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‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL’ ALASTOR

summary. you snuck out to have a proper date with Alastor. One thing led to another and the night ended with him taking your virginity. though while you enjoy the new feelings that sex arouse, consequences await you at home.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

warnings. steak eating (sorry vegans), smut, virgin!reader, agegap! you’re in your 20s while Alastor is in his 30s, blood, blood kink, overstimulation, alastor is rough, doggystyle, toxic relationship, gory depictions, dark romance, 18+ minors dni, this doesn’t have a happy ending fyi

author’s note. i’m so pissed because i had to rewrite this chapter over since my dumbass deleted the other draft, same thing happed with my Lucifer fic! but please enjoy and comment your thoughts! this hasn’t been proofread so i’ll come back to edit it a bit later x

The following evening arrived, and you found yourself standing on the grand patio, the air filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the clock struck 8 o'clock, Alastor appeared, his charismatic presence commanding the attention of the night. With a smile, he offered his arm, and you set off for a mysterious dinner that promised to reveal his world.

The drive took you away from the grand surroundings of the estate to an industrial district. The grandeur of your estate was replaced by the raw energy of the city's outskirts. Alastor led you to a warehouse, its exterior betraying no hints of the secrets held within.

You fiddled with your purse, watching Alastor unlock the doors with a rustic key and as the large doors creaked open, you stepped into an unexpected world. The interior of the warehouse was transformed into an intimate dining space, bathed in soft, warm lighting. A table adorned with flickering candles and traditional dishes awaited, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of a carefully curated meal.

"I hope you find this place to your liking," Alastor remarked, a glint of mystery in his eyes.

"It's… stunning," you replied, taking in the unexpected charm of the warehouse setting. Alastor pulls out a chair for you, placing a napkin in your lap as you eye all the food in front of you in hunger, "Did you cook all of this?"

"There's nothing like a home cooked meal, wouldn't you say, my dear?" Alastor took his seat in front of you before unfolding his silverware, "Do eat while it is still hot."

The food that laid in front of you was simple, a carefully crafted steak and a side of asparagus with a sauce that was as red as blood. You wasted no time before digging in, nearly moaning at the delicious taste. Not only was Alastor charming, but he could cook. You had mastered a few recipes in the kitchen but even you admit that your culinary skills could use some improvement.

Needlessly to say, your plate was practically licked clean as the night unfolded. Conversation flowed effortlessly and Alastor, once shrouded in enigma, gradually revealed more about himself. However, your curiosity was piqued by a glimpse into his workspace, tucked away in a corner of the warehouse.

"What do you do here?" you inquired, noting the array of microphones and recording equipment.

Alastor hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Well, my dear, this is where I craft my art."

Your eyes widened as realization dawned. "You're an artist?"

"In a way," he answered cryptically, a hint of amusement in his tone. "But more specifically, I am the voice behind the popular radio show that you might have heard."

The revelation hung in the air, and as Alastor confirmed his identity as the renowned radio show host, you couldn't help but be swept away by the unexpected turn of events.

"That's why your voice sounded so familiar – you're the voice behind the Bayou Daily!" Your hand covered your mouth in excitement, eyes sparkling. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of such a star."

"Hardly that, my dear," Alastor responded, waving his hand dismissively with a playful laugh. "If anything, I think I'm more of a lightning rod for controversy than a beloved figure."

"Well, controversy has its charm," you teased, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips. Your fingertip gracefully traced the rim of your wine glass. "I enjoy a bit of edge and, dare I say, a different perspective. I make it a point to tune in every evening with my mother, surprisingly enough."

"A fan, then?"

"Your devoted number one," you replied, meeting his gaze with a subtle twinkle in your eyes.

Alastor's smile hinted at something more than mere hospitality, a subtle shift in the air as he leaned closer. Your imagination danced with the possibility of a scene from one of the many fairytales you read growing up, where the dashing knight was about to seal the moment with a kiss.

Yet, as anticipation filled the room, Alastor abruptly stood, shattering the romantic atmosphere. "Let me get your dishes," he declared, leaving you perplexed.

“No, no! You relax and let me clean; you did all the cooking,” you insisted, attempting to grab the wine glasses. Alastor, however, restrained you, holding your wrist with a sudden strength that made your eyes widen slightly.

“We can’t have you dirtying those delicate hands, (Y/N), allow me,” he said, taking charge of the dishes. “Please, make yourself at home; I’ll only be a moment.”

As he disappeared into the kitchen, a chill crept down your spine. Everything in your body told you that there was something else lingering in the air, something strange.

Alastor swiftly vanished into the kitchen, suppressing his maniacal laughter. The knightly facade he had expertly crafted had successfully brought down your defenses.

He had dealt with your type before, spoiled rich girls who want nothing more than to take control of their only life regardless the harm it causes to them or others. That determination would lead them down a path of self-destruction yet they willingly go anyway.

Take you for example, you were so eager to escape your gilded cage that all caution slipped from your mind. You were blinded by your perception of love that you didn't even dare to question the questionable, like how had Alastor, a radio show host, made it into a party meant for high society? How had he known where you lived? Everything you thought a coincidence was planned. Alastor had planned everything to the first encounter and to the last. He had been watching you for awhile, if anything, he was sure he knew more about you than yourself. Alastor knew your favorite tea down to the very color of brassiere you were wearing right now.

Once sheltered from life's harsh realities, you transformed into a woman eager to assert yourself in society. Despite your mother's cautionary tales of predators, you dismissed her warnings and because of that you all but fell right into Alastor's hands.

