(One of my first one-shots for this collection will, of course, be a Freddy x Reader.

Because I'm Mama Bear and a lot of my ideas revolve around him.

And this particular lemon gave me some trouble... so I hope you guys enjoy. ♡♡♡)

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Hands clenched on the armrests, your knuckles quickly went white. For that matter, your face had also gone pale.

What the fuck did he mean, he becomes more active in the dark?!

It was probably pretty obvious: running out of power meant certain death. Angry, you grabbed the phone and yanked it from the desk, heaving it against the wall with a frustrated outcry. Why couldn't this phone jackass give you information that was useful?! Like Hey, the bunny only shows up on the left?!

You'd kill the guy the moment you saw him, you were sure of it.

Panting, you almost didn't hear it. A laugh. You snatched the tablet back up, flicking through the cameras. Chica was back on stage, Bonnie in the supply closet- why did he have to always be on your ass like this?- and Foxy hadn't moved. No, your paranoia would have prevented that, having constantly checked the Cove.

Wait...

"Where the fuck are you, Freddy Fucktard?" So much for being more active in the dark. He was nowhere near the stage, and the lights were all on!

You felt the first traces of panic begin to really set in, and your thoughts were as blurry as the camera views as you rapidly went through them. Nowhere. He was absolutely nowhere. What the fuck?! Then where the fuck did the laugh come from?!

It had to have been from the bear; he looks just as stupid as he sounded.

The laugh again. It- he- was mocking you now. And for good reason: in your flurry of motion, you hadn't bothered to check the power. So much wasted power, when he was already beside you. It was cute.

With a drawn-out mechanical whine, the lights shut off, leaving you to sit and stew in your own fear. Blood pulsed in your temples, but that headache felt very, very insignificant compared to whatever awful intention the--

"Oh no... It seems we've lost power again. Didn't you listen to the phone call, my dear?" The voice- deep and very human- came from behind you. Directly behind you.

Tablet in hand, you whipped around, intending to smash it into his face- whoever the fuck it was. How had they gotten in? Were they hiding, waiting for you to run out of power?

Hands much larger than your own snatched your wrists, causing the device to drop to the floor, useless. You could just make out the shape of someone else, the one clutching you tightly. That laugh again, human but still very, very similar to before.

"You jackass, who the fuck do you think you are?! How the fuck did you get in here?!" You tried to pull your arms from his grip, but it was absolutely futile; their grip was like iron.

"Why do you shout so? I've no intention of harming you, dear... not if you agree to my little compromise."

"Compromise my ass!" You squirmed and thrashed, but their grip was tight- almost painful.

And all he did was laugh. The fucker actually laughed, watching you try to wrench yourself out of his hold. "My, my, we've got quite the lively one here." One hand released your wrist, only to snatch your jaw in the same iron grip.

The tongue that passed across your lips made you panic again, jerking your head away and spitting. "What the fuck, you fucking pervert!! Give me one goddamn reason not to RIP your--"

"I'll cut you a deal, my dear. I'll ensure the others don't stuff you like we're programmed to. Does that sound sufficient?"

Who the fuck was this guy? The obvious answer- and boy, was it obvious- still went against all of your logical reasons. But there was no feasible way that the damned bear you had been searching for for an hour was right in front of you.

Right?

"Darling, if you don't speak up, I'm more than happy to toss you aside and leave you to fend for yourself." He leaned in, and you only knew this from the hot breath on your neck, sending unwarranted chills down through your legs. Fear mixed with some other, more foreign sensation was weakening you. "I don't think you want to die tonight, so I'll cut you a deal," the stranger repeated. "Entertain me, and you'll not be harmed by the others."

Logic began to fail. It had to be the stupid fat bear, but how? It didn't seem as though you would be given answers- not yet, that is. But to entertain someone who was quite literally breathing down your neck? "What if I refuse?" you replied, a hint of wariness to your tone. Damn it.

"Death is imminent, dear. Especially the way you were panicking, trying to find me. But I've been here all along," he cooed. You could almost hear his smirk. "Amuse me. That's all I require. Do we have an agreement?"

The iron grip and the almost-unseen smirk didn't really give you much room to refuse. Almost as though he knew that to refuse meant certain death. But was that preferable to whatever sick ideas he had in his mind? "Fazbear, if you fucking think--"

Almost the moment you opened your mouth he pounced, warm tongue sliding deep into your mouth. He growled when you tried to protest, biting at your lower lip until you cried out. "Much better. Now I shall ask you once more... and do not think I am above letting you perish, my dear. I only crave one thing, and I care little for those that refuse me."

So why couldn't he just fuck some other bitch? Or even one of the other mascots?!

... because they wouldn't put up a fight. Is that it, Fazfuck?

What harm would it do to blow the stupid fucker and be left alone for the rest of your shift?

"...... fine."

