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This was so good wtff!! Like imagine how he would be if he finally fucked her tho?!🥴 My mind rn😫

That stalker!William Afton drabble was hot 😫 Maybe pt 2 can be a lil more darker and creepier where William breaks into her house n looks thru her panties and other stuff until y/n gets home so he hide in the closet. When she keeps masturbating to him he cant resist hearing her moan his name out loud. So he sneaks up behind her and puts his hand over her mouth as he fingers her. She’d get too distracted by how good it feels she doesn’t question how he got into her house in the first place.

OMFG HELLO?? ANON????? YOUR MIND. it’s giving joe goldberg oh god

warnings :: dubcon, voyeurism, stalking, degrading, trespassing, dark obsession, squirting, panty theft, overstim, fingering, more creepy shit. do not interact if you’re uncomfortable with dark content.

stalker!william who memorized your daily routine and schedule outside of work. he’s been watching you for the past few weeks thanks to the golden freddy plush, but also struggles to see you the same way at work. the sexual tension when the two of you end up together was too intense. william wishes to admit his dark desires that you may also have, but abides by his professionalism. one day you will be his, fucking you nonstop in the most filthiest ways. he just doesn’t know when. so out of curiosity, william ended up at your house.

on saturday mornings you’re always out of the house. the backyard window was cracked open, which was easy access for him to enter inside without the neighbors watching. he’s only seen your room in the same boring angle. he wanted to explore more, know more about you. after william looks around the main interior of your house, he’s drawn to your bedroom. taking in that scent of you mesmerized him; an addicting aroma he would faintly smell while you’re at work. already aroused, william would scavenge through your wardrobe where your panties were neatly folded. taking the pair he liked the most, he stuffed it in his pocket. his fantasy of seeing you all dressed up in lingerie for him came across his mind when he discovered your sets, astounding him. oh, how william would love to see you in the lace set or the silk set, seducing him to the point he’d tear it all off and take it out on you. his dark obsession for you would grow so erratic it would frustrate him more. in the midst of searching through your stuff, the front door suddenly opens. alarmed, william would scurry to your closet in hopes that you don’t find him. he also found it strange that you came back a little too early.

he sees you walk into the room, worn out and exhausted after coming back from the gym. you throw your bag on the desk and fall face down on the bed with your ass perfectly in his sight. even during post-workout, william would consider how breathtaking you look in his perspective. he thought of working out the same time and same gym you go to just to watch you. maybe even show off in front of you. but still trapped in the closet, there was no way for william to sneak past without getting caught. not that he would mind staying longer since he’ll be seeing you, but there were other errands he had to take care of. it wasn’t until he catches your hand traveling down your stomach all the way to where your cunt was. he felt his dick throbbing when you slightly moan, playing with yourself while your leggings were still on.

and so the fun begins.

william palmed the bulge in his pants when you pull your leggings and panties down to your knees and arch your back. face down, ass up, watching you play with your swollen cunt just like always. it was so, so worth it for him to end up this way, stalking you through your closet while you helplessly finger yourself. if only it was him, and only him, fingering you instead. owning your pussy just like that, hitting the spots that make you lose yourself. he wanted to, he wanted to. as quiet as he could be, william pulls down his pants and grabs his cock, once again jerking off to you pleasuring yourself. your moans were so raw, so delightful compared to on camera.

“fuck. please, please... fuck me like that, mr. afton,” you mewled. william felt his dick twitch when he heard you whine his name, halting his strokes. he can hear the lewd sounds of your pussy dampening around your fingers, your pleading whimpers and moans of wanting to orgasm. all while thinking of him.

“this pussy is all yours, sir.”

“oh god, william… it feels so good.”

“cum inside me, please. i want it all in this pussy.”

william couldn’t hold back any longer just watching. he had already lost his inhibition. the sexual rage you sent him invaded him tremendously that it was unforgivable. how merciless it was of you to make him feel this way. no matter how many times he’s jerked off to fantasies of you, nothing made him more ravenous than to leave that closet and sneak quietly and cautiously towards you as you were lost in your desires. william would straddle over you by one foot on the bed while the other on the floor. he didn’t hesitate to reach straight into your pussy and rub it at a much faster pace while the other clasps his hand over your mouth.

your moans turn into startled screams and gasps, struggling to escape this frightening grip until you realized it was william. your mind was too overstimulated to fight back; either this was a lucid dream of your forbidden fantasies or your boss from work was really here at your house, fingering you so good that your body easily caved into his touch. william gave a deep, unethical chuckle as your muffled moans grew more pathetic and louder than before. his fingers were already glistening from your wetness that an orgasm couldn’t be just more than a few seconds away. the sounds you made just kept provoking him to overstimulate you some more.

“now what did you say earlier, darling? that this pussy is all mine?” he mused, roughly bringing you to your knees. this time you were locked in william’s tight embrace of his hand over your mouth and still fingering you with his wrist resting on your pelvis. he can picture the position so well in his head—if only your body mirror was in range just to take in the sinful, delectable sight.