With a grin stretching from ear to ear, Alastor immersed himself in washing dishes, all the while attuned to the sound of your kitty heels echoing in the adjacent room. There was a hint of sympathy in him – he almost felt bad at how easy this was or going to be. You unwittingly paved the way for him to infiltrate your life, your trust a vulnerable thread caught in the web of his deceit.

Whether your mind harbored caution, overshadowed by the decisions of your heart, or if unbridled trust clouded your judgment, the outcome seemed inevitable. Alastor recognized that your choices were steering you toward a dangerous conclusion, one that will prove fatal.

A glint of a knife caught the light as Alastor prepared to carry out a sinister act. He fully intended on slashing your throat in one swift motion, watching as the blood sprays from your body onto his face and the floor. The thought alone made his cock undeniably harden. He wanted to feel your crimson blood on him, taste that irony taste as the life drains from your eyes. There was something so beautiful about the last moments of a human life, it was addicting to see. In Alastor's eyes he was an artist, and the human body was his canvas, their blood the paint in making a glorious masterpiece that only he was blessed to see- and he couldn't wait to make you apart of his collection.

Alastor left the kitchen with concealed malice yet you seized the moment despite your nerves, surprising him with an unexpected kiss. The warmth of your lips against his momentarily erased the darkness, leaving Alastor bewildered and conflicted in the whirlwind of his own emotions. It had been forever since someone kissed him and feverishly so. It made the sinner stunned as you pulled him closer to you.

Not only were you foolish enough to trust him. You did something worse, you fell in love with him. The pages to your story were turning wildly and Alastor realized he didn’t particularly hate this. It took him only a second to decide to kiss you back. Alastor backed you up against his desk, lifting you with ease so he could stand in between your legs, your lips never parting from one another as yqou grip onto Alastor’s shirt so harshly in the fear that this was a dream and he would disappear at any moment. Unknowingly, Alastor set the knife down behind you, his eyes flickering open while yours remained closed to it hide among his messy desk of things.

Alastor's conflicted emotions swirled within, torn between the darkness that craved destruction and an unexpected, budding feeling inside his chest. As he held you close, a sinister impulse whispered the allure of murder and the familiarity of wielding power over life. Yet, an unfamiliar warmth stirred within him, fueled by the connection that blossomed during this unexpected kiss.

The struggle between the desire to embrace his malevolent nature and the uncharted territory of love played out in the depth of his crimson eyes. The dichotomy of killing you and savoring that power battled against the newfound tenderness that made him question the nature of his own desires.

In that tumultuous moment, Alastor wrestled with the notion that perhaps taking your innocence would be a compromise, a way to bridge the gap between his sinister tendencies and the allure of an emotion he never thought he'd entertain. The clash of these conflicting emotions created an intricate dance within him, leaving his path uncertain as he grappled with the complexity of his own heart.

You pulled away suddenly to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you felt your whole body grow hot with embarrassment, "I've been wanting to do that since you picked me up in the car...I'm sorry, was that too forward?"

"One the contrary," Alastor let out a shaky breath, the sexual tension in the air so thick he was sure he might suffocate from it, "Your forwardness is most welcomed."

"Then.." You wanted to suggest something else, something more but the words seemed to have got caught in your throat. You look away, unable to meet Alastor's intense gaze.

"Then..?" He teased, making younonly shrink under his gaze even more, "We should stop here my dear, I can ruin you."

"But what if I want you to ruin me?" You found your confidence then, "I am not so innocent as you may think Alastor, I-I have read books, seen picture, I even have.." you trailed off, already revealing too much.

"Touched yourself?" Alastor finished your words for you with a knowing smirk. His long slender fingers moved your thighs, making the dress you wore bunch around your waist as he teasingly tugged on your black garter, "Oh, darling, you have no idea what you're asking."

"I do."

"Do you?"

"Don't tease me Alastor," You huffed, taking it upon yourself to pull your dress off over your head, revealing your black undergarments beneath, "I'm not a child."

"Then show me," Alastor had to restrain himself from punching onto you right then and then and there. He let his fingers explore further until he cupped your clothed cunt into the palm of his hand, making you let out a gasp. His fingers slipped past your underwear, coming into direct contact with your wet slit before he moved his thumb in circles directly onto your clit.

Your lips parted, letting out a quiet moan as he entered a single finger inside you. his piercing gaze never left your face as he watched your facial expression. You shut your eyes tight at the sudden intrusion, trying to relax your body as you felt Alastor's finger another work into you, your tightness making him groan at the feeling of your clenching around his fingers, "Alastor.."

A few moments pass with the uncomfortable feeling before Alastor gets onto his knees in front of you after taking his fingers out of you, a devilish look in his eyes that made you sure that he was going to devour you right then and there without restraint, "How about I taste you (Y/N)? Hm?"

You swallowed thickly with a nod, meeting his lustful gaze with your own as you watch him situate his head between your legs, pushing your thighs up into your chest so he could get a clear view of your cunt that was aching for some sort of attention.

"Oh mon chére," Alastor lets out a low groan, his eyes never leaving the sight of your glistening folds and your hole that was fluttering around nothing, "So, so beautiful."

Without warning, he dives in between your parted legs to lap up your leaking arousal with his tongue, making you buck up into his mouth in hope of getting more of that feeling, "A-Alastor!"