It may have been dark but you knew what his expression would have been... even if you had yet to see his face.

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The following night, you were anxious. You kept the same course as you had before: saving your power and trying to prevent the rest of the mascot shitheads from getting inside. Now both the bunny and the chicken were on your ass, and it was all you could do to fend them off.

But... there was another option, wasn't there? The bear. Freddy was staring into the camera from the stage, not having moved from this position since your shift began.

He was waiting.

Fuck that. I'm not letting that fucker in here so he can--

Both doors were shut, yes, but you nonetheless heard him laugh. The bear was mocking you. Mostly through with your shift but it was only the second day, and you still had so little power left.

What had he said? To let him in so the others would leave you be?

Would it be so terrible?

With a sigh you braced for... something, and kept the doors shut as you flicked through the cameras rapidly. Draining the power. It was either that or allow the others to grab and stuff you, wasn't that the plan?

The lights shut off with the same mechanical whine, both doors crashing open. Almost on cue you heard footsteps. Heavy, but not animatronic-heavy. More like a tall male's footfall.

The bear appeared in the doorway, already human. In the very dim light, you could make out what looked like his own vest in his grip; he had already taken it off.

"Not quite as soon as I had been hoping for, but perhaps a half hour is plenty of time, my dear...?" You could almost see the smirk on his smug fucking face. His shoes were loud as he entered the office, silhouette already beginning to unbutton his shirt.

He was actually serious?

"Listen, Fazfuck, I don't know if you noticed, but this little idea of yours is gonna backfire. Once I get the hang of saving power, you're not coming back inside." Your heart was racing in your throat, nevermoreso than when Freddy stepped closer still. It may have been dark, but you could definitely see his smirk now. It was making you feel... weaker. Like your efforts were futile.

"We've already made the deal, my dear. I'm afraid I'm not giving you another option." With that he grabbed your face, groaning as his tongue shoved itself into your mouth, kissing you roughly. You squirmed and bit at it, forcing the bear to back the fuck off for a few moments. Probably angering him. "Do you really find that a little bite will deter me?"

"Well it fucking stopped you, didn't it?" you spat back. You wanted to say more but the knee had slid between your legs, turning the rest of your thoughts into nothing more than a soft mewling sound.

He slowly worked his leg between yours, until your hands sought for support, finding it by gripping at his shirt. Goddamn him! The heatwave below your stomach had happened so suddenly you couldn't help but feel betrayed by your own body. "Are we finished?" Freddy mused. You definitely had more than a few things to say about his intentions. But he had to make sure that you wouldn't balk... so the brunet decided what needed to be done.

His hand replaced his knee, gently but firmly stroking you through your uniform pants. Every time you tried to speak, words failed you, the weakening feeling only getting worse. When he pulled his hand away, there was a distinct sound of protest from your throat. "Wh... why...?"

"Why what? Why I've stopped? Or why, at all...?" Freddy grinned, watching you. Clearly you were weakened... good. He kissed you again, considerably more gently this time around, knowing you would kiss back. He was, of course, right; you returned the kisses just as carefully.

Really, was this so much worse than being killed?

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That night hadn't been nearly as terrible as you thought it would. The bear was true to his word: he only wanted you to entertain him. His idea of "entertainment" might have been perverted, but it was better than dying at the hands of a mascot trying to stuff you.

I wonder if these things carry STDs...

Wait, no, that would mean someone's already fucked them. Ew.

The next night was different: you intentionally wore the power down. Keeping both doors shut and going through the cameras rapidly, taking time in using the door lights as well. The power drained at a steady pace, and it was just barely 3am by the time the lights shut off entirely.

Freddy began to laugh softly from the stage. He had been right to be curious about you: you were entertaining. Already trying to drain the power as quickly as possible so he might have his way...

He stood in the doorway, his silhouette shaking its head. "Whatever happened to all your protesting, my dear? Hmm? Have you changed your mind after all?"

"Shut the fuck up and do what you came to do," you snapped back. You were more annoyed than excited, but the way the bandleader snatched you out of the chair and shoved you on top of the desk might have stirred up other feelings instantly. "W-wait a sec, you said--"

His tongue worked against yours, one hand in your hair to keep your head still. The brunet was groaning as he kissed you, clearly not getting enough. So you kissed back, almost curiously, and he seemed happier.

Keeping the mascot that would have protected you from the others happy seemed the best course of action. And truth be told... it wasn't so bad. Though you couldn't help but ponder as he kissed you, as to how many other night guards had been through this exact thing.

The buttons on your dress shirt popped off easily as it was torn open. Out of reflex you squealed, crossing your arms over your chest, your face burning hot. "What the f--"

"Give me what I want." Freddy's voice, already low, had roughened to the point of shutting you up. Somewhere, deep down, there was an aching feeling. One you were curious enough about to want to delve deeper into it.

"S... say it again," you stammered, shy.