“you want me to make you cum? oh, that’s no problem at all. but does a desperate whore for me like you deserve it?” william taunts, kissing your temples and biting your neck. you rapidly nodded, completely beseeched and fervent to make you feel good until you’re a mess.

william hovers his palm off your mouth just to hear you. “please, mr. afton. i want you to make me cum,” you plead as you arch your neck back. he would wrap his large hands around your throat while fucking his fingers into you, hearing you cry out and squirm when he curls his fingers inside. william kept hitting your g-spot it felt shattering. the way you’re grinding your ass on his cock, his belt still unbuckled and pants pulled down to his thighs.

“you nasty, pathetic slut. can’t help but play with herself while thinking of me.”

“you have no fucking idea what you do to me whenever i’m around you. been wanting to do this ever since i saw you.”

“be a dirty little whore for me and cum. i wanna see it. i wanna be the first man to make you squirt.”

william’s tantalizing voice and his deep growls filling your ears reduced you to nothing but a brainless slut that he enjoys fucking. the orgasm building in your cunt kept intensifying, your walls squeezing around his fingers and shamelessly moaning out loud. when his fingers pumped in and out at a pace you couldn’t handle, you couldn’t help but gush over his hands and on the bedsheet. tiny droplets of clear fluid dribbling down your thighs and on his fingers got you stunned and speechless. william’s never been so turned on by this.

“‘atta girl. squirting all over your boss like the whore you are. if i can make you squirt from my fingers, i wonder how insane you’d go when i fuck you hard with my cock.”

😧oop omgg

Repoman! William Afton pt. 2

the long awaited story!

warnings; heavy CNC!! Knife play, degradation, being knocked out 

Enjoy & read with caution 

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Just so yall know that post abt penny is not mine and i reblogged it so my bad this acc is for laughs and positivity i just wanted to point out how disgusting that is.

That wild card with monty.. I wouldn't mind a 3some smut w/ roxanne💓 👀

oh anon. you have no idea what you’ve done.

this took 4 and a half hours i’m dead

i was wrong about competition, THIS IS MY MAGNUM OPUS

i can die happy HDNDNNSBDBDHDBDB

ANIMALISTIC

MONTY X F!MECHANIC!READER X ROXY

NSFW, MINORS DNI, EXTREME PRIMAL PLAY, THREESOMES, TEASING/MOCKING, FEAR PLAY, DADDY AND MOMMY KINK, SLIGHT BLOODPLAY, IMPACT AND PAIN PLAY, BONDAGE, SPREADER BARS, SENSORY DEPRIVATION, MARKING, TEMPERATURE PLAY, EDGING

This had been coming for a long while.

This night between the three of you.

It started with jokes. Both Rockstars teasing you about your sexual preferences, begging you to tell them about your most frequent fantasies during games of truth or dare and long nights.

Then came the lingering touches; the friendly pats on the back from Monty trailing a little too low to be considered platonic, the hugs from Roxy squeezing just a little too tight around your chest.

You would feel their eyes on you as you walked by, catch snippets of whispers that involved your name, accidentally spot shared hungry glances that flashed between the two of them when you wore something low cut or touched them in certain spots.

You were expecting something.

Just not… this.

At 12:05 that same day, Roxanne had walked up to you as you fixed one of her carts, and if anything to come was nearly as exciting as that encounter, then you were going to have quite the experience.

As per usual, you see her before you hear her.

“Hey gorgeous.” Her gears whir as she sinks down into a squat neck to your seated form. You turn to face her, cheeks turning up in a smile.

“Hey Rockstar. Anything you need from me?” Her golden eyes scan you up and down, once, then twice, before making unbreaking eye contact with you.

“Actually, yes, but I’ll get to that in a second.” Confusion races through you as you try to possibly guess what the woman in front of you is about to say.

Inching closer to you, eyes dropping to your chest in your uniform before gazing back into your very being, Roxy tilts her head.

“Monty and I want to play a game.”

That was exactly 11 hours and 55 minute ago. You nervously glanced back down at your ratty old plastic watch, seeing the seconds count down until the game would start.

The rules were kept to 10 terms.

1. The game would begin in Chica’s maze at exactly 12:00am.

2. You would be given a 10 minute head start.

3. Your objective was to find your way through the maze without being caught. If you managed that feat, then you would win.

4. If either Monty or Roxy caught you, you would lose.

5. Winning guaranteed you not only a bonus (which you had no idea how they got their claws on) but 2 favors from the wolf and gator each. Sexual favors.

6. If you lost, then they would get to do whatever they wanted to you.

7. You would be given another advantage, this one of a second chance. If either Monty or Roxy caught you, the first time they would let you go, but not without a “handicap.”

8. You would wear no metal, just to make sure Roxy wouldn’t be able to catch any glimpse of you through the walls.

9. You were to take 3 vacation days after the game, no matter the outcome.

10. You were to be naked.

You nervously shifted your weight from side to side, the floor ice cold on your bare feet. The whole attraction had been mopped clean just 2 hours prior, as per schedule. Part of you wondered if that was why this was happening tonight.

Once more, your mind went back to earlier, this time, during your lunch break.

“Monty, baby, what happens if I can’t find my way out and you guys can’t find me? Is that a stalemate?”

The 8 foot tall gator chuckles deeply, running his thumb over your hand.

“Oh, you poor, sweet thing.” He pauses, swallowing, before looking at you from over his glasses.