He chuckles against your folds, latching his mouth onto your clit to give it a harsh suck.

"Oh my...fuck." You tangle your fingers into his hair, biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the new found pleasure.

You could practically feel Alastor smirking against you, a low groan coming from his throat as he takes in the sight of your trembling form. He tightened his grip on your thighs, holding them in place as you tried to close your legs due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. Alastor made sure to slurp up everything you gave him, the lewd sound bouncing off the walls of the warehouse making you feel flustered.

Alastor bites down on your inner thigh, looking up at you with a smile, "How does that feel (Y/N)?"

You nod with a whine, desperate to feel his tongue on you again, "S'good Alastor...please.."

"There you go," He continue to move his tongue around expertly, giving attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves so he could drive you closer and closer to the edge, "Give in to that pleasure."

At the simple command, your sent spiraling through an orgasm that had you seeing stars. your toes curled and your legs trembled as you moan out Alastor's name in ecstasy. The lewd sounds of slurping and spitting make your whole body shake as you come down from that euphoric state.

“Jesus,” You say breathlessly. Alastor enjoyed the sight of your body reacting to such a way and he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when his cock was ready to burst through the seams. He grabbed a hole of your hand, forcing your hands to slip pad there waistband of his pants and feel his hard cock. You look up at Alastor in slight awe, amazed that a man’s genital could be so warm and feel so firm, “Oh..y-you’re—”

“Hard, yes,” Alastor groans at the feeling of you slowly pumping his shaft out of mere curiosity, “I need to have you.”

“Then take me,” Your words were the consent he needed because before you knew it you were flipped over, your breast pressing against the harsh surface of Alastor’s desk.

The radio host dug his nails into your hips as his swollen tip that licked with pre cum brushed against your slick entrance. Alastor brought his hips back only to snap them forward, he entered you painfully slow, and you swore you felt something rip. The pain you expected to feel was an understatement as if felt as if you were splitting into two.

“Ah! Alastor..wait—!” The man above you only groaned at the feeling of your tight velvety walls clenching around his tip, “It hurts..!”

“And I’m not even half way in, sweetheart.” You shudder at the feeling of his breath in your neck, his teeth biting down on your neck so harshly that you were sure it was going to leave a mark come morning.

And as he continued to push himself deeper, and deeper, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of the thin trail of blood that slid down his length, showcasing the loss of your virginity. He relished in the sounds of your whimpers of pain, it would be no time before he turned you into a masochist— he would make you, force you to like the pain so much that you’d have to find nothing but pleasure within it to keep you sane.

He wanted to break you, and once he did there was no going back. You’d be his forever, whether you liked it or not.

Eventually, that pain turned into pleasure for you, the l need for him just fuck you right there on the desk. Soft moans escape past your lips, Alastor’s name and incoherent sentences falling from your tongue as he began thrusted into you roughly. The entire desk shook, your fingernails grip the table so harshly that your knuckles turned white.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the warehouse. The straps to your brassiere fell from the sudden movements, making your breast nearly poke out from their fabric cage. You couldn’t help but be turned on by Alastor’s low grunts and you could only imagine what face he was making right now. Was his sweat beading down his face? Was he tossing his head back because of how good you were making him feel?

"Fuck, you’re so perfect," Alastor eyes never left your back as he watched you toss your head back in pleasure, he took that as an opportunity to tangle his fingers in your hair, yanking your hand back so he could lean down bite down on your earlobe. His breath hot and heavy in your ear, "It’s like your body was made for me, wouldn’t you say so?”

You could only moan at his works, his hand adorning your neck to choke you as he continued to fuck you with reckless abandon. His tight hold on your skin made your breathing ragged and stars blind your vision as your cunt leaks your arousal onto his cock that was fucking you right into the table.

"Look at you," Alastor hooks one arm under your right knee, lifting it up onto thr e table so he could go impossibly deeper inside your greedy pussy. The sound of your slick arousal making your whole body heat up with a needy ache that only he could cure, “You’re so drunk off the pleasure my little doe, you’re practically drooling.”

Alastor puts his thumb in your mouth, pressing it against the flat of your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it to suck on it eagerly. This was so unbecoming of you. In a few days, and couple of meetings you had fully succumbed to the charm of Alastor. He had drooling and shaking with a pleasure you didn’t even seem possible. Was this what you had been missing now that you were a woman now? Was this love between a man and woman? Because if so, it was addicting now that you had a generous taste of it.

"A-Alastor!" You moaned out, clenching around him as you felt that familiar feeling of being pushed closer and closer to edge, "Please! I can’t—"

“You can,” Alastor slowed down his rough thrust with a grin, making you whine as you felt your nearing orgasm slowly retreat from you. You turned your head, cheek smushed against the table as you looked up at him with a whimper, "and you will, mon chère.”

You were melting into his fiery touches. Practically sobbing out in want, begging him to give you that release you so desperately needed.

Pleased with your tears and pleading eyes, Alastor pulled his hips back only to snap them forward harshly. He watched his cock disappear into your tight hole, your pussy sucking him in perfectly, stretching wide to accommodate his size. Alastor brought his thumb to circle your swollen clit at a pace that matched his thrusts.

His words brought you over the edge, making you cum all over his cock that he was still pistoling inside you to chase his own release. You mewled out at the overstimulation, tears leaving your eyes as you brought your hand back in a poor attempt to stop him but Alastor was going to force another orgasm out of you whether you liked it or not, "Al—! W-Wait!"

