? I miss you.” Your mother enters without waiting for a reply. “How’s my girl?”

“Yeah, good. Welcome home.” You hug her stiffly.

“Thanks, sweetheart. It’s good to be back. I’m going to get started on breakfast, okay?”

“Sounds good.” You try and fail at a smile.

She pauses by the door. “You shouldn’t walk around the house like that. What if Steve saw? We talked about this.”

“Sorry. Forgot.” The door closes and tears immediately begin spilling down your cheeks.

The adjoining door reopens and Steve closes it hurriedly behind him.

“Baby girl…” His thumb swipes at the tears.

“That’s it. It’s over. I can’t…” You’re trying to be quiet but you hiccup a sob.

“No, baby girl.”

You open the medicine cabinet and retrieve the wedding band. “You have to put this back on. I have to go hide the roses. I don’t know if there’s anything else left out that shouldn’t be seen…”

”Princess. Calm down. Look at me.”

You shake your head. You take his left hand in yours and begin sliding the ring back in place. Pause and lift tear stained lashes. “I do.”

A shuddering sigh. His palm cups your cheek. “I’m not letting you go.” He captures your lips. His hands grasp your waist and he sits you on the counter. Already moving your panties aside and pulling his cock free of his pajama pants.

“Daddy…”

He pushes into you. Clamps a hand over your mouth as he fucks into you rough and hard. You nod your understanding and he uncovers your mouth again. Your eyes keep going to the adjoining door, the one that doesn’t have a lock. Steve bites down on your shoulder. Sucks until the fragile vessels beneath the skin burst. Marking you.

You knot your fingers in his hair. “I love you,” you whisper.

He marks you inside, claiming what’s his.

[hotpinkboots]

Now this may be a little gross. Not in a like weird way (You know exactly what I’m talking about) but some gore. If you don’t want to do this ask I understand. ❤️

Now can we get Springtrap X Reader who is a complete wuss. Like they’re scared of bugs, hates being dirty, hates blood etc.

And Springtrap LOVES grossing them out and seeing their reaction. He finds it hilarious. Like just imagine this.

Y/N: *Screaming over a bug*

Springtrap: *Picks it up.*

Y/N: “Oh thank you so much Springy-“

Springtrap: *Eats bug.*

Y/N: “I- ewwww!”

Springtrap: *Smiles* “Now, want a kiss darling?”

Y/N: “NOOOOOO!”

Springtrap: *Starts chasing them around*

Can I also be your 💌 Anon?

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~𝔖𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭 x Skittish!Reader Headcanons~

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WELCOME, 💌ANON :D

~Enjoy~

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𝔖𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭

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~Oh you just KNOW he'd do this exact thing.

~Then afterwards he'd ask for a kiss.

~And he's got a bunch of bug guts and legs in his teeth.

~Or, he may just straight up stare at you from around the corner like a little creep to spook you further while there's a roach on the ground.

~Just to be a jerk y'know

~Hating blood is just something he gets a kick out of.

~He's...well. Him. So, blood is something he enjoys.

~He loves to see it splatter on the walls. He loves to hear it splat to the floor. He loves the crimson shade.

~So, naturally, he's going to think you're so cute for hating it.

~Springtrap is NOT your ideal if you hate getting dirty LOL HE'S DISGUSTING

~Going in for a big bunny hug? You're getting dirt and some form of mold slime all over you.

~Trying to kiss his cheek? Let's hope maggots don't get in your mouth.

~Luckily, he has to be cleaned up for people to legally come into the Fazbear's Fright attraction, otherwise the filth is a complete health hazard towards everybody around.

~While he's still old and dusty, Springs will at least get polished up a bit.

~Absolutely adores teasing you, grossing you out, and scaring you.

~He's so mean about it, and then he'll turn right around and comfort you with a hug

~But there's a 50/50 chance that he's holding something that'll scare you behind your back, so that when you turn around after the hug, there's some sort of jumpscare in your face.

~Of course, he'll be a soft bun later and will coo at you and give you pats on the head (the pats are a bit too rough, he just likes to see your hair ruffle).

~You're the only person in the entire world who likes him💀So he'll make it up to you later by being cuddly.

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[sw33t-d1vine]

Can you do Springtrap kinda brooding about his death and lack of humanity, but then you do something that makes his dead heart beat even once so he knows he'll be ok<3

“ Moment ”

Springtrap x GN!reader

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Springtrap is ranting to you about how he hated being dead. You made a move, making his dead heart beat again.

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(A/N) he’s so silly arghh i love him. ty for the request anon !!🤍

Being basically dead was something Springtrap despised. He hated it. It was disgusting and he couldn’t do anything about. It was his punishment.