“That’s never gonna happen.”

You have one minute before you start.

Thoughts race through your head at the speed of light, causing your hands to clench and unclench.

What happens if they catch you that second time?

Do you even want to be caught?

And with that, your dingy watch beeps. Up ahead on the wall, a 10 minute timer begins counting down.

Fuck.

Never in your life have you been both so horny and so scared at the same time.

You should probably go into this with some kind of strategy, but you stumble over your own limbs, feet racing left, then right, then left again. You run through spirals and blindly dash through forks in pathways, not bothering to keep track of your steps. The only thing you can possibly think of is the image of Monty and Roxy waiting patiently for that big red clock to run out of time.

You’ve wasted five minutes when you finally run into a dead end.

It’s a miracle you haven’t hit one yet, really, but the closed off pink square you’re trapped in still hits your psych like a brick wall. Slowly, you push air in and out of your lungs, trying to bring some kind of sense back into your brain so you can not make a fool of yourself.

The last conversation uou had with both of them comes back to the front of your mind.

Both of the animatronics sit with you in a private corner, intently paying attention to every move you make and word you say.

“You remember the safeword, right?”

You nod. “Glamrock.”

They both break into toothy grins. “See you soon, baby.”

You finally calm down.

3 minutes to go.

Fingers tracing the cool metal of the wall, you retrace your way back to the crossroad you passed earlier, this time choosing the north path. You’ve come to another choice when the clock buzzes, Chica’s automated voice pouring out of the speakers.

“Time’s up!”

A part of you halfway expects to be immediately tackled to the ground, or for the heavens to open up and tell you that you’ve died from getting impaled on some kind of robot dick, but it doesn’t.

In fact, nothing happens.

A couple of seconds pass before you shake your head, choosing to keep following your path instead of going into a split section of the maze. Your feet pad quietly on the floor, the only sound besides your excited breaths.

From the very back of your mind, you hear a soft thud not created by your movement. Your breath hitches before you can stop yourself, and you rapidly turn to make sure a pair or two of glowing eyes isn’t staring you down.

Nothing.

Muscles considerably more tense, you continue your voyage down the pink and green neon halls, occasionally pausing to listen for sounds. There’s the occasional creak, but whether that’s from one of your predators or the establishment settling, you don’t know.

It’s then when you spot him.

Monty is standing about 30 feet away, back facing you. It’s a miracle you didn’t hear him. Some sane part of your mind is flattered that he is so determined to find you that he’s softening his steps. However, that part of your mind is certainly not in control, because you immediately let out a gasp of shock.

FUCK.

Time moves slow.

Your first instinct is to freeze, which will do you absolutely no good, so you follow your second impulse.

Run.

During your company training, you had to learn about how each animatronic was built. Monty is built large with a heavy center of gravity to be able to support his massive tail, which unfortunately means he’s very strong and fast when able to gain momentum. The upside for you (at least right now) is that it means he’s exactly like a real gator.

He can’t turn sharp corners.

At the same time you process all that information, Monty turns with a ferocious creak of his gears, smiling so wide you can see all of his teeth. His eyes glow red in the darkness, and for yet another time, you’re tempted to just hold still and wait.

But you don’t.

Turning your heel so sharply you know you’ll feel it later, you bolt down the hallway you just came from, and then the next, and the next, so quickly that you think your heart might explode out of your chest. You turn after turn, finally smacking flat against a metal wall, chest heaving.

You hear him the second before you see him, but that’s always how Monty has been.

Two green arms rip through the wall around you and pull you tight to the surface, one hand clasping around your mouth to muffle your scream of shock.

“Found you, babygirl.”

It takes him a fraction of a moment to scale the wall and leap over it, landing in front of your trembling form. Your cunt is pulsing as you cower in front of his hulking form, and your clit painfully twinges when you realize that he too is naked.

His eyes take you in, completely devouring nude body. “You’re even prettier than I imagined.”

Words fail to escape your mouth as he cocks his head. “Shame it’s only the first time.”

That’s right.

You gulp, knees cartoonishly knocking at you stare up at Monty. “What’s the handicap?”

He smiles again, tutting as he reaches into some unseen compartment. A single clawed finger pushes your chin up as he leans down towards your sweaty face.

“Roxy picked it out.”

It’s a silky black blindfold.

Fear and arousal, both potent as lightning races down your spine and into your pussy. Two contrasting thoughts form at the same time, hitting you like whiplash.

How the fuck am I gonna get out now?

They remembered.

Monty leans your head forward, wrapping the scarf around your eyes once, then another time before tying it in a secure knot. You are plunged into total darkness, sure as the midnight sky, and it’s only the sound of Monty’s gears and his warm breath that lets you know he’s right in your ear.

“I can’t fuckin wait to get inside that little cunt, but remember. If you take that blindfold off, I will personally make sure you have to use a wheelchair from how hard I spank you, and that’s before Roxanne gets done with you. Understood?”

You frantically nod. “Yes Daddy. Yes.”

Although you can’t see him, you know he’s smiling.

“Good fuckin girl.”

A pause.

“You have 60 seconds. Run.”

You listen.