"One more, my dear," Alastor’s southern drawl made you shiver as you arched your back, toes curling as you let out a pleasurable scream when you came again. Your essence coating his cock and the beautiful sight of your dazed face sent Alastor over the edge. He pulled out, pumping his length quickly as he came into your stomach, painting a few spots of your skin white with his seed.

You shudder when you felt Alastor place a sweet kiss on to the new forming bruises along your neck, his large hands gliding across your skin as you come down from your state of euphoria, basking in the afterglow of sex.

Alastor tilt your head up, sweat beading down both of your foreheads before you lean in to kiss him in your dazed state. He deepened the kiss rather quickly, savoring the feeling of your tongue invading his mouth. As you both share a sloppy yet passionate kiss, you felt your heart tug in a way that made you feel like a lovesick school girl. In that moment you realized that you’d follow Alastor to the ends of the earth if he asked you two. It was a silent contract, a deal you couldn’t break now that your souls were intertwined.

"Is my daughter still requesting tea?" Your mother walks into the kitchen with a silk feathered robe on. The maid who was making your tea, and hiding your secret, nearly froze at the sound of her employer's voice. It was past ten o'clock and usually your mother was in bed by now, "I asked you a question, girl."

"Uh, yes Mrs.Duvalier," The maid turns ever so slightly to bow her head respectively before continuing to prepare the tea, "My apologies, I couldn't hear you over the whistling tea pot."

"Hm," Your mother raised in eyerbrow in suspicion but covered it with a small smile as she took the tea tray from the servants hands, "Allow me to take this to my daughter, I've been meaning to check up on her."

"You shouldn't worry yourself Mrs.Duvalier, it is just a cold." The maid tried move past your mother but she stepped in the way, her voice now cold and but more demanding as she looks upon the maid as if she were nothing mote than a fly to swat away.

"Nonsense," Your mother bit back, "There is nothing like a mother's touch. Allow me."

Your mother, driven not only by suspicion but genuine concern, sought to care for you. Despite occasional harshness, her actions stemmed from love, with you as her paramount motivation. As she ascended the stairs with grace, she found herself in front of your door hesitant a bit to knock but she overcomes the nerves after a a moment. Knocking on your door with a tray of tea in hand, she hoped for a heartfelt conversation, "Dearest, I brought you your tea. Can I come in?"

Silence.

“(Y/N), if you're upset, understand that everything I do is for your well-being.”

No response echoed behind the door.

“Very well, I'm entering to discuss whatever troubles you." The door swung open to reveal an empty, untouched room.

A sudden realization swept over your mother as she observed the pristine room. It dawned on her that you had managed to slip away unnoticed, sneaking out without leaving a trace. Your mother's anger intensified as the pieces fell into place – the early leave from dinner, the tea, and a lying maid. It struck her that you had not only sneaked out, but you had snuck out likely to be with Alastor. It only fueled her frustration at the audacity of such actions.

"Corinne!" Your mother yelled out for her personally maid, the one who also oversees everything in the house. After being in your mother's employment for twenty years, your mother not only saw her as one of her best maids but a dear friend.

Corinne hurried up the steps from the servants quarters, wearing nothing but a nightgown and clutching an oil lamp between her fingers, "Mrs.Duvalier! What is wrong!?"

"It appears my daughter has slipped from our fingers," The calmness in your mother's voice made Corinne shiver as she glanced into the empty room.

"Shall I call the police?" Corinne asks with worry, "She shouldn't be out so late. There is a killer still on the loose. I'll ring for help and then we can start a search party-"

"No," your mother glowered, her expression exuding an anger even the devil himself might cower from. "Dismiss every maid, and have new ones in place by 9 am tomorrow. As for my daughter…" A sigh escaped her lips as she closed your bedroom door with a sharp glare. "The fewer people who know of this, the better. She will return on her own accord, and when she does, I'll make sure to put that girl on a leash."

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There's one more version/ending of the lamb I have in mind that is when they choose to just, sacrifice themselves (aka give up the crown) but I have already drawn too much today and it's time to sleep....maybe another day

He wants Alastor's attention (audio by: @Vindooly on yt)

they're flirting

This is me running to read this fanfic the moment I noticed the notif ‼️

YOU BETTER READ IT TOO. 👊

Maybe it gets better? (I could wait, it'd be my pleasure) Pt.2!!

Authors Note and CW’s under the cut :p

Authors Note: Oh hey :D I didn’t take nearly 2 years to write the sequel wdym? And I most certainly didn’t set the ground work for a whole series that I definitely can’t finish but will do what I can, that’s insane!! Anyways thanks for those who came from the first part or those who I promised a part two and have been waiting (I see and appreciate you!!). This one is for my sapphic girls!! Ballora is the one out of the three who gets the least amount of love so I’m correcting that. Also giving my femcel core girls some rep, I can have my cake and eat it too! Comments and reposts are my food so part three might not take a whole year if I’m fed but who knows :) I absolutely hate when fanfic writers out their fan art into fics so I’m making seeing their redesigns options is you’d like to see the click here.

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Content Warning(s): Female reader and anatomy, insane mount of pet names, obsessive behavior (mild daydreaming of kidnapping in a non serious tone), and of course smut

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You came back just like you said you would, you were never one to go back on your promises of course. But now you were standing in the office you'd originally sworn you’d never come back to. Thankfully, this time you know what you're getting into. 

