The stereotype of the nerd girl taking her glasses off and suddenly she's beautiful, but in reverse. A cold tough mean office lady who glares at everyone until she gets glasses and suddenly becomes sweet, approachable and friendly since she no longer has a constant headache over not being able to fucking see, doesn't need to squint at everything, and actually remembers individual people by name now that she can tell them apart at all.
𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙂𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙁!𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙚
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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You have a less than ideal relationship with Monty. With constant bickering and snarky remarks, nobody would think you work as an employee in his golf course. After a dispute with a crazy Karen sends Montgomery into the hot seat, you impulsively take it upon yourself to get him out of trouble and he has.. an unexpected thank you.
! 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 ! : THIS IS SMUT. p in v. Choking. Monty is… monty. A lot of fuck usage. Size diff, size k1nk (mentioned often.) Pet names: Sweetheart, baby, babygirl, etc. Sub reader, dom monty. Aftercare but not fluffy aftercare. Monty calls reader a bitch, but not during smex. Monty has conflicting feelings about reader. Tension. rough. Biting. oral (reader receiving). Monty has a thing for readers underwear for whatever reason. Monty is aggressive. Gator man has a crush on youuuu. Freddy x nightguard mention heh.
a/n: This is kind a part2 to my last fic with freddy :3 Just from a different POV… enjoy...
Montgomery's Gator Golf, just the place you wanted to be on your Saturday afternoon. Now, this was your job, and while you didn't exactly like the perk of having to clean the sticky soda and sauce off of the golf clubs— You did it anyway. The kid's were usually entertaining, and typically sweet. It wasn't often you were met with snotty kids, and when you were, you sure as fuck didn't put up with it.
Though, your coworkers sometimes wonder why you don't switch sectors, work with Chica or Roxy… Considering your- less than Ideal relationship with Montgomery Gator.
Now you wouldn't say he was an asshole… but he was an asshole.
You two butt heads like two alpine ibex's fighting over the top of the mountain.
Its always something, from your name tag to even how quickly you fill of golf buckets. It was more nit-picky than anything. When you first started working here, you were pretty respectful, taking a few of his remarks with a grain of salt. I think it was one particular day when you had been in a bad mood where he decided to be… just a little bit more picky than usual.
Whatever it was, that's what you sent that over the edge. One snarky comment led to a nasty remark. And that's when the sparks set off. Not in romantic way, not to you two anyway- but to the point of arguments in front of customers.
HR hated to see you two coming.
Petty fights, petty reports, petty everything.
Honestly you didn't think in a million years you'd be beefing with a robot that harbors a really scary form of sentient AI. But here you are, going toe to toe with a 6'9 tall Gator man.
Arguments at this point had become a usual, but you two had seemed to make your own unspoken rules. While never discussed directly, it was like you two already knew. As if his understanding was because of learning from his mistakes, and yours was a silent rule that you complied too if your opponent was just as willing.
Eye for an eye.
It only took a a month or two to build that "system", and since then, its been more about one upping each other than actual arguments… And when you do argue, its made known.
Looks meant for you and you alone, tone signals and word choices that only you and you alone would understand- A game only the two of you would ever know.
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"Cold pizza is better!" Monty snapped, his tail slashing from side to side wildly, "Hot pizza has too much grease!"
"There's grease in cold pizza! Its just solidified dipshit!" The slam from your hands to the table caused the old utensils to clatter and clink.
"Don't call me a dipshit! We all know you only get ta be a bitch because yer' pretty!" Montgomery punched his fists down too, pointing at you with his right hand.
"The Fuck did you just call me? Just because you call me pretty doesn't mean it'll stop me from kicking your ass!" You were almost met nose to nose, glaring into each other as if everything else was forgotten and had disappeared.
News Flash, it wasn't.
Safe to say the parents nor the kids enjoyed that uh… Little bit.
Though, to be honest, it wasn't a bit, it was just another confession of your undying hatred.
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That was one of the first times you ever watched Chica get directly involved. though, you thought the funniest part wasn't the over all argument but the fact Chica tried to hide the altercation by saying it was a "Play cut short." Though it was clear, no parents were happy.
"That's what had me confused." You set the golf balls into the bucket, setting it aside for grabbing. Your coworker shrugged, she was