This time, you follow your mind, not your fear. You have no safety net this time, and your major sense for making it out of here is knocked out of commission. Your hand traces along the grooves placed in the wall along with Braille for blind guests, and although you can’t make any sense of the words, the huge X’s carved into the walls make sure you don’t bash your head in.

Slowly but surely, your other senses dial up to 100. Perhaps it’s survival instinct, the sheer arousal pulsing through your veins, or a combination of the two, but you swear you can hear every creak of the compound, every knock and turn of the maze. If you focus hard enough, you can even hear Monty’s heavy body walk far away from you.

You sigh.

But you can’t hear Roxy.

Roxy isn’t built like Monty. She’s made out of light materials so she remains aerodynamic for races. Her tail is not only a fashion statement and for character, but to provide her stabilization for running and speed. She isn’t quite as strong as Monty, only capable of carrying 300 pounds instead of 900, but she’s the fastest animatronic on the planet.

Maybe that’s why you don’t ever hear her coming up to you. You can’t see. You can only feel the wind rushing in your ears before she throws you over her shoulder.

“You lose.”

Her icy metal is a jarring contrast to your hot skin as the air is knocked out of your lungs, your body going limp around her.

“MONTY!”

Monty’s heavy footsteps come tramping up, laughing in glee at your captured form. “Knew you would find ‘er, Rox.”

They both laugh, and you smile against her back. The game is over.

The realization comes floating through your mind as silently as a predator.

They get to do whatever they want with me.

You’re tossed onto a soft surface, a tiny oomf! escaping your lips. The laughter of your lovers has long since ceased, a palpable tension hanging in the air.

In a flash, your hands are tied above your head to some kind of post, bound so you’re flat on your back, now both blind and helpless to defend yourself.

“Who do you want, Mommy or Daddy?” Monty’s voice rings through your head and you tense at the words. You’re smart enough to know that context will NOT be provided.

“Mommy.”

Both a victorious laugh and a groan emanate from the darkness. “Good girl.”

5 seconds of total nothingness pass.

Ice cold fingers trace the outline of your tits, so cold that it’s almost painful. You gasp and your back arches, earning a condesending hum from Roxanne. “You like that, don’t you?”

Your agreement falls from your lips within seconds, inviting more of the temperature to coat your body. “Please, yes I do. I really do, Mommy, please keep doing it.

“Vocal, aren’t we?” A voice from behind your head pipes up. Monty is now somewhere seated in front of your blindfolded head, doing god knows what.

Roxy’s fingers finally drift to your nipples, causing you to twist in your bonds. “Fuck yeah she is. Look at her. She’s a mess and all I’ve done is play with her tits a little.”

The playful insult from Roxy goes ignored in favor of moaning when she pinches your left nipple hard enough to just break the skin. Everything is emerging from the darkness, and it’s a shock to your core when you feel her tongue lick up your stiff sore nipple to collect the small amount of blood.

You are prey.

Above you, Monty groans out. “Keep doing that, Rox.”

The light annoyance from Roxy almost makes you giggle. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do, swamp rat. Just keep jerking off and pray you don’t cum too quick unless you wanna embarrass yourself.”

So that’s what he’s doing.

Roxy’s tongue has ventured lower and lower, now licking long stripes down the valley of your breasts to the top of your cunt, mere millimeters away from your puffy clit. You cry out when she finally reaches there, legs snapping shut at sudden intense pleasure.

A large hand smacks you across the face, not enough to genuinely hurt, but enough to sting. “Don’t fucking move for your Mommy, ight?” You nod, and Monty grunts in approval. However, the woman at your pussy is not so easily appeased.

“Get the bar.”

Your legs are hooked up with two thick straps, a heavy pole pushing them so far apart you can feel the breeze of ac on your wet, sticky cunt. Roxy once more begins working on your clit, but this time, the full pressure of her tongue is unavoidable. The pleasure is so extreme and so unlike anything you have felt in your whole life. Her tongue pushes and laps at you, swallowing any amount of fluid that comes out, but just before you finally are pushed over the edge, she tugs away.

You cry out at the loss of sensation, once again fully in the dark. Your clit burns with need and it causes you to jerk around before two heavy hands firmly grab your hips and hold you still.

“Relax, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna make you cum, and if he doesn’t, i’ll take care of you. Would you be good and suck Mommy’s pussy as well as she just did yours, hmm?” Something about her talking about herself in the third person has you babbling out agreements and makes you start begging to pleasure her.

“fcourse i’m gonna make her cum, you fuckin dog. Shut up and move so I can flip ’er over and get behind that ass.” Monty growls, to which Roxy laughs in response. She unclips the bar and you groan as your legs collapse flat against whatever you’re laying on. They switch positions, Roxy redoing the hand bindings so you’ll be more comfortable with your weight baring down on the tops of your calfs.

Two humongous smooth hands glide down your back to rest at the curve of your ass, landing a harsh slap on the cheek. Monty laughs as you yelp, pussy dripping in need. “I won’t make you wait much longer pretty girl, go ‘head and listen to Mommy.”

Your hair is tugged up so Roxanne can slide under where your mouth is. Swiftly, you’re lowered right above her pussy, just inches away from her hole. You’re practically drooling, thankful for the blindfold because if you could see what was under you, you’re worried you would cum untouched like a schoolgirl.