Springtrap would always rant to you about this, how he hated being stuck in this rotting suit. He didn’t like the pizzeria either. He couldn’t leave. How could he? He would get caught and given weird look.

You always listened to Springtrap and his complaints. You didn’t mind it at all, watching him talk and babble while you sat in front of him.

Today, he was doing just that.

“Bloody hell, the suit still goes off on its own too!” Springtrap grumbled, rolling his eyes. You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him, “Does it play music or something?” You asked. You’ve never seen it act up before.. Maybe it was a rare thing.

“Talking and music, yes. It’s very much annoying.” Springtrap sighed, “But there isn’t much I can do about it, yeah?” He grunted, crossing his arms.

You felt bad for him, really. He was trapped in that suit and in this pizzeria.. Nothing to do, not aware of what was happening outside, and lonely. He was lucky you found him. He would’ve probably went insane if you hadn’t. You were his only company now, and he enjoyed every moment of it.

“I’m sorry there isn’t much I can do.” You frowned, shifting onto your knees. “I do hope my company is enough though.” You got up, dusting off the dirt from your clothes.

Springtrap watched. He would frown if he could, knowing you were leaving. “Don’t worry about it, doll. There isn’t anything you can do when I’m already dead.” He laughed bitterly.

You sighed, but gave him a small smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Spring.” You grabbed your back, looking down at him. Pausing, you thought to yourself, before leaning down and giving him a kiss on his “cheek”.

Springtraps eyes went wide, watching you pull away and wave with a smile, before leaving. For a moment, it felt like his dead, cold heart had beat. He blinked his eyes, before letting out a chuckle.

He’ll be okay..

[biggestxsimps]

Late Night Duties

Human!Monty Gator x Dom Male Reader

A/N: Here’s the Monty fic as voted on! I hope this is fine. This is a lime, so it stops a little before the full on smut as I’m not comfortable going to those lengths right now.

Y/N walked around, patrolling the rather darker side of the pizza plex. He had been given the position of being one of the night guards here. Knowing the history of all the other Freddy Fazbear franchises, he wanted to see if all the commotion over children going missing was real. Which he had soon learnt was pretty real, he experienced a not so nice encounter with Springtrap and a possessed Monty.

That night, the (H/C) haired male was backed against the wall by Monty, the other male looking at his boyfriend with a lustful expression. It was certainly a change of events when Monty started whining and whimpering about wanting to be railed right there on the spot. 

Anyhow, he shrugged off that thought. Once his boyfriend returned to normal, it was a slightly awkward encounter. Ever since then, Y/N would tease the shorter male about it, loving his flustered face.

He headed towards Monty’s attraction, wanting to go see what his lover was up to. He walked out of the elevator, glancing around, seeing Monty cleaning up some of the clubs. Y/N walked over, a sly smirk upon his face as he grabbed Monty’s shoulder, pushing him against the wall gently.

Monty gasped, dropping the club in the process as he sucked in a breath, his cheeks heating up when he noticed how close the other was to him. “What yer’ doin’ here, scarin’ me like that, idiot.” He grumbled, his scarlet eyes keeping a strong gaze on Y/N through his star shaped glasses.

Y/N leaned in, chuckling softly. “I just wanted to come visit my boyfriend, have some fun with him. Is that such a crime..?” he whispered, his free hand keeping a tight grip on Monty’s slim waist. He looked down at his neck, pulling his shirt to the side slightly, noticing his marks fading. He leaned in, kissing Monty’s neck gently, biting at his skin gently.

Monty shook his head slightly, letting out a soft groan as he attacked his neck. He tilts his head to the side, allowing the other to do as he pleased. Small whimpers fell from his lips as he felt his boyfriend start to rub his crotch over his jeans. “Jesus christ, please baby..quit ‘yer teasin’..” he mumbled slowly, already running out of breath. 

“Beg for it, Darling~.” His voice spoke out raspy, making Monty break out into a blush.

He leaned back into the wall as Y/N pressed up against him with a smirk, pulling back from his neck. “Please, please stop with ‘yer teasin’. Do whatever you want, I won’t complain..I swear by it.” he responds, his voice slightly shaky.

“You’re doing great...” he hummed lightly, Y/N unzipping the other's pants, holding onto the waistband of Monty’s jeans, not pulling them down just yet. His free hand gripping his chin gently, pressing a passionate kiss against his lips whilst his other hand started to slowly slide his jeans off.