The hours before you got here were spent pacing and almost obsessively debating if going back was the best idea. Your mind went back and forth on whether Ballora invited you back out of pure politeness (do robots even feel the need to be polite??) Or if she genuinely wanted you back, if that was the case would the others want you there too? 

With those thoughts weighing you down you gave yourself 5 minutes of wallowing in your own anxieties so if you ultimately chose to stand her up you had the option to run away with your metaphorical tail in between your legs. But now with your time running out, and no convincing reasons to turn back you straightened up your outfit in the smudged, dirty reflection of the window.

You dressed up, meaning a pretty sweater and skirt instead of your more casual clothes. Even if only 2 out of your 3 robotic friends (lovers?) would be able to see you, you wanted to look your best for this second meeting.

Your hands shook as you flattened out the last wrinkle on your sweater, your thoughts racing a mile a minute. You were in actual mortal danger last time you came here, yet here you were more worried about your outfit then hightailing it out of there all because a couple unsettlingly sentient robots made your entire year in one night.

You checked the time on your phone for the umpteenth time, 11:59 stared back. It was now officially too late to take the cowards route, excitement and unease mixed in the pit of your stomach as the reality of your situation dawned on you. 

This was fine, right? You'd be fine?

You squeezed your eyes as tight as you could, hoping your almost debilitating anxiety would quiet down. You conjured up the memories you'd been replaying in your head over and over again. Ballora embracing you in the dimness of her room, holding onto you as if you would disappear if she let up. Foxy's toothy smile as he procured a Funtime Foxy plush to keep you company. Even Freddy's giddy monologue as he absent-mindedly squeezed his arms around you.

They loved- liked you… didn't they? Maybe love was too strong of a word for only one meeting, but you had only met them the same night you decided to sleep with them. Your mind finally slowed down, any self-doubt being filed away for another time.

Love or not, you were going to make good of your promise. You opened your eyes as you took a deep breath, stars dancing across your vision because of your prior eye squeezing. This was your new life now, secret lewd relationships with robots and casual breaking and entering. 

You slipped your phone into your backpack's side pocket, you'd come prepared this time with a blanket, some water, snacks, and your aforementioned funtime Foxy plushie.

With one last check in the mirror to make sure you looked your best, you inched towards Ballora's door, only stopping once you grasped the handle. 

"This is a good idea, a great idea even!" You thought to yourself, blood pressure surely sky rocketing into unsafe levels as you slowly opened the door. Serene, classical music filled your ears and immediately put you at ease. You walked a couple more steps, eyes feverishly scanning for Ballora but her voice found you first,

"Y/N?" Her voice was an uncharacteristic whisper,"Is that you?" She had one foot on her stage, seemingly in the middle of getting on.

"Yes! Uh- I mean yes?" You awkwardly responded, an unintended shrill tone escaping you. Minireenas hurriedly teetered away in their ever cute fashion, thankfully taking your mind off of you already botching your greeting.

"S-Sorry I'm a little late I was-" An explanation was on the tip of your tongue, but Ballora's sudden rush towards you momentarily threw you off. In an honestly disturbing display of speed she made her way to your side, immediately scooping you up into the air with her arms under your armpits. A disgruntled squeak left your lips as she spun you around once, then twice, before hugging you close to her chest as laughter spilled from her lips.

"I-I-I thought you weren't coming! I was so worried that you'd leave us behind. That'd you f-forget about us!" Relief was all but palpable in her tone, clearly beyond herself with excitement, "B-But you're here! You're really here! My dearest y/n…" 

Affection was oozing off of every word she spoke, such raw emotion cutting right through you. Your heart warmed with her caring sentiment but her tight bear hug was firmer than you'd like, constricting you to the point that you could barely breathe. 

"Ballor-a? I can't- really breathe-" You felt bad not openly reassuring her, but you felt like she'd appreciate it if you didn't pass out on her. She let out a surprised noise, quickly releasing her grip and setting you on the ground. 

"Ah! I apologize, I didn't mean to get so emotional" Ballora murmured, wiping her hands on her cloth skirt in an antsy motion. Her posture quickly turned dejected, faceplates shifting and face souring in tandem. A dull ache remained at your sides but you quickly ignored it,

"No! No please don't apologize, that was just a little too tight" You gazed worriedly at her closed eyes, arms moving to hug her waist,"I would never forget you Ballora, I'm sorry I made you feel like that" For the first time in your life you cursed the gods for not making you an optimal height for kissing animatronics, even on your tippy toes you barely even hit her chin. 

A thankful smile pulled at her lips, you reached a hand up in an unusual show of confidence and gently guided her down to your level. You hesitantly slid your lips against hers, feeling the firm, cool metal against your softer human ones. Ballora's mouth was seemingly only specialized for mimicking realistic speaking, meaning that unfortunately for the both of you, fluid kissing was not possible.

Even then just the firm press of your lips to hers was enough to convey every reassurance you wanted to. You pulled away to gauge her reaction and make sure you hadn't overstepped. It seemed like quite the opposite was true, as Ballora smiled down with a giddy expression.

"Well aren't you a romantic honey? Thank you" You weren't quite sure if she was thanking you for the kiss or for the kind words you reciprocated, your mind too busy gazing at her teeth. Now that you were up close and personal you could see her seemingly human-in-shape teeth taper at the ends just enough to be noticeably sharp. A small shiver ripped through you at the thought of what those teeth could do, 

"I would love to kiss you some more, hun but I do have to give you something" Ballora said, changing the subject and disentangling the two of you so she could twirl her way to her stage. You trailed behind, already needy and missing her warmth but still eagerly watching her blindly grope behind the drawn curtains beside her stage.