“Get started for me, sugar.”

Monty spreads you with two sharp fingers, pressing his way inside of you as you push yourself into Roxy’s cunt, moaning at the combined sensations. Both of them let out exclamations of pleasure as you clench down from the feeling of Roxy around you; your lips fervently sucking on her clit.

“Sh-she’s good at this, Monty.” The woman groans as her hands dig into your hair.

“Now it’s your turn not to cum in 3 seconds, dog.” Monty is now thrusting, groaning out as he inadvertently adds friction to Roxy’s clit. “Did you speak too soon?”

Monty leans over you, fucking you down lower to the ground. “Can I try somethin baby?”

You moan into the racer’s pussy, hoping that sounds something like a fuck yes.

Your eyes widen as you feel a warmed finger press around the tight rim of your asshole.

Holy shit.

He’s gonna finger your asshole while he fucks you.

You start sucking harder.

With every thrust, Monty’s finger gains more and more pressure, until the tip finally pushes through the barrier of muscle. You squeal as your eyes roll back, and Roxy’s claws scrape all the way up your shoulders in ecstasy. “Whatever you’re FUCKING doing Monty, keep doing it.”

He pushes his finger into the hilt of his knuckle. By now, you’re shaking so hard that the only things keeping you upright are two pairs of hands and a dick inside of you.

His finger curls downwards, pressing against the thin, sensitive wall between you and his ribbed dick. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“I’ve been on the edge for fucking eons now, please hurry up, Monty.”

You just moan wantonly.

With that, Roxy is shot over the edge, cumming with a raw howl of pleasure so intense you know you’re gonna use it as spank bank material for the next 20 years. As soon as she finishes, Monty’s hand tugs your hair so that his chest is flush with your back, dick still inside you, and bites your neck.

You finally, finally cum.

The blindfold might as well be useless at this point, because your vision goes completely white, all the muscles in your body contracting at once. Roxy’s hand presses up on your pelvis while Monty finishes, and the feeling sends you tumbling into a second orgasm (or perhaps just an extension of the first)

At last, the blindfold comes off.

You collapse on top of Roxy, both of you covered in Monty’s cum, and shake against her chest.

There’s only one thing you want to say.

“We have to do that again.”

Jelous Moondrop x fem!reader My Ao3 account was suspended for 30 days so Tumblr here I am!!

(Inspo: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8TnFVAB/ )

You were one of the very few secruityguards that were employed in the Mega Pizzaplex. Your area to secure was the daycare center.

While you tried to avoid any confrontations with the customers, it was you that the parents would complain to if something went slightly wrong. Their kid had scraped their knee? Complain. Their kid was hungry? Even then they’d sometimes complain. But the more it happened the more it became funny to joke about with the other securityguards that sometimes came by in their brakes.

Some parents would even drop their children off just before sitting down on the couches that were placed right infront of the daycares playground.

None of that mattered to you though. You enjoyed your jobs, even with some hiccups here or there. But… one thing was off. It’s your ‘coworker’. The animatronic that looked like a sun and had the energy of one as well. You kind of envied his ability to take care of the children as well as he does. When you two were alone he acted… strange.

The day always started slow. You would arrive at the Mega Pizzaplex and walk to the door with the text “SUPERSTAR DAYCARE PICK-UP” hanging over it, greeting some of the earlier arrived night time employees during your way there.

After unlocking the door you’d look around for any signs of a break-ins or damages. As always, there were none. Everything looks just like it did when you left the day before. “Hooo-hoo hoo!”, a voice called out. Your head turned towards the small platform build up high in the air.

The animatronic lifted it’s arms and was about to do his main entrance of jumping down into the ballpit, but he didn’t jump. There weren’t any kids here yet, was your daily explanation. He looked around the room until he spotted you leaning against the red gate next to the slide. His face seemed to brighten with joy, you don’t know how to describe it. How can a robot like bim look more happy? There was no explanation to it. It was just something you began to understand after the last few days of his attention.

The robot waved to you. You smiled and waved back. The hand you used to wave was held to your mouth, acting like a megaphone as you told him. “The daycare will open in 20 minutes! You can go back to your room if you’d like!”

The animatronic didn’t respond. He only sunk his one hand and continued to starre at you. You turned around to face the statue. The golden face of Sun and his counterpart Moon was beautiful in the light of the room. It stood high above you.

Talking about standing, your feet were getting tiered from standing, so you grabbed a chair and placed it infront of the slide. You reached for your backpocket, taking out your phone. You entered your password and played some games to pass the time.

But only after a few minutes of playing you noticed something from the corner of your eye. You screamed in shock. “Gosh! Don’t scare me like that!” “I APOLOGIZE!!! I just thought I’d greet you!”, Sun said with his head poking out of the slide’s entrance.

You appreciated the thought, yet it could have been done with less of a scare.

“Well hello Sunny.”, you greeted him with a smile. ‘He did that thing again!’, you thought ‘his face is full of happiness again?!’ “Do you have any ideas on what to do in the remaining 15 minutes?”, you asked calmly. He seemed to think for a moment before speaking. “We have glitter glue! And crayons! Maybe we can paint something?” Before you could even think a single thought his rambling continued. “Oh but- if you don’t like that then we can play a game! Like Tag or Hide and Seek!”