Monty stopped him for a moment, grabbing his hand gently. “There’s bots and cameras everywhere..couldn’t risk ‘ya loosen ‘yer job.” he mumbled, leading his boyfriend to a room nearby. Once in the room, he was getting impatient, immediately kicking his jeans off, throwing them somewhere around the room. He couldn’t care less right now, he was just desperate for his lover. He immediately started to undo Y/N’s shirt, letting out a small huff, struggling with the buttons because of his longer nails. He definitely grew impatient as Y/N just stood there, amused watching as he struggled.

Masterlist

- Written by Owner 2

[rabbitjaws]

can you give my spouse springtrap a kiss on the cheek for me im busy rn and i can tend to him, i see your a fellow springtrap counissoer

Please save him im kind of awful

[unclekaz]

GUESS WHOS BACK. anyways i like thinking about bringing springtrap to places. like yeah he would definitely cause some public ire if he just was out and about, but i like the idea of getting in your car and pulling the passenger seat back so he can fit inside too, and just driving around the town. springtrap gets to enjoy things like not so good radio music, the sensation of nighttime cool air flowing on his fur, the soothing atmosphere of glowing neon signs and street lights. maybe you decide to park at a restaurant so you could get something to bring home for yourself but springtrap is genuinely terrified that someone would see him so you decide to calm his worries by giving him a little kiss on the cheek and to hit the horn if anything happens. domestic fluff scenarios are so fun (:

[h0lyr1chex]

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗨𝘀

||𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲|| - Springtrap / William Afton

𝗦𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀 - You’re a professional boxer training at a local gym while ur husbands watching. But all of a sudden… 𝙒𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙋𝙎!! An accident… what happened?? What 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 happen??

⚠️!𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡!⚠️

⚠️!unfinished!⚠️

Words:

!!𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂!! Smut, brat-taming, Degradation, groping, possessive behavior,

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this is my first time writing any type of fic so please enjoy!!

Thump!

Your opponent drops to the floor while you’re on the side of the ring settling in your victory as beads of sweat drip off your skin. Sliding out of the ring, you head towards your husband standing on the sidelines holding your water bottle. You take the water almost chugging half of the liquid inside.

“Thanks Will”

“[name] we should go home, we’ve been here for almost 5 hours. You shouldn’t overwork yourself…” William looks at you with a worried face.

You look at him back, “I’m fine, I was planning on leaving soon anyways. Just one more match and we can go home” Without giving him a chance to say anything, you place the bottle down and walk back to the ring. You feel shivers up your body as if you could feel William staring daggers into your back, but you brush it off anyways.

In the ring, you take your stance.

‘Remember what to do [name], just don’t get distra-‘

Bam!

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when all of a sudden your body gets slammed to the ground. You feel someone’s lips laid onto yours. Quickly, you try to get up but something is holding you down. You look down to see your opponents hands gripping on your waist. “Dude get off the match is over!!” You shout. “Oh- sorry”. Once the weight is off your body you get up quickly and look over to your husband. Your heart drops when you see the raging look in his eyes. ‘Oh god I’m in trouble…’

…

The car ride was awkwardly silent… Your eyes lay onto his hands gripping the wheel. He notices your staring and turns his eyes towards you, as you quickly turn your head towards your window. ‘oh wow the stars look awfully nice tonight’

“Talk to me [name]” William says with deep voice.

“I don’t know what you want me to say” you spit back, still staring out the window.

William let’s out a groan, almost sounding like a growl. His foot accelerates on the gas slowly, almost going 85mph in a 60. He noticed you shifting in your seat uncomfortably so he gradually slows down to the speed limit.

“I’m sorry darling, I guess I overreacted a bit… the way he put his hands on you just made me… *sigh* upset..”

You tried to keep in your laugh still looking away but a slight giggle comes out. He turns to look at you and you freeze up. “Are you laughing at me??” He turns to you. Slowly, you look back at him with a smirk on ur face “Well, your just so cute when ur mad!” You say teasingly. He gives a a small glare, eyes looking back to the road while letting out a groan. You, noticing the blush on his face so you decide to tease him more.

“Awww is Will-y mad?? Would you like Mommy/Daddy to give you a hug??” You say smirking as your face draws closer to his, eyes still staring at the road.

“Stop that.” William says, faces glowing more like a strawberry every second.

“What??? Does Will-y pookie honeybun sugar pie cutsie wootsy bear not want any hugs from Mommy/Daddy??”

“Stop.”

Still giggling, you kiss him on the cheek and lean back over into your seat noticing the slight smile on his face.

After a few minutes sitting in comfortable silence, you decide to break it. Smirking.

“So… if you’re still jealous, I have a little idea to burn the stress off”

…

“W-wait Will, slow down!!” Beads of sweat are collecting on your forehead while your chest is rapidly going up and down.

“You can do it darling, just a little more” William states, also breathing heavily.