"Foxy helped me get this from the workers today, figured you'd might be interested sweetheart" She procures a piece of paper from its hiding spot, eagerly handing it to you in order to hear your reaction. The front read "Circus Baby's Pizza World" with a smaller "Help Wanted" just under it. Cutely drawn representations of the animatronics littered the page, pointing at the long list of jobs. 

The starting pay of each job was an almost eye popping large amount, the lowest paying job paying more than double your current job. The icing on the cake was the sentence at the bottom "No Prior Job Experience Needed", a smile grazed your face as soon as you read the words.

"I assure you I'm not attempting to indoctrinate you," Ballora joked, "After this week, there's a good chance that they will be putting keycard locks for the nightshift, the easiest way for us to bypass this would be for you to be employed here! But if that's not favorable we could figure something else out dear, no worries''

"This is perfect! I'd love to work with you guys, I'm not sure if they'd actually hire me but I can try!" You said, excitement emanating from you.

"The whispers from the staff assure me that management is, quote, 'floundering for new hires' so while I may not be privy to the details, I can imagine someone as wonderful as you will be picked up in no time" Her hand found its way to your lower back, dangerously close to your butt (not that you minded). The reassuring pressure left your skin pleasantly buzzing, you busied yourself by flipping to the paper around.

A basic job application form with almost laughably low quality confetti in the background stared back at you, it couldn't be that easy right? A job this high tech wouldn't just have you fill out a form, there had to be a catch. 

You bit your lip, what if they just didn't choose you? Your meager associates degree didn't even earn you anything above a grueling low paying office job, how the hell were you supposed to convince them to let you deal with such sophisticated animatronics?

You shouldn't have come back, you should have known that. Even if your intuition always tried to psych you out of everything you did, no matter how big or small, you knew better than to get your hopes up for something as good as the prospect of finally connecting with someone.

A small taste of copper exploded in your mouth, a direct result of your teeth overworking your lip. Despite the pain, you dig them in further as you try to think of anything to say.

"I'm sure you'll make the right decision" Ballora said unprompted, "I must say I've missed your voice, might we sit down and talk? How's that sound?" Without any eyesight she must have taken your silence as a cue to move on with the night. You were grateful for her stellar social skills, since they effectively pulled you out of your circling thoughts. You unlodged your teeth from your bloody lip,

"I'd love to, just- uh let me put my paper in my bag real quick" Your voice quivered a bit, as your anxieties still whispered in the back of your mind. Ballora either didn't notice your slight breakdown, or chose not to comment on it (both of which you were thankful for). She took a graceful step back, retracting her reassuring touch but allowing you space to get situated.

"I'm allowed to make decisions without thinking of every what if" You reminded yourself, kneeling down to delicately stuff the paper in your bag. 

You really did almost not come back, your mind rationalizing the fact that what you were dealing with down here was completely and utterly out of your control. Yet your body ignored any and all rationalizing, waking you up in the middle of the night in a puddle of your own arousal at the fuzzy memory of cold metallic fingers dancing along your body.

You zipped your backpack up, noisily announcing that your task was done in order to notify Ballora, who in turn made a small nod in your direction. You could see the semblance of a smile grace her face as she turned to the nearest wall. You pushed your backpack so it leaned against the nearby stage, quickly clamoring onto your feet to follow her.

"Whatever happens will happen" At least you were wanted here (which really couldn't be said for anywhere else you went sadly). But hell if you weren't going to make the most from it. You watched eagerly as Ballora carefully maneuvered herself into sitting against the wall, metal screeching as she finally hit the floor.

"I'm… not so graceful when it comes to sitting. Us animatronics really were only made to stand" Ballora joked, a refined giggle lacing her words. She seemed a bit bashful at her lack of elegance but continued on anyway, patting her lap invitingly. 

"I think you're always graceful Ballora" You answered, sweetening up your tone to an artificial level. You carefully lifted one of your legs over her stretched out ones, and carefully lowered yourself into her lap. 

"I'm glad you think so, but be careful darling, all that flattering you're doing might get you more than what you bargained for" Ballora wasted no time, as soon as you completely sat your weight on her she let her hands roam free. Her long, segmented fingers found their way to your face.

Closing your eyes, you obediently stayed still while you let Ballora trace her finger tips over your features. She took in all the information she could, the height of your cheekbones, the roundness of your closed eyelids, the slope of your nose, only slowing when she pressed a thumb against your lips.

"You're quite beautiful y/n," Ballora murmured, "Times like these really make me jealous of the others, I bet you make such cute faces while we defile you" Your face broke out in a blush, response getting caught in your throat as she gingerly pressed her thumb past your lips. Almost on instinct, your tongue flicked up to meet it. You weren't sure if you were disappointed or relieved that you couldn't taste anything, but at the very least the cold metal was a pleasing sensation against your tongue.

"Good girl~" The praise spilled from Balloras lips with a playful lilt, your tongue stopping its minute kitten licks as a whine unwittingly pushed its way out of your chest. Your eyes snapped open, embarrassment flooding your system at your involuntary reaction. Ballora, ever unphased by anything, has a pleased smile on her face.

"Now that's the reaction I was hoping for darling" she cooed, free hand wandering down the column of your throat. You had half a mind to pull back from the overwhelming mix of touch but in a swift purposeful move her other hand had made it down to your hip, stalling your squirming. You hadn't even noticed you were moving until she stopped you, your mind running a mile a minute and not getting a break as Ballora pressed your tongue down firmly.