You looked the animatronic in the eyes while you chose what to do. Even though he’s now sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, he was tall enough for his eyes to directly starre into yours, with little difference in hight.

“Let’s play Hide and Seek!”, you proclaimed.

o________________________________________o

It’s definitely not the best hiding place. Not at all. But it might be enough to entertain both of you.

You were hiding in the right block of slides and stairs. as well as 2000 different deceases children might have spread here- (It’s where the generators are but I don’t know the word dor it-) You were hiding in a slide that connected the top and middle floors.

“4… 3… 2… 1! Ready or not here I come!”

You felt giggely as you heard him walk around the daycare. His bells making a sound every time he took a step or moved his hands. Usually it would be almost unbearable due to the sounds of different children chattering. But now? Now it’s just you and that animatronic. And 10 minutes of time left-

“Where are youuu?~”

You held a hand infront of your mouth and nose every time Sun would come near you, hoping to avoid any hints to your position. But even with the adrenaline this game brought, you were having fun!

“GOTCHA!”, Sunny shouted as he gently tackled you. You laughed as he laid ontop of you. “And now you will be the Seeker!”

After both of you want back to the spot infront of the ballpit Sunny added a new rule. “Hey! You know I have these bells right? Welll~ it would be unfair if you could just listen to where I go right?” You took the hint and cupped your ears with your hands. The animatronic nodded and went to go hide in his “Super Secret and Amazing Hiding-Spot!!” after you had closed your eyes as well.

“89… 87… 86…”

Sun knew the perfect spot.

“75… 74…”

He sometimes plays this game with the children so he’s learned a lot from them!

“54…53…52…”

He almost reached his spot. It’s somewhat difficult to get to but it’s alright seeing that you’re an adult.

“43… 42… 4-“

You stopped counting. ‘What happened? Why are the lights off??’ You weren’t cheating, but even with your eyes closed you saw the difference between the normal Daycare lights and pitch black darkness.

Your hands dropped to your sides. You could hear Sunny’s awful cry. But you knew it’s dangerous to even get near him right now. You were not dumb. Well- not that dumb.

You made a burst to the tall wooden door. Quickly unlocking and opening it. And as fast as it was opened, it was closed once more.

‘But- The lights only turn off during the night- wha-‘, you thought before you spotted a clock. ‘4:35 AM?!?’ There was no way- Did you travel back in time? You pulled your phone out to check that this wasn’t some power outage or worse, some silly prank.

And on your phone it stood. ‘6:05 AM’

‘Ugh I knew I needed a new one- Did I break some part that controls the clock?’, you questioned yourself.

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After a few more moments you began to move to the Lobby. Maybe you can still get out and go home? Sleep for a bit more? But no. Of course not. Life had to give you an extra kick. And a hard one at that.

“Give up!”, he yelled from behind.

You ran. Fast. You were never good at any sports. Getting exhausted easily was something your teachers would nagg you for. Well now you wish you had the stamina of Hercules.

You did some random turns, trying to shake the aggressive animatronic off, but all attempts failed. Being blown in the waters of Montys fast steps.

Why was he attacking you? A malfunction? Does he think you’re an intruder? Who knows. But you know that you’ll make a good meal for him.

That is until you turn around another corner.

Dead end.

You turned to face your soon-to-be demise. Your eyes getting watery. Your knees feel weak. You’re exhausted. Yet- Monty stops. He stood at the entrance of your dead-end hallway of death. Was he taunting you?

Looking through his star-shaped glasses you could see him looking… shocked? He wasn’t even looking at you. He didn’t approach you. The opposite actually, he took a step back. And then another. He even turned and ran away after mumbling a “s-sorry.”

You were glad that you haven’t died. But you were also confused.

All until someone touched both of your shoulders. Your shoulders tensed up again. Was there something worse than Monty behind you?! You looked at your right shoulder. The hallway was dark, yet you could see the color of the fingertips that held you down. They were… blue?

‘What animatronic here has blu-‘

“It’s past your bedtime~”, Moon giggled into your ear as he wraps one arm around your waist and moves the other around your chest, lifting you in the air before carrying you on his shoulder. But he didn’t return to the daycare. Instead he went into a different direction. Or at least you presume that, it isn’t easy to know where you’re going when all you are able to look at is the floor. But it seams like he went somewhere backstage?

You were not familiar with any other location beside the main daycare.

You heard Moon move something and then he climbed inside of the walls? After going down a slim hallway you both entered a room. Moon dropped you down onto the floor. All you could take in was that the room was strangely messy. There was a table with a random box on top of it. And under the table was a torn apart security bot?? Next to that was a broken shelf and a toy house. Behind you was a small staircase that led to… Sunny’s stage? Was this their room? How is it this messy? You know that both sides have a strict code for cleanness.

Behind Moon was a red colored wall with the company’s logo painted on it. “FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZAPLEX”. But most of it was blocked by Moon who was directly starring at your face.

Both of you didn’t say anything for a few minutes. The air laying full of awkwardness. Who will talk first? Turns out it was you. “Soo… is this like your guys room?” It was a good conversation starter. Or so you thought. Because Moon continued to starre at you in silence.