“P-please! I cant g-go anymore!”

“Alright then, we’ve only been running for 35 minutes, we have 25 more to go [name]” William says, while sitting next to you on the bench.

A/n: Hmm y’all were expecting something else weren’t yuh?👀 GET UR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER🤨

You and William are currently at the park taking a jog. A very regretful decision

*Gosh, IM the professional boxer not him.. Why does he have more stamina than me!?* Lost in your train of thought, still cooling off on the bench sitting next to your husband.

“You know, this was YOUR idea [name]” William stares at you with an unimpressed look.

“Yeah I know… i should’ve never brought that stupid idea up in the car anyways” You say with crossed arms as you huff and turn to the side, not being able to look at how stunning your husband looks even after running for so long.

*Why did I have to bring it up…*. Your words of “if you’re still jealous, I have a little idea to burn the stress off” kept on replaying over and over. Every replay makes you regret saying it more and more.

“Well, can’t take it back now. How else are we gunna get back” William says still staring at you

You hear a group of kids coming your way. Once they came in view you see them giggling while playing with toy figures. Looking away you notice William looking at them with a weird look on his face. Then it clicked.

“William.” You say with a disappointing look

Finally looking back to you once the kids were out of view, a scowl plastered onto his face. “ What’s that look for huh?”

“ You KNOW what I mean Will.” Still staring daggers into his voided eyes. He sighs and looks a way, looking a little disappointed. But oh well, I don’t think anyone wants to be on the news tonight.

Suddenly, an idea pops into ur head, “ Hey! How about you carry me back!” Your face lights up with excitement, followed by you jumping up from your seat. Looking back over to you, William notices your face and body language become excited in merely seconds. In results to this, he sighed. “ Fine.” His head slumps over lazily as he felt he had no choice. I mean, who could say no to [name] anyways?

Getting up from the bench, he bends over slightly, motioning his hands behind his back telling you to get on. Giggly uncontrollably, you quickly jump onto him. Body’s colliding together making you blush. A few seconds go by, waiting for William to adjust to the newly added weight on his back. Now, ready to start walking, you place your head onto his shoulder, humming out of boredom. ‘I can wait to get out of here…’

…

You’re finally in the car now, almost falling asleep. But instead, someone decided to interrupt that. “So love, sorry for the late notice. I have a work meeting today so you’ll have to be home alone. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Well duhhh ofc, im not a little kid. I’ll be just fine”. A little sass coming from your tone. Nothing William hasn’t depth with before. “Alright then, Ik you get a little clingy sometimes so I asked cuz Ik you’d probably be lonely”. You scoff, rolling your eyes, “pfft you act like I’d die if you left me for a few hours”

…

And here you were… sitting on your living room couch staring at the wall.. William left for work 40 minutes ago. You couldn’t have been more bored, not being able to annoy and love at the moment.

‘guess he was right huh..’ looking to the side with a pouty face ‘he’s not the only thing that can keep me occupied anyways’ The sass came out again since your talk in the car, while your getting up looking for something to KEEP you occupied.

So then, a few minutes have passed from your journey scouting for excitement.

10 more minutes

The sound waves of the doorbell ringing follows into your ear. Excitingly skipping to the door to see you lovely husband. You opened the door with a smile on your face

And 20

Then 40.

Going onto an hour and a half…

Ding Dong!!

“Hi wil-! Huh?”

“Hey..”

“Oh, hi”

It wasn’t William who was at the door.. It was the guy you last dueled with. ‘Why is he at my front door?’ You’re mind wanders until you get pulled back into reality, almost forgetting who was in front of you at this very moment.

“Hey uhm, I didn’t get to apologize at the gym since you left so quickly. So I wanted to make a formal apology”

“Oh uhh.. yeah sure come in..”

Opening the door wide to let him in. Closing the door after him you follow him to the living room and allow him to sit on the couch. After he sits down you ask, “uhm can I get you something to drink? We have.. juice, milk, tea, coffee-“

“Just water is fine.”

A few minutes go by and you’re now sitting across from him while he’s sipping his glass of water. Putting down the glass, both of each other waiting for the other to say something while sitting in an uncomfortable silence.

“You know I-“

“I just want you to know that-“

You both cut each other off

“You go first-“

“You go first-“

You sigh out of impatience your leg starts to bounce.

“Okay I’ll go first then.. look, I’m sorry about what happened at the gym. I really didnt mean to grab or kiss you like that. Ik it made not only you, but your husband uncomfortable aswell. And for that please accept my humble apologies”

He stands up and bows at a 90° angle. Surprised of the formality you quickly stand up waving your hands.