"If you'd like to stop, just tap my wrist, okay?" You did your best to nod around her digit, "Let's keep at this, I think this is going just great" She leaned in to press a firm kiss against your hairline as her thumb got to work lazily petting your tongue until spit bubbled out the sides of your mouth.

Ballora rocked her thigh up just enough to press against your clothed mound, and you immediately knew you were done for. With a thumb in your mouth, an insistent pressure between your legs, and a hand that somehow snuck its way under your sweater any coherent thought was quickly squashed to make room for your growing libido.

"I can see the appeal of being inside someone now, shame only the boys get to" Ballora spoke in a nonchalant tone, cocking her head slightly at the choked noise you made. Only it wasn't just a choked noise, your knee-jerk reaction to the upsettingly hot comment was to inhale which quickly turned into you actually choking on your own spit. You quickly lean backwards, heaving slightly as you almost cough your lungs out.

"Too much?" Ballora asks as her hand not covered in spit pats your back, you take a second to even out your breaths before answering.

"No, just-" You wipe your mouth and let out one more cough, "I was just a little surprised 's all" Your embarrassment only worked to darken the flush on your cheeks, all the coughing didn't gross her out did it? 

"Sorry, sorry" The hand on your back urges you forwards, "What if I make it up to you? Hm? How's that sound princess?" Her cloyingly sweet tone calms your nerves, 

"Yeah, I'd like that…" You whispered quietly, allowing yourself to be coaxed forward. You leaned your weight against her chest, unabashedly nuzzling into her smooth neck. Reveling in the shudder she gave in response to the touch, you wrap your arms around her torso.

"Sweet thing, and here I thought you wanted to take a breather" Balora teased while easing her left hand, still tacky with spit, under your skirt. "And for the record I wasn't joking about wanting to be inside you~" Now that you didn't have a foreign object in your mouth you could successfully give a sharp inhale, no choking involved. 

"Foxy's the only one with custom parts, though with some convincing I could probably get either of them to swap with me" Probing fingers massaged the meat of your thigh, and you have to settle the adrenaline in your veins to form a response.

"Custom… parts?" 

"Oh yes, they didn't build Foxy that pretty on accident" Ballora elaborated, "Though I do admit we did help each other from time to time, we haven't done much experimenting, well, not before you came honey" That certainly got your attention, wiggling in her lap as her fingers finally grazed where you needed them.

"Cute~" the simple comment combined with her free hand effortlessly lifting your hips just enough to where she could press against you drew a needy noise out of you. 

“When you say helping each other you mean…?” You had to ask because she couldn’t possibly be implying what you thought she was, in the back of your mind you were vaguely aware that she had rendered you incapable of speaking more than half a sentence.

“Well, after a certain adorable human snuck her way into our hearts it opened a new…” Her fingers nonchalantly snuck their way into your panties, “world of possibilities for us. We are children’s entertainers at heart, but a night like that after months of inactivity is hard to move past.” Your ears burned with embarrassment, partly relieved that you weren’t the only one that was deeply affected by what transpired. Her chilled fingertips busied themselves by ghosting over your clit before smoothing over your folds,

”But that’s enough about us, tell me y/n, did you miss us too?” Ballora mused, digits now moving in a smooth, languid motion only aided by your slick. 

Of course you missed them, how could you not? You’d replay that night over and over again in your brain almost obsessively, every detail searing itself into your brain. At night when you were just trying to catch a wink of sleep, in the morning while you robotically went through your pre-work routine, in the evening while you drove home. Nearly every moment you were left to your devices was filled with the knowledge that not only did you technically trespass on a newly opening business, but also had two rounds of sex with the performing animatronics while in constant peril. 

The insanity of losing your virginity at a pizzeria chain only squandered by the pure lust that surged through you at the reminder that you in fact lost your virginity, that someone (something? Do animatronics count as people?) in fact wanted to have sex with you. And being wanted was one of the most addicting feelings you’ve ever felt.

”Of course I missed you guys,” You sighed blissfully, “It was -ah- crazy hard to even sleep-“ An incessant nudge against your entrance made your words taper off as more sounds tumbled off your tongue.

“Oh?” Ballora’s tone took a dangerously raspy edge, “Don’t tell me you were touching yourself to the thought of us, naughty girl”

”N-No, it was- just” One of her fingers teasingly threatening to press inside momentarily distracted you, “Dreams..? I’ve never been good at- by myself-“

”By yourself?” She prompted, her fingers stilling being both a blessing and curse.

“Y’know- uh getting myself off? At least wh-en I’m awake” God, you were really telling her about that huh? You guessed that people who were intimate with each other talked about this kind of stuff.

”Hmmmm~” Her pointer finger eased itself halfway inside you, “Poor thing, you must’ve been so pent up huh? Glad we could help you even when we’re apart. You said dreams?” Each time she prompted you to talk was surely taking years off of your life, you clenched up uselessly around her unmoving digit.

”Ballora- please just? Move?” You pleaded, thighs tensing as you attempted to shift in any way, only to be reminded of her iron hold on your hips.

”You get pretty spacey when I move, princess. I’m helping you out a little, making it easy. Why don’t you tell me about those dreams?” You let out a peeved puff of air, but obliged.