Eventually you saw his arm lift. He looked like he was about to touch your arm but he stops himself, still holding eye contact. He looked… confused? Like he was trying to figure out who you are. “Bad children must be punished.”, he said, maybe to himself, and grabbed your arm. He pulls you down so you lay beneath him. Your face flushed as your mind began to wonder about all of the dirty things this robot could do to you.

Moondrop hummed and placed his knee inbetween your thighs. ‘Why is this hot?’, you asked yourself. His fingers danced to your uniform. Undoing the buttons on the top part, revealing your bear chest. “Naughty Naughty…”, Moon whispered as he unclasped all of the buttons of your top, revealing your (color) bra. Next he lowered his fingers to your crotch. Your breath hitched as his hand dived straight into your panties. Your arousel dripping onto his fingertips as the teased your clit.

His fingers rolled against the bundle of muscles. The core of pleasure continuously grew inside of you. You were enjoying this and he knew. His fingers worked like magic on your sensitive parts.

You whined as he removed his hand. But Moon worked on getting your trousers off first. Now you laid there only on your underwear.

All needy.

All seeking pleasure.

All for him to see.

You extended your hands and grabbed his faceplate, smashing your lips onto… his teeth? It was weird yes, but in the moment it felt right. Not long after the kiss ended, Moon pushed your panties aside and slid two fingers back into your wet pussy. You let out a deep breath from the continuance of pleasure. Moondrop’s other hand wandered around your sides. Going from your hips, up to your shoulders and back down once more.

But once your breathing got heavier and your pants became more audible, Moon drifted his fingers to your throat and gently pressed down on your blood vessel, making you feel slightly lightheaded. “Tsk tsk tsk… such a naughty thing… Creaming all over my fingers like that~ What are you going to cum just from my fingers doll~?”, his words went straight to your crotch area, making you quick to release your cum onto his palm. Moon snickers and you hear him move some fabric. You tilt your head to look at him and get flustered as you see his cock.

Why would they give an animatronic a dick?? What horny maniac would do such a thing?

Yet you had no real time to think about it seeing that Moon immediately started to fuck your pussy while it’s still warm and wet. You threw your head back as he rutted inside of you. While you were panting and letting some whined escape your mouth, Moon was actually growling and grunting. “C-can you feel this?”, you looked him in his red eyes and asked. Moon’s voicebox spoke “Yes. I can feel your little wet cunt fluttering around my cock doll~”, he said.

You almost envied his capability to speak flawlessly while simultaneously railing you harder then any human might ever be able to. Yet you just laid there in what you think is his room and took everything he gave you with thankfulness.

His body moved yours every time his hips would make contact with your rear. Your thighs shock. Your voice slowly started to get raspy. At the same time Moon was starting at you. He adored the look on your beautiful face. The way your hair fell onto your face. The way your face was contracted in pleasure. It was getting him closer to his realease. “Fuc- please! Moon please!” You didn’t know what you were asking of him. But Moon knew. His hips made a loud clapping sound, which after your plea lost its rhythm. But where rhythm was lost, speed was gained. Moon removed one of his hands from your hips and placed it back onto your clit, moving his fingertips in a circular motion. Your voice gained volume as you reached you peak. Your walls fluttered around the animatronics cock. You were filled with your own wetness being fucked back into you, but now something was added. ‘Did Moon just cum!?’, you thought.

As you looked down onto the messy scene, you saw a glimpse of what you assumed was the robots cum. It was a dark blue color. But your view was cut short as Moondrop smashed his face against yours again. You messily made out with his faceplate again. The ‘kiss’ didn’t last for long.

After the affectionate kiss you took a deep breath in. Was that… the smell of Blueberries? You didn’t think about it too much. ‘Whoever gave an animatronic a dick must have made the cum edible and safe… hopefully-‘

omg your smut is so good wtf??? 😳 aaaa could you possibly write Monty x shy afab reader who has a praise kink??

note: my shy ass with a praise kink,,, AND WITH MONTY?? don’t call me out like that,,

warnings: dubcon, noncon, praise, petnames (good girl, pretty girl, baby), afab!reader, tummy bulge, implied possessiveness, orgasm denial, light teasing, choking, semi-public sex, minors dni

word count: 701

Rock n’ Rhythm

“You gotta be quiet, baby or they’ll hear ya.” His voice rumbled as he dragged you up and down his length at a rough pace.

You bit your lip as you swallowed down a moan, the obvious bulge in your tummy prominent when he sits you down on himself ripping an orgasm from you again.

”Monty…” “What is it, pretty girl?“ He coos at your reddening face as you duck your head down into his chest to hide yourself, it was embarrassing.

”Can’t get off on your own, hm?” He snickers at the look on your face as he holds your chin between his index and thumb, claws grazing against your soft skin.

Your eyes avert to the side and your stomach swirls with shyness and arousal. The distant sound of a birthday party happening reminds you of your situation.

”Monty we really shouldn’t do this…” “And yet nothin’ was stopping you from climbin‘ onto my lap to ride my cock.” He smirks, picking his sunglasses between his fingers and pulling them down ever so slightly as he winks at you.