“ Omg no no no, it’s really not that big of a deal and I totally get that it was an accident so there no need for such formality!”

“But-“

“Really! It’s fine I totally get it!”

“Okay if you say so… uhm it’s getting late now I should go. If I stay too long your husband might get the wrong idea too heh..”

“Oh uhm yeah o-of course! Here I’ll walk you out!”

“Okay”

You both get out until you reach the door, opening it only to find-

“William? WILLIAM!”

You jumped onto him hugging him around his neck, finally gathering in your husbands warmth you oh so longed for.

“Why is HE here?”

Completely forgetting about what just happened, you stand back up from the realization of the situation your in. ‘Oh god this does not look good for me’

“Oh well he just came to-“

“Out. Now.”

“Sorry sir this a completely misunderstanding I was just apologiz-“

“NOW.”

Feeling the shivers from his back the guy finally leaves, too scared to feel the wrath of your husband. As he’s leaving, William backs you into the house and closes the door behind him. Every time you try to explain the situation he gets even more angrier.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Knowing you don’t have but one say in this conversation you accept your fate and lead yourself up to the bedroom. Now inside your bedroom with William right behind you he harshly pushes the door shut and slams you onto to the bed “w-wait William- mmh slow down!” You try to talk but it’s kinda hard when your husbands tongue is down your throat. “Shut it and behave like the good boy/girl you are” He ravishes his hands along your sides he begins to strip yourself of your clothes. Feeling his hands on your body makes you feel like your in the sky despite the amount of times you’ve already done it with him. After ridding you of your clothes he pushes you up to the headboard and paints your neck with hickeys. You moan as he his your soft spot and dig your fingers in his hair. “Fuck you taste so good” He stops when you suddenly hear the metal on his belt coming undone as he begins to take his pants off. His pants are finally off when his cock springs up. You stare at it drooling as if you’ve never seen it before and look up at William only to find him still with a scowl on his face. “I’ll show who you belong to” He grabs your waist hard enough to bruise and slams himself inside you. You yelp out of surprise and start moaning excessively as William rapidly slams into you without giving you a second to adjust.

[askfoxythejokerfox]

A Interview With Foxy The Joker Fox

*Security guard: *into a recorder before starting the interview with Foxy* i am with subject 87 also known as Foxy The Pirate or real name Brandon.

Security guard:*clears throat nervously* u-um c-can you understand me at all?

Foxy The Joker: of course i can understand you dumbass 

Security guard: *chuckling nervously* um s-so um mr Foxy are you aware at all to who you were before you died?

Foxy The Joker: *takes out her cigrete and lights it as she takes in a puff and puffs the smoke in the security guards face* yes hun and also it’s MRS Foxy im trans *points to her transgender flag pin on her suit* and also since im happily married to the love of my life Springtrap

Security Guard: o-oh! im so sorry Mrs foxy heh i do highly support the LGBTQ group and congrats on your marriage btw

Foxy The Joker: thanks hun honest *smiles softly as she smokes her cigarette* but the answer to your question darling is yes i do remember who i was and i know exactly to what happened...

Security Guard: oh? what do you exactly remember to how you died or who killed you?

Foxy The Joker: *lets out a soft sigh and tears up slightly* well my real name was Brandon as you know...but my parents took me to this place back when i was 10 years old for my 10th birthday. i was playing around with this Ghostbusters arcade game as everyone knows im a huge Ghostbusters nut heh

Security Guard: oh heh yeah that is an amazing movie *smiles and makes a funny remark* Who Ya Gonna Call?

Foxy The Joker: *smiles and says in a girly tone* GHOSTBUSTERS! 

*both the Security Guard and Foxy The Joker laugh a bit at the joke*

Foxy The Joker: *sighs as she takes another puff of her cigarette* but jokes aside i was playing this arcade i forgot which one it was as this was a long time ago heh but this strange man dressed in a bunny suit lored me into the back promising me he had a TONE of goodies and tokens and other arcade games in the back so i followed him in believing his lies...what a fool i was...*sighs* and the rest well it’s disturbing...

Security Guard: how so? 

Foxy The Joker: *sighs* hun really honestly it’s disturbing...but if you really want to know *sighs* he stabbed me over 15 fucking times in a row ripped my intestines out and stuffed my body in this GOD DAMNED SUIT!! 

Security Guard: *gets up and slowly reaches for his tazer*

Foxy The Joker: *laughs hysterically* relax honey i was just joking but for real tho he did stuffed me in this fucking body i felt the first 4 stabs but then the rest went...numb...it turned black and then i remember waking up in this thing...

Security Guard: o-oh im so sorry...*gulps nervously and sits down* soo whats with the name Foxy The Joker and why do you wear that clown makeup?

