Fuckin' Crazy (Funtime Freddy X Reader) ✅

De-Ja-Vu In Its Finest Form

"Oh, (Name)! What brings you here so late on a Sunday?"

You didnt answer. Empty bottles were littered around the stage, and you reeked of alcohol. Freddy, in animatronic form, frowned. You were lying on your side, breathing light and tired.

He figured out what you were doing. With an alarmed noise, he shifted to human and climbed up on the stage.

You sat up halfway. The only source of light was the sparking wires, their faint glow illuminating a familiar face. Funtime Freddy scooted behind you, pulling you up into his lap with little effort. Damn his robot strength.

He was speaking, probably trying to talk to you, but all you could hear coming out of his mouth was a series of jumbled up sounds. You giggled ditzily, reaching up to stroke his face.

"You're reallyyyy hot, ya know that?" You giggled again, hiccups interrupting your random laughter.

Freddy grinned, clearly successfully distracted from his previous task. "Oh, really?"

"Yeaaahhhh... like, I would so totally dream about you if I were able to go to sleep." Freddy's grin dropped right off his face.

"What?"

"Did you know that i-" You burst into giggles again.

"Did I know...?" Freddy prompted.

"I really, reallyyyy like you~."

Suddenly, you twisted in his grasp. Surprised, the male released his hold on you. You took this opportunity to grip his face on ether side, smashing our lips onto his own.

Shock was the prevalent emotion running through Freddy's mind. When you nibbled on his lip, he let out a small gasp, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth without a fight.

He kind of just sat there and let you claim his mouth. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in that moment. Was he supplied to copy your movements? Push you away? Do nothing? He wasn't used to this kind of thing- in fact, this has never happened to him in all his years of life. He could only assume you knew exactly what you were doing, he bad nobody else to compare with after all.

The question was answered for him as you shoved him onto his back. Swinging your other leg to the side opposite of your right leg, you successfully straddled his hips. You leaned down to recapture his lips between your teeth. He couldn't help but groan as you rubbed yourself all over his body like a cat- a drunk cat.

You abruptly stopped, sitting straight up. Freddy, with a mildly disappointed pout, blinked in surprise, his mind finally catching up with him. "(Name)... are you sur-"

With one swift move, you pulled your shirt up and over your head. That shut him up. With eyes wide as saucers, Freddy watched as you stood, slowly, and began unbuttoning your shorts. Then you straddled him again, In your bra and underwear, and leaned back towards his face. Despite everything you had done to get him as worked up as he was, the strong scent of alcohol on your breath was enough to snap him out of his lust-induced haze.

"W-wait," Freddy protested, a difficult task with you nipping and sucking along the length of his exposed neck. "Y-you're drunk. I don't want to do this with you." Like this.

You pouted, sitting back up. "But Freddyyy-" You began.

"No. You're drunk." He repeated, more firmly this time. You growled under your breath, "I'm not drunk," but the words flew right over his head as he scrambled to sit up.

You moved from your position reluctantly. You began to dress again, pulling your shirt over your head and wondering if you should put your shorts back on as well. You planned on staying the night, after all. Suddenly a killer headache struck you, and you dropped your head between your knees.

You felt Freddy's warmth at your side. Okay, maybe you were a little drunk. All the more reason to stay right where you were. Even in your smashed state, you knew better than to drink and drive. That was just trouble waiting to happen.

You spared Freddy a side ways glance. Then again, he was trouble waiting to happen as well. The only difference was that he had already happened to cause you trouble. Your shivers slowly subsided as you relaxed against the human animatronic beside you.

You would trouble him just as he had troubled you.

That was a promise. For now, though, you really needed to get some sleep. You gladly welcomed the darkness that consumed you, caused only in the presence of a certain animatronic.