Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Ballora

This is the first STRAIGHT thing I've written in a while so pardon some of the mistakes. Not sure if I'll finish it so leave it in the comments if you'd like me to! Love yall!!

Ballora continued to toss Afton around like the man was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. His face was flushed and his black hair was a mess and in his face. He found himself thrown over her robotic shoulder for the thousandth times.

"Ah, hello Scotty, look how you've grown up. Such a doll. So I see Will has moved on to younger men. Interesting." Ballora said in an oily tone and Afton kicked his feet, if she hurt his Scott, he would tear her apart. Whether it was his wife or not. "But no worries, dear, I have no use for you." She finished smugly and Afton felt himself being whipper back around, Ballora's hand caught him from slipping by grabbing his waist, her slender fingers pressed into his growing and he hiccuped. Afton tried to push away from her by pressing her neck and pushing off, but she caught him by grabbing his thigh, which she proceeded to squeeze and grope in manor that wouldn't be picked up by their audience. Afton couldn't suppress the moan that oozed past his lips. He choked and Ballora let out a tinkling laugh as she continued her sexual teasing. She was enjoying this too much and Afton was in a painfully embarrassing state of pleasure. He wanted to be back in Scott's arms, but something about being flung around by a robot of his creation with his wife's voice and soul, stopped him from struggling too hard.

"L-Laura!" Afton cried as he was flung onto the other shoulder in a similar fashion to switching your bag over. "Put me down!" He cried and she just blatantly grabbed his groin in response, massaging his bulge with her matriculate fingers.

"I could never set you down. I am enjoying this too much." She whispered, her face plates clacking. She picked him up off her shoulder and held him like a child out in front of her, looking him up and down. Her brown, robotic eyes lingered on his bulge, which he knew was prominent without having to watch. "Now I am curious," she purred, "do you still squirm and moan the way you used to?"

"Laura put me down immediately." Afton said with finality, but Laura only tutted.

"And have you attempt to explain to your dearest Scott how caught up you've gotten with your ex wife?" He moaned in despair, he felt the warmth of shame building in his hips. She pulled him against her slim middle frame and made him wrap his arms around her neck and legs around her waist. She took to the wall and she began to scale it. Afton heard Scott cry out in terror and a couple other cries of protest, but a hatch in the roof was lifted and Afton was thrown inside of it. He braced himself, it would be in here, then, where he would be killed. He watched as the robot folded herself to fit into the hatch. She crawled towards him on all fours until she was right in front of him. "This is one aspect of our marriage the I actually missed." She laughed. She began to undo his pants and he regretted making her fingers so life like. They were cold as ice as they touched the skin just above his erection. He moaned and let his head fall back. It could be worse, she could be a stranger. She grabbed the base of his thighs, thumb burrowing into the soft inside just by his groin. His breathing grew heavier. He tried to suppress the disgust he felt in indulging himself.

She dragged a knuckle up the length of his dick, the metal felt burning in how cold it was. He whimpered and bucked his hips up to meet her.

"No, no, no, sweety, you aren't allowed to do that. She pressed her left hand into his stomach to keep him down, but then seemed to have another thought. She stuck her hand beneath his shirt and pushed it up, pressing her cold hand down on his bare skin. His face flushed darkly and he knew he was drooling. "Where did all of these muscles come from, my dear. You aren't as scrawny as I remember you being. Ah but these scars... distasteful, aren't they." She said and Afton looked up with crossed eyes, he huffed and fell back again. She continued to tease him, tickle him, trace his skin with her fingers. And then she pulled him up again, his entire body ached in protest. She crawled behind him, her arms twisting in inhuman ways, and pulled him down in her lap. From there, she undid the buttons and removed his shirt properly. She then removed his pants entirely so that they weren't binding his legs together. She leaned back, running a hand up the front of his torso and pulling him back with her, guiding Afton by his neck. She uncrossed her legs and propped Afton up on one thigh, pressing Afton's thigh down and forcing him to grind against the cold surface. "Now I know how much you love this sort of sexual activity, from your... recent... endeavors." Afton felt like he might explode. He was about to cum when at that moment, Laura grabbed his dick and pressed a finger over his hole. His eyes widened and he moaned. Her fingers were different from Scott's. They were smooth and slender and they clicked and fluttered around. She started stroking him and her movements were different from Scotts. Scott was always desperate, as if he felt the same pleasure from jerking Afton off, Laura, though, acted as though she only wanted him to feel the excitement.

"Alright I suppose I've led you on this long enough. I see now that you do move the same way. Your voice is just as sweet, my little songbird. Despite every way that you've changed, you sexual habits never will, will they?" She removed her hand Afton cried out. The warmth rushed through his hips his cock twitched as the cum spurted out the tip. He groaned, leaning back into Laura and wrapping his arms around her neck. He felt a button press and suddenly everything shifted. Not the room necessarily, but the thing he was leaning against. It shrank growing smaller and warmth began to be emitted from it.