Foxy The Joker: well due to my death and remebering everything it turned me...INSANE! and with the make up it’s to cover up how i really look like *smiles softly*

Security Guard: o-oh? 

Foxy The Joker: *nods softly as a light was illuminating her as she takes her cloth and washes her make up off as she scooches closer to the security guard revealing 2 very large and deep heath ledger like scars on both of her cheeks forming a huge permanent smile* see? *giggles softly in a creepy way*

Security Guard: *face turns pale white* o-ok s-so um a-are you a hero o-or a villian to G-Gotham? a-as t-th-there has be-been a lo-lot of rep-reports of m-murders happening i-in Gotham *gulps nervously*

Foxy The Joker: *grins to this question* im an anti hero hun the GCPD can kiss my animatronic arse to be honest as i do protect Gotham from these so called criminals of Gotham City i only kill as a last resort as mostly the criminals i fought were sent to jail anonymously but the ones who i murdered were mostly rapists or murderers or they left me no choice.

Security Guard: ah ok then so um your relationship with Springtrap um how’s that? and do you know he’s the one who murdered you?

Foxy The Joker Fox: *sighs softly as she puts her cigarette out* yes i know he’s the bastard who killed me and my parents but things changed ever since me freddy and the others killed the bastard and set him in that springlock suit as when he died and was trapped inside that thing for all eternity he changed...i forgave him for everything and we became friends and then afterwords we became in love heh...then the day 4 years ago to be precise he asked my hand or hook *chuckles softly* in marriage...despite what anyone says about him i love him to death he is and always will be my babe to me *blushes softly and looks at her heart shape locket that holds a picture of Foxy and Springtraps marriage*

Security Guard: aww that sounds sweet and i do bet you 2 make a wonderful coupe together *smiles softly still nervous* 

Foxy The Joker: *smiles and giggles softly* YES....yes we do...

Security Guard: *to recorder interview with subject 87 went surprisingly well does not seems to be a major threat twords normal people and does surprisingly has a heart for others tho she does seems to be a major threat twords criminals but that is due to the fact they claim to be an anti hero this may be because due to the disseperence of The Batman also known as Bruce Wayne she has taken the role of Batman or the Joker to try to stop the crime waves that has been going on in Gotham City. Ending To Interview with subject 87.

[justladders]

Can I kiss your Springtrap on the cheek?

(I love your art <33 and sorry if this was already requested)

immediately following [this one]

[oftenwantedafton]

Vent - Steve Raglan/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Reader

Chapters 21-23

Rating - Explicit

Warning for sexual content, blood and violence

Also available on AO3 Chapter 21 | 22 | 23

Chapter 21 ~ fracture ~

William’s always been a light sleeper.

He’s well aware when you leave his bed, hearing the sound of you using the bathroom, then your footsteps receding down the hall.

He’s just about to get up and follow you when the soft tred of your bare feet alerts him that you’ve returned to the bedroom. There’s a slight creak when you step on a loose section of subflooring. He leans over and switches the bedside lamp on. You halt when you reach his side of the bed, your thighs tantalizingly bare beneath the unbuttoned shirt you’re wearing—his shirt, he realizes—the book clutched between your fingers carefully set down on the narrow margin of space between his body and the edge of the mattress, the cover peeled back and that name—the one he’d been so carefully concealing—clearly printed there.

“Is this…are you William Afton?” Your voice is so quiet, as if your lungs have no air to push the words out.

He could lie. He could make up some excuse about the name in every book of classic literature in the library stamps from someone else, the volumes acquired en masse as a collection. He could deny that name, suprising himself when he doesn’t.

“Yes.” He sits fully upright, flinging the sheet and comforter off of his naked body.

“Why did you lie?”

“I told you, the restaurant owner’s reputation was ruined. My reputation. It was easier this way.” He stands and you take a step back. “You’re going to keep my secret, right? Isn’t that what best friends do?” He touches your cheek, your breath sucked in harshly when that hand slides down, a slow trek over your jaw and neck before easing further along and dipping beneath the edge of the shirt to touch the curve of one breast. “You want it to reopen as much as I do, don't you? It’s where you belong. By my side.” A calloused scrape along the skin of your abdomen, palm seating against your hip. “Isn’t that what you want?” You’d been so gray when he’d first met you. Just wasting away, last summer’s fading flower. Ignored, unwanted. Drifting without purpose.

And now look at you: a quiet mouse vibrant and blossoming. Look at what he’s done for you. Your schoolwork. Applying for college. He’s given you purpose. Doesn’t it cancel out the rest? Doesn’t it count for something? Why did it matter? He takes what he wants. He doesn’t need a conscience. He doesn’t need that damned rabbit.

