Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Afton x Scott

He woke up to the sound of soft whistling and he went to wipe his eyes. When he tried to pull his hands from their position above his head, he found that he couldn't move them. He tugged harder and heard the unmistakable rattle of chains.

"What the...." He tugged his feet too and found that they wouldn't move either. He was strapped to a metal table, surrounded by the skeletons of animatronics. The backroom of the pizzeria. "What in the hell is going on..." Scott muttered. The whistling stopped and a figure stepped out of the shadows of the dark room.

"Good morning, Scotty." It was Afton and he sounded disgustingly smug.

"What the fuck are you doing, Afton?" Scott growled; he was awake now.

"Our shifts are so different, and I so desperately want to spend time with you." He replied, grinning with his sharp canines.

"I honestly don't want to know what that means."

"Oh, lucky for you because instead of finding out, I'll just demonstrate it to you." He gasped, smiling evilly.

"No, no, no. Back the hell up, Afton. Don't you come any closer to this damn table." Scott shouted, struggling against his chains. Afton didn't listen, though and drew ever closer, a muzzle now visible in his hand. He reached the table and put a hand on Scotts forehead, stilling him, and wrapped the leather straps around his head. The metal cage was pressed against the bridge of his nose and the bottom was clamping his mouth shut. The plastic red phone that is usually on his head, was now shoved up.

"MPH!" Scott tried to yell, attempting to curse Afton out. It wasn't working out in his favor.

"Aw, don't worry, Princess, you'll enjoy it, I promise you!" Afton replied to Scotts useless screaming. He dragged a nail down Scott's neck gently, watching the goose bumps rise.

"Mphh..." Scott grumbled.

"See? You're fine, aren't you?" Afton said bending over to Scotts exposed neck. He kitten licked the area, kissing his throat and kissed his bobbing Adams Apple. Afton reached and tore Scotts nightguard uniform open, buttons flew, scattering against the linoleum flooring.

"Stop... please Afton..." Scott managed to groan from beneath the metal caging.

"Oh? Wasn't that adorable?" Afton purred into Scott's ear. He was looking for a safe word, he wasn't excepting much else. He adored this.

"No... ngh." Scott groaned, feeling Afton's cold hand slip down his chest.

"Yes it was~!" Afton exclaimed, grinning hungrily at Scotts restrained body. Scott was still trying to mumble complaints when Afton's hand slipped a little ways past his waist line. His hand, ice cold, against Scott's warm skin.

"Sto- AhAH. Ngh, Aft-" Scott tried, but words weren't forming right and his throat was seizing up.

"Oh, god. Now that's hot, Scotty. Keep it up, cutie, and maybe I won't hurt you." He smirked leaning towards Scotts belly. "As bad, anyway." He added. He loved his Scotty, and maybe this was stepping a little far, but Scott knew the rules.

"S-stop, Afton! Shit...." Scott managed to say, as if Afton was about to listen to anything other than the safe word. He would keep going.

"Oh I couldn't do that, I love you too much." He said, licking Scotts stomach. He then put a knee on the table and swung himself up and over, until he was straddling Scots waist. The pressure caused Scott to moan ever louder.

"Ah, oh god Afton. Geez, oof." Scott really was struggling with his words. He started to wiggle his hips, though. Rubbing up against Afton, anything for friction at this point.

"Oh?" Afton said, pressing further into Scott, seeing if he can find a reaction. Somewhere beneath the plastic phone head, Scott moaned softly.

"Perfect..." Scott mumbled gently. Afton bent over and sucked on his collar bone. Scott was perfect, and absolutely adorable.

"So are we good now?" Afton murmured softly into Scotts neck.

"Y-yes... please keep going..." He whispered.

"On one condition, my love. I get to take off the phone. It's not like I haven't seen you without it."

"No, don't do that." He said, voice muffled through the cage.

"Oh... well in that case." Afton said shrugging, about to get off of Scott when the chains rattled and Scott groaned.

"No." He said.

"No? No what, Scotty? Use your words."

"Come back." Scott replied.

"So that means no phone, right?"

"Yes, fine, ngh whatever t-take it off." Scott growled, flustered and tight.

"Wonderful." Afton murmured softly, dragging a finger towards the buckle. He pulled at it and the leather strap tightened and then release. He then placed his hands softly on either side of the phone, pulling it up ad off. Scott took a gasp of the cold air in the spare parts room and sighed.

"There's your beautiful face..." Afton said, leaning into Scotts ear. He kissed his earlobe and then nibbled the rim.

"Ugh, yes..."  he moaned.

Afton began to mumble sweet nothings into Scotts ear. He settled deeper onto the table, submitting himself to Afton. Scott felt ice cold hands begin to pull at his pants, inching them down from around his waist. They stopped though and went up to the back of Scotts head. They grasped the two buckles holding the muzzle on and pulled them off.

"Ah!" Scott said, opening his mouth wide. He had a crescent shaped red mark on the bridge of his nose. Afton placed his mouth of Scotts and kissed roughly. Pressing his head into the metal table. He opened Scotts mouth his thumb and stuck his tongue inside. Scott kissed back, passionately, grasping for Aftons tongue with his own.

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Sorry there wasn't too much sexual action in this one, if you would like me to elaborate I will gladly do so!

So if you haven't already figured it out yet, Afton is and will always be dominate in this relationship and Scott will be the sub. Scott, though is also more commonly described as a switch (he can go both ways) and so will occasionally have his moment of control, but Afton will typically drive this bus.

My Grammarly addition to my Chrome account is having a heart attack trying to figure out what the heck is going on!

~xoxoxo Watermelon