The bandleader smirked, leaning down towards your ear. "Give me what I want," he repeated, just as before. The ache in your lower belly worsened and flared up, needy. Just as he had the night prior, the bandleader began to stroke you through your clothing, growling in your ear. "I'll not be denied any further," Freddy warned, tearing open your bra as well. He pulled the pieces away from your body, making you all the more self-conscious as he leaned in, sucking at your chest gently.

Each second that passed sent warmth through your core, radiating heat and the same aching feeling. What was he doing to you? And why did you need more...? "F-Freddy..." you began, unable to form a thought beyond his name.

His tongue swirled in circles around the hardened nipple, blowing cold air until it too began to ache. Then the brunet began to treat the other in the same manner, until you eventually delved your hands into his hair. Your lower half was shaky and weak, the fiery feeling in your gut burning hot. You couldn't take this! You honestly needed... something. Something from the bear.

Freddy traced his tongue up from your breasts, along your collarbone and up to your ear. His whispers were rough, as though he himself had gotten just as needy. "Amuse me," he murmured, repeating what he had demanded before, "and they shall not harm you."

If you had any further protests, they were quickly defused as your body was pulled against his. Freddy had pushed your thighs open, holding you in place. The lava pit that had become your stomach flared up bright, forcing a whine from your throat.

He grinned wider, watching your reactions. They were... enticing. Hands behind your hips he forced you to grind, wanting to hear more of your whimpering. And really, it was all you were physically capable of doing; the searing heat below your stomach was growing ever worse, until it was throbbing. Needing contact.

And contact he gave you, tearing open the rest of your clothing and throwing your legs over his shoulders. The new position brought a fresh wave of heat to your face and far below, and nevermind being exposed...

The warm tongue circling your entrance drove your hands into his hair again, pulling at it. Trying to pull him closer still. His tongue was curious about the heat that the brunet was causing, so he took his time, savoring every moment. Freddy paused, hearing your ragged breathing as he looked back up. It was dark, but he could only imagine your expression: pure, unbridled need.

"--FFFFFFUCK!!" you cried, the heat growing still worse. You throbbed against the bandleader's mouth, and your hands gripped first his hair, then the desk for support. He spread you open wider, smirking slightly as his lips molded around your clit, sucking gently.

The heat was going to break. You were damn sure it was going to--

Freddy, chuckling, pulled away, delicately wiping at his mouth as he listened to you calling him every name in the book. "Is there something the matter?"

"Why the fuck did you stop?!" you snapped back.

"Because you are not the only one who needs attention, my dear," the bear growled. He pressed his hips against yours again, and you could definitely feel him, swollen.

You were still throbbing, the lava pit roaring and craving it's own attention. "Th-then fuck me already."

"Gladly." In the darkness you hadn't seen the brunet exposing himself- but you certainly felt him shove his way deep inside you. He may have slid easily, but the bandleader was by no means easy to handle. He was still smirking as you squirmed, trying to get used to the violating feeling. "When you're ready," he purred into your ear, nibbling at the edge of it.

You had to be bleeding, the pain was immense and sudden. When you didn't reply at first, you felt his fingers trail down your stomach, playing with your flesh, circling the one tiny spot that needed it most. Once it began to throb again, you bit at your lip but panted softly. "G-go," you demanded.

But Freddy would not go easily, no. The bear thrust as roughly as he wanted, taking great pleasure in listening first to your protests, then your begging. He leaned over you, growling loudly into your ear and sending waves of chills down your back. But he continued to stroke you, just to make sure that the pain wasn't too much.

The pain had subsided at long last, and your legs hooked around the brunet's waist. This only encouraged him, pushing harder and harder into you until the desk fan fell to the floor with a crash. "Tell me when you're coming," he murmured, low and rough.

Just the words sent you past the point of no return, every thrust was only striking you where you needed him, deep inside. Your eyes saw stars, and your jaw fell open. "F-Freddy, fuck, oh fuck...!" The bandleader stroked your clit again, as slick as it had become, but his touch was as rough as his voice, forcing the strongest kind of climax you could handle. Your nails dug into his back, and you vaguely felt wetness there; you screamed, for him no less. Whatever it was he was doing to you, you clearly wanted it. Needed it, even, and the fiery feeling exploded like a sweet bullet inside you.

The brunet only slowed when he had finished, not bothering to pull back before it was too late. Pressing lips to your throat, he grinned when the 6am chime rang throughout the pizzeria.

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Much like the night prior you intentionally brought the power down, wasting it as fast as you could manage. You couldn't sleep when you had gone home that morning; you kept dreaming about the damned bear.

But this time, when the lights shut off, something felt... different. In the dimness you could see Freddy's figure in the doorway, but... there was more than one of them.

"I've been told what a pleasant evening the two of you had together. You don't mind if I join you two, do you, darling?"