Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Limping overstim baby

Afton watched languidly as Scott seemed to limp around. He hid it well enough, but there were a few moments when Afton would catch him stumble slightly. He had to admit, it was mostly his fault. Scott was his master piece, his broken little creation. His mind drifted to the way that Scott sounded beneath him the other night and he bit the inside of his lip to channel the excitement.

He stood up from the booth he had claimed as his in the dining area, and decided to go back to the break room, he had had enough of the loud noises and flashing lights anyways.

Afton wove his way through the children, a few grabbing his hand and mistaking him for their father. It was a common theme when trying to make his way back. His job had no entitlement of being with the kids, he worked with the electronics, and that was all. Scott worked with the kids, and he was astonishing at it. It was precious, honestly.

Opening the door to the break room, he collapsed onto the couch and spread out. Letting his head fall back, he reached up and rubbed his eyes. The door opened again and Afton groaned, looking up through one eye. It was his Scotty. He smiled softly and straightened his posture. Scott slowly sat on the couch, collapsing in the last moment.

"Ohhh... god my legs hurt..." he groaned, giving Afton a side-eyed glare.

"Aw I'm so sorry my sweet baby." Afton said smuggly, reaching over and brushing a hand under his chin. Scott sighed softly and leaned into it. "But you sounded so precious last night when-"

"Ah buh buh shut it." Scott warned, eyed staying closed. "This is a kids place."

"This is the break room." Afton corrected, squeezing Scott's chin and giving his head a little shake.

"Yes, the break room in a kids place. You cant talk about..." he drifted.

"Breaking your back." Afton finished grinning at his little pun.

"Ughhh, Afton you need a filter." Scott complained, letting Aftons hands drift to his neck to rub it gently.

"You love my lack of filter." Afton said, his voice significantly softer and gravely. His voice had never been the same after the spring lock accident. He used to have such a smooth voice, but now it had its ups and downs. He smoking addiction when he was younger, probably didn't help very much.

Scott just hummed again, and Afton removed his hands, moving them down to his thighs. He grabbed them and pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh. Scott grimaced and put his hands on Aftons shoulders.

"That hurt?" Afton asked, groping and rubbing his legs. Scott nodded, face still scrunched up.

"Okay, okay!" He yelped, pulling away and shoving his glasses back up onto his nose.

"Poor thing..." Afton purred, patting Scott's cheeks softly.

"I'm not a poor thing. My legs are just... sore." Scott complained, shoving Afton's hand away.

"You should call out. You are the manager, nobody can stop you." Afton grinned cheekily.

"I cant do that..." Scott grumbled, running his fingers through his hair. "That's taking advantage of the system." He rolled his eyes. Afton leaned in quickly and kissed him. It was soft and gentle and solely romantic, no sexual desire in it. Scott looked mildly shocked, it wasn't often that Afton kissed him so gently, like an old married couple.

"Sure you can." Afton said softly in his ear, he felt the goosebumps on Scott's arms rise. "Go with the system." He turned his head to kiss his temple, another gentle kiss. Scott shivered now, his hand resting on Aftons back. "You don't feel good, that's a perfect reason."