”It wasn’t anything crazy, just…” You said, trying to find the right words. “You -ngh!- guys kept showing up in my dreams? I’d wake up all- gross and sweaty.” That seemed to be what Ballora was looking for if the way she brought you impossibly closer and nuzzled your temple was anything to go by. Her warm breath puffed around the shell of your ear, making you shiver but quickly still when her lips inched close.

”Your body knows it’s ours.” Sharp teeth gingerly closed around your ear, ever mindful not to maim; just to impose their presence. “You’re wonderful Y/N~ You came back to me like the good girl I knew you were, and now I can bring your dreams into reality. Is there anything in particular you’d like, princess?”

“Anything- Everything? Please?” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say, only desperate to say the right things to get her hands fawning over you again. Your dreams more often than not delved into a too-deep-and-fucked-up territory you would rather not vocalize nor realize.

Ballora’s smooth chuckle calmed any remaining nerves, the muscles in your body singing as her hand got back to work; The finger inside of you effortlessly sliding completely into your welcoming heat while her thumb blindly felt its way up to your clit. While your immediate impulse was to shift, you were stopped by the smallest pinpricks of pain blooming as her teeth bared down,

”Careful dear, I might hurt you if you squirm too much.” Ballora practically purred. You made a vaguely understanding noise, doing your best to quell your nerves and not move. Another correct response got you another one of her fingers, their lazy movement making your head spin.

”Ballora?” Her name left your lips before you could stop it, spoken just between a gasp and whine. The teeth on your ears again dug in just enough to make you jolt before releasing, Ballora smoothed over the warm sting with feather-light kisses.

”Yes, honey?” Now that the threat of having a chunk of your ear be ripped off was less of an immediate concern, your hips eagerly angled so you could manipulate her fingers to hit the bundle of nerves inside of you that they seemed to be avoiding. You earned yourself a couple toe-curling zaps of pleasure until the hand on your hip gave a squeeze in warning.

”Naughty, what were you saying Y/N?” Her tone had just enough edge to make you regulate the overwhelming urge to implore her to move any faster.

”Um- I was thinking I could uh-“ Your voice shook, unused to asking for something so openly. “I could help you? We could finish together?” You leaned back so you could see her reaction clearer, not missing the way her fingers yet again slowed to a halt. Ballora’s faceplates shifted with a noise, a separate audible hiss of warm air escaping from somewhere sounded with it. 

You couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing, eyes still scanning her face as it pinched up with something you couldn’t decipher. Did you mess up the moment? Your hands trembled as you gripped her shoulders, brain already attempting to conjure up an apology for even asking. Of course she didn’t want your inexperienced hands on her, she didn’t offer for a reason and you just had to open your big mouth- A indulging smile spread on her lips, cutting through your small freak out over her perceived rejection.

”You want to make me feel good too princess?” She cooed, bringing her unoccupied hand to cup the back of your head and press a lingering kiss on your lips. “My perfect little girl is so considerate~” Your whole body jolted at the surge of praise, the warm feeling filling your lower belly only fueled by her fingers reanimating at a brutal pace.

”I’m perfectly content with just helping you out right now darling, nothing against you; I usually seldom indulge myself, direct pleasure can be a tad too overwhelming for me usually so if you’d let me feed off of yours this time I’ll keep your offer in mind for the future” Ballora traced warm kisses down your chin with unprecedented speed, leaving your mind reeling at the addicting onslaught of attention. All your inhibitions melted with every curl and pump of her fingers.

“Pretty little thing’s gonna come so quickly~” Your body instinctively curled into her, “Maybe I should drive things out even further…” 

“Please!” Was the only pitiful response you could muster up, already so worked up that you believed her obvious bluff. Ballora soothed your outburst with spindle-like teeth pressed gingerly against the skin of your neck,

”Ok~ You’re awfully needy Y/N~” She said. You gasped as she quickly withdrew her fingers from you, 

“I really would like more time for the two of us~ I should just tie you up and keep you in here with me, then I wouldn’t have to share” A protest died on your lips as three digits were practically shoved back into you.

”But that would be greedy of me unfortunately, I’ll just have to settle for giving you the best orgasms out of the group” Her casual, sincere way of talking lulled you into a warm sea of pleasure. She rendered you into a human puddle in her hold as you surrendered to her syrupy sweet words of affirmation.

Muscles aching from the way you wildly tensed up as she abused your sweet spot, head swimming as you felt overwhelming pressure curl in your gut every time her thumb worked at your clit; And even her teeth did their show of digging in just enough to make your skin crawl, was more than enough for Ballora to make good of her promise of making you have a world-resetting orgasm. You took big heaving breaths to try to keep yourself from becoming any more boneless, resting your entire weight on Ballora as tremors overtook your body.

You barely registered her words of vague praise, more focused on the way she slowly extracted her hand from inside your underwear- and by proxy yourself. Her now free hands had free reign to lovingly pet along your thighs,

“I’m guessing that was good?” She murmured kindly. 

“Mmmm” 

“I’ll take that as a yes” Her warm laugh washed over you, pleasant and somewhat tinny as it always was. Your arms wrapped around her neck again, a welcomed feeling of calm making you giddy enough to press appreciative kisses on whatever metal-plastic-skin-stuff of hers you could reach.

”Foxy and Freddy should be expecting us soon.” 

“Can we relax for a bit?” You asked, not feeling up to moving any time soon.

”Of course, darling~ Any more time I get to keep you to myself is time I will never take for granted. I never was good at sharing”