Why did it feel so good to call you a friend? His best. His only.

The way you look at him as you agree to keep his secret. The fear and uncertainty and desire. The never ending hunger. He knows it too well. He feels it; a gnawing well in the pit of his stomach; a raw ache in his chest, in the hollow shape you fill so perfectly.

No. I don’t want to feel this.

You surrender to his mouth, to the hands that shove and make you bare beneath him on the bed.

Your kisses almost fill the fractured places.

Chapter 22 ~ opening day ~

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is officially open for business.

The community surrounding it shows signs of new life, the mayor’s promise kept. You see the homes no longer left to decay. The roads are clean, the street lamps fully powered with fresh, cheerful lighting. There’s a new convenience store and a laundromat and the grocery store has just announced it will be reopening soon. The public transit now services this part of Hurricane in its schedule, adding daily infusions of new visitors.

It’s warm and humid out. Summer came so much faster than spring. William’s car doesn’t have air conditioning. The windows are rolled down. You taste the perspiration when you kiss, the salt mixing with the sweet lollipop he’s been sucking on. He pushes it between your lips and the orange flavor dances on your tongue.

You’re almost finished high school. The best academic year you’ve ever had. Amazing what happens when someone takes an interest. Your parents are still oblivious. There’s never been a curfew; no need when there’s no concern for the individual. They don’t care when you return home. Maybe not if you return at all. They don’t question your late night excursions. They don’t know about the birth control pills tucked inside your nightstand or the first acceptance letter that’s already made it’s way to your address. The secrets pile up and your best—worst? People at work certainly knew. And the neighbors surely have seen something by now—kept secret now licks his way back into your mouth.

“We’re going to be late,” you warn him. You know where this is heading. The same place it always does.

“I think the manager will allow it.” You feel his smile before he eases back into his seat with a sigh. The camel shaded vinyl seating squeaks in protest. You pass the candy back to him. “You ready?”

You nod. Your shirt is plastering to your lower spine already. You don’t know how your employer tolerates the long sleeves. You suppose he has no choice, really. The stares and explanations must be tiresome. Better to just conceal the truth.

You’re both so good at it.

“Let’s go.”

***

There are opening day hiccups.

The air conditioning is broken. That’s the first problem William addresses, calling for a service technician. Someone’s neglected to shut the walk in freezer properly. Chica’s cupcake has been acting up, refusing to follow the programming it’s been given, the eyes wandering, mouth opening and closing at odd moments that are out of sync with its brethren. The insolent robot is going to be your next project.

And yet, in spite of all this, it’s a success. The dining room fills. The kitchen and wait staff struggle to keep up with the orders coming in. The arcade is noisy, filled with the electronic sounds of the games being played and the wooden balls careening towards the targets in the skee ball lanes. Talking and laughter. The music can’t even compete with all of it.

The owner stands with his arms folded just outside the employee doors, surveying the scenery. He’s actually done it. He’s brought the abandoned restaurant back from the dead.

Your eyes meet and you follow him back through the doors and down the corridor. The AC is mercifully back on. William shuts the manager’s office door behind you. You reach for his glasses and he shoves his hands inside your pants, disregarding the button and zipper. It’s a tight squeeze but his hand cups your sex and his finger slides through the slick of your arousal.

A knock on the door interrupts you and your employer hurriedly sinks into the seat behind the large steel desk, your own frame tucked neatly in the space between the drawers at either end.

“Come in.”

It’s the repair man, seeking a signature for the receipt.

“You’re going to have more problems with that in the future, just fair warning. The ductwork is really messed up, like something’s been moving around through it. You should probably have pest control have a look.”

William’s shoe is positioned directly beneath your crotch. He raises it slightly to stroke you with it and you clamp your hand over your mouth, trying to remain silent. “I’ll take that under advisement. Thank you for your prompt response.” The foot wedges tighter. Your thighs reflexively squeeze together.

“Would you mind showing me the way back out of here again? This place is kind of a maze.”

The manager sighs, legs shifting regretfully away. You hear the office door close and then open and close once again. You haven’t moved from your hiding place.

William sits back down, looking at you through heavy lidded eyes full of desire. The phone rings and he curses, his fist striking the desk blotter. “Later,” he promises, wheeling back so you have room to crawl back out and stand up. “After closing. Hello, this is Steve.” He cups his hand over the mouthpiece of the receiver and you steal a kiss before you go.

Chapter 23 ~ reign ~

Something’s been crawling through the vents.

The HVAC repair man had no idea how accurate that assessment was.