”C’mon, baby, don’t get shy now.”

He lifts you by the hips and drops you back down ripping a mewl from your pretty lips as you grip into his shoulders for support.

”Show me how badly you want it, pretty.” He says, leaning back in the cushioned chair with his hands behind his head as he watched you with a smirk.

You mumble in frustration, slowly moving yourself up his cock with a sigh and moving back down with a whine.

Your hands grip at his chest as you bounce in his lap, clit bumping against his pelvis and sparking arousal through your pussy as you find a good rhythm. Your breasts bouncing as you pant, eyes half lidded as you look up at Monty who watches in amusement.

He places a hand on your hip, he knows you’re getting close, thighs burning with exhaustion and he stops you, halting your movements as you mewl and whisper in protest.

His grip on your hips tightens as he suddenly starts pounding up into your cunt, the lewd sounds of your juices reverberating off the walls of his dressing room.

He moves a hand up and gropes at your tits, lightly pulling and pinching your perky nipples between his claws as he bounces you on his cock.

”Such a good girl, takin’ me so well.” He groans, a growl followed after as he moves his hand from your breasts to your throat, squeezing very enough to make your breathing difficult as your tongue peeks between your lips.

”Do you feel it? Ya feel me hitting all yer spots?” He chuckles at the moan you let out when his hand gripping your hip moves to press against the bulge in your tummy.

You bite your lip hard as your gummy walls squeeze him tight, almost affecting his pace as you clamp down on him.

”Do you like hearing me call you a good girl?” Your eyes roll back and your pussy squeezes his length again. “You do, I can feel it. Such a pretty girl, all for me.”

Each praise shoots like lightning to your sopping cunt, a white ring around the base of his cock as his tip kisses your cervix.

”Monty ‘m gonna cum!..” “Are ya, baby?” He chuckles, gripping your throat a little tighter as your eyes gloss over and your body trembles as you slowly reach your peak.

”Go on, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, yeahh, such a good girl aren‘t ya?” He groans as your pussy convulses around his dick, spasming as your juices leak around his length.

He pats your head softly as you rest against his chest, cock still buried and clenched by your gummy walls as you slowly regain yourself.

He nuzzles his face against yours, cheers outside heard as a birthday candle is blown out.

You both hear the muffled voice of a child saying, “Where is Monty Gator? He’s my favorite, Mom!”

He kisses your forehead before lifting you off of himself and handing you your clothes that were most likely shreds of fabric.

”Let’s go wish the kid a happy birthday alright, baby?”

Hiiiii, how are you today? I hope you're well and safe. I had an idea for mike I hope you don't mind. Imagine him being jealous of his own baby being breastfeed. Love your stories ❤

a/n: hello!! i’m doing very good, i hope the same things for u too:D i’m very happy to hear u enjoy my writing. Also i never expected my blog to contain things mostly abt mike schmidt but here we r, remember to send me any request (i’m trying to improve my smut writing so those types would be helpful but fluff is also fine!) and i will try get to them asap. hoping to be a lot better at this stuff once my holidays start in a week. ty for all the love so far, appreciating every single one of u beautiful individuals interacting w my account <3

fyi: this blurb will contain insinuations of sub!mikeschmidt, lactation kink, breeding kink (quick mention) baby will be referred to as “she” but rly whichever gender u prefer!!

You had finally finished putting your sweet baby to rest, as much as you loved the little bundle of joy, it was difficult for you both mentally and physically to keep up with the needs of her. finally having some peace and quiet you rested on the couch laying your head against Mikes shoulder while he gently rubbed your back knowing the aches you felt there. soft moans left your mouth as the feeling of relief swarmed through you, Mikes lips gliding across the skin of your neck, whispers of how beautiful and amazing of a mother you are reached your ears while you drifted into a peaceful rest.

This rest however, didn’t last long as you were soon awoken by your baby’s cries, Mike was fast asleep so you quietly padded your way to her rooms rocking her as you returned to the couch and began to breastfeed her. Mike woke up soon after silently watching you, later taking the baby to put back to sleep while you cleaned up.

“she didn’t drink enough, i don’t think she cried from hunger, god i’m so sore”

“it’s ok come here honey relax for me” Mike took your hands leading you back to the couch where he cuddled with you. He kissed your cheeks, lips and neck, hands moved to pull off your shirt. his kisses drew nearer to your sore breast where he latched onto a nipple.

He started sucking, moaning as your sweet milk filled his mouth, the liquid was like ambrosia to him, it got him more drunk than any alcohol. His ferocious sucking at your nipple was soothed by his tongue that lapped at any mess left over.

“god, don’t ever want you to stop producing milk, might just fuck a baby into you and get you pregnant all over again. Bet you’d want that huh?”

he exclaimed profanity’s while his hips thrusted against the side of your thigh where you felt a very hard erection forming.

“hmmm” you could barely respond, his actions against your leaking tits had you completely silenced, the only noise coming from you were quiet moans and pants as the area between your thighs became increasingly wetter. Mikes talk about impregnating you did nothing to cease the sensations, simply making your underwear even more soaked.

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.

(Also @crazyytogetherrr @azmosposts @cherryxsapphic pspspsps come get your long over due food)

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”