Like Rabbits
18+ MDNI
Springtrap x reader (No use of Y/N)
Summary: Dry humping with Springtrap and he’s mean about it.
Word Count: 1.1K
WARNINGS: HEAVY DUBCON, dry humping, teasing, physical harm, very light blood mention but still, breath play, physical domination, overstimulation, fem! Reader, Springtrap should be his own warning, he’s an asshole lmao
“Don’t tell me you actually thought you had a chance at escape, stupid brat—” he growled. The garbled static that followed his words dropped into a low rumble that vibrated deep within your chest.
The jagged segments of his fingers pressed against the back of your neck, stopping your thoughts before you could even begin to formulate a response. His matted, gritty fingers dug into the sides of your windpipe. The pressure refused to relent even as your body began to instinctively squirm. Springtrap was making it very clear just how easily he could snap your spine or crush your throat. And with how his hand was absentmindedly twitching, thumb almost softly tracing against the frantically fluttering artery in your neck, it seemed as though he was weighing his options.
After what felt like an eternity, he loosened his grip just enough to allow blood to rush back to your brain, leaving you reeling in disorientation. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden change in pressure, feeling your entire body shudder in response to being choked.
You barely had time to recover before you felt the synthetic, decayed fuzz of his massive hand wrapping around your face and roughly grabbing your cheeks. Forcing your lips into a helpless pout, he angled your head back, making you stare up at the towering animatronic caging you against the wall. His other hand traced down the curves of your body in a mockingly gentle manner before coming to rest firmly on your hip. With a sharp tug of his wrist, he pulled you flush against the cold front of his crotch plate, gripping you tightly enough to trap you in place.
Heat rushed to your cheeks as you were forced to endure his suffocating presence. The weight of his cold, mechanical stare had you wishing he would allow your focus to be anywhere but him. Unfortunately for you, the way your soft, timid eyes darted around his face drove him mad. Your struggling faltered slightly as he rocked his hips against yours, forcing a shaky whine from your lips as you tried to escape the gaze of the man—no, the thing—that had you pinned.
As you braced yourself against the wall, fighting your fearful elation, the shrieking crackle of his voice box sparking to life caused you to tremble. He lets out a low chuckle at your reaction, tilting his head slightly before lowering his face even further, filling your senses with nothing but him. When his body stills, he finally speaks.
“I’m feeling nice tonight. Lucky you~”
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭
XTRA EXPLICIT DRABBLE TERRITORY
-Springtraps mean and fucking insane, of course he loves dry humping.
-My version of Springtrap has a dick but he doesn’t always necessarily want to use it. More than anything, he’s just a massive sadist and could get off on simply killing the right person, but he’s also a big fan of displays of power and dominance.
-We could go into how this stems from his deep insecurities, but I’m here to fuck him not psychoanalytize him… yet…
-Anywho, he really loves to come up behind you and pin you against the nearest surface.
-He grabs you by the back of your neck and just manhandles the hell out of you.
-Once he’s got you in a position he thinks you look cute pathetic enough in, he just can’t help himself. If you try to complain he blames the entire thing on you. I mean clearly you did something and he’s not just in another one of his touch starved moods.
-Seeing you all helpless and scared but trying to act all tough beneath him gets his remnant filled veins pumping and… well he has to do something with all that energy.
-AKA, grinding his crotch plate against your panties until you’re desperately trying to crawl away from him.
-Springtrap it hilarious how helpless you are, smirking as you struggle beneath him only to wind up wasting your energy.
-You are NOT going to beat him in terms of stamina, he’s dead and hopped up on remnant. Cheater.
-The various layers peeled away on his suit make for… interesting textures to hump against, that’s for sure. Have fun…
-Ragged plates of metal bite into the flesh of your ass; tiny bits of rusted animatronic casing occasionally tear at your skin, drawing small rivulets of blood.
-You could’ve sworn you saw his smile widen with each pained and embarrassed expression he humped out of you… and you’re right! :D
-Unfortunately, Springtrap knows exactly which spots on his crotchplate bump roughly against your clit, and he’s a meanie about it. :(
-The animatronic absolutely adores the way you squirm when he angles his hips just right and squishes your nub through your panties.
-He hardly uses his hands on your cunt when he’s in one of these moods, the bastard definitely sees it as a fucked up skill of his to be able to ruin you in such a way.
-“Look, no hands~!” He does NOT shut the fuck up lmao. Loser (I need him)
-His hands are reserved for pining you down and groping at your flesh, yearning for what he once had.
-His yearning translates directly into cruelty, it’s Springtrap what did you expect?
-He also loves to choke you out.
-Grabbing onto whatever part of you he can grab and pulling you into an embrace tight enough to make you squirm.
-Sometimes he’ll loosen up his grip just enough for you to make some progress in your effort to escape, but he’s just playing with you~
-He’s partial to sticking you in a headlock or pinning your throat to the ground with a hand.
-Or knee, or foot or anything really. He just adores seeing you writhe beneath him.
-He’ll let you go just to see you try to stand on shaky legs, barking out a cruel laugh when you can’t even get to your knees.
-You did however manage to sit up and shove him slightly, which means you’re still way too coherent for his liking.
-Now he’s gotta hump you until he’s decided that you’ve learned your lesson.
-Something about being an ‘insolent fucking brat’, or whatever.
-He doesn’t stop until there’s a wet layer of your cum coating the thin material of your panties, the slick providing no relief from the friction thanks to just how aggressive he is with his movements.
-Only once you’re crying from overstimulation, hands weakly beating against his chest plate while you sob incoherently, will he consider stopping.
-When he finally does decide to stop he looks down at the sticky mess you’ve made on his crotch and thighs, and rolls his eyes before getting up and leaving to go clean himself up.
-Probably with the hoodie you left in the employee break room.
-Hope you bought an extra pair of panties!
-Jk, he took those too.
-What an asshole
A/N: RAAAAAAH local chud overcame her fears of fucking everything to post her shitty ass ramblings about the zombie furry. I’m foaming at the mouth and must be sedated. Does anyone like this? Pls comment and interact with me, if this does well I promise I’ll do more. I just- I don’t know girl. I crave validation. PLEASPLEASEPLEASE. I’m sorry. SHOUT OUT TO MY HOT ASS GF FOR BETA READING!!