An animal, a pest, the yellow rabbit nuisance still scratches for freedom at random moments. William’s skin itches, a phantom ache to put the mascot suit on once more, the smell of the old restaurant so strong in that material, steeped in the very alloys and cables themselves. The must of decay and the musk of old blood and oh how he misses the feel of that, the sink of metal into soft flesh. So much blood for such small bodies. He’s so tempted to begin the work again, but it’s just too soon.

He thinks about carving your own pretty skin and that does things to him, his erection straining against his fly. He might not be able to wait until his promise of later with you. He’s got to calm down before he goes back out there.

He doesn’t want to kill you, but he wants to see the exact shade of ruby you leak. Longs to taste it; to show you the real magic of Freddy’s when he wakes the childrens’ slumbering spirits once more. He still has so much to teach you. Would you be his protégé? Would you willingly follow him down that dark path of violence and murder? Could he convince you to help him conceal the biggest of all his secrets?

Such a shame that the one he’d intended to take first had eluded him. She would have been lovely to have in his collection. He wonders where she is from time to time; if she’s grateful for the second chance at life she’d been given. Did she flourish or did she squander that gift?

The manager forces himself to take deep breaths in and out, letting his clothing loosen, his member soft and still again. He can wait until later. He has enough control over himself.

Just like he’ll wait for the blood and the magic and the power it will give him.

He returns to the dining room a few moments later and watches the empire he’s built prospering.

No one can upset his reign.

[hotpinkboots]

oh? only person who has literally ever done GOOD Scrap Baby content in the history forever?

can you do the character bingo thing w/Scrap Baby? (also Springtrap, and the Prince from aHiT?)

I luv your stuff so much. I feel like you're underrate queen,

+ UR HALLOWEEN THEME IS SO CUTE.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, AND THANK YOU, DARLING!!

AND OF COURSE!!! Character bingo is delightful :D

Scrap Baby (SCRAPPY?? 💜):

(I have every thought about her, I rotate her in my mind quite often. My adopted daughter. Kiss her cheek.)

Springtrap:

(Why am I the only person in the world who hates him 🤡)

The Prince:

(HE IS A SWEETIE. PERIOD.)

[mechieonu]

blooper reel

It starts like this:

The fire's roaring. There's smoke everywhere, enough to choke on it. Chance is laid out on the ground, and Mike looks up to see Springtrap dropping the vent cover and striding forward. Immediately, he catches Mike by the shoulders and keeps striding until his back hits the ladder, until the metal rungs ring sharp and painful.

Debris is falling around the both of them, whole layers of ceiling peeling away, plaster dust mingling with the smoke and setting along his shoulders like snowfall. But when he tries to break himself free, all he earns is what'll likely be a bruise on his shoulder to discover later. If there's a later.

Springtrap studies him, leans in close, too close, glowing eyes ticking over his features, and Mike has a terrible, terrible thought forming in the back of his head.

And then:

"Sooo," Mike says conversationally, as Springtrap's expression contorts instantly, "are we gonna kiss, or…?"

The rabbit stares. Mike makes a questioning gesture. And then, frustratedly, Springtrap groans and releases Mike, who's already starting to laugh.

"CUT!"

The set bell rings, the mics lift, the fire stops, and so does the falling ceiling.

"Oh my god." Springtrap tips his head forward onto Mike's shaking shoulder. "EVERY TIME."

"I—"

"EVERY TIME, THIS HAPPENS."

"Oh, come on," Mike laughs into his ash-powdered hand, "you've got to admit it was a little funny."

"No, no, it was," Springtrap agrees, straightening up. He steps aside briefly to allow a set aide to pass. "And that's why I hate it. This happened last time in the saferoom—"

Mike's grin is threatening to crack. "Oh no."

"—and you were trying to cut the cord," Springtrap continues, visibly struggling himself." And you dug through the neck the makeup artists had set up and you said, and I quote: 'Oh my god, it's slime?' in the most wholly affronted tone of voice, and when I said of course it's slime—

"—the mic had ended up too close, and it ended up projecting everything through the whole studio," Mike finishes, gasping. "And everyone heard it, It was on camera! And the look on your face—!"

They stare at each other for the better part of five seconds before dissolving into laughter. Mike doubles over, and Springtrap shakes his head, holding the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"The point," Springtrap tries to say, after they've both wrangled themselves into composure, "is that you have got to stop making me laugh on set. Now we've got to restart the fire, and—" The set director strides in, carefully patting a little more ash onto Mike's cheek and clothes. "Yes. That."

"Alright," Mike shrugs, but the corners of his lips are still up in a teasing curve. "I'll be sure to ash you next time."

"I hate you," Springtrap says.

"Love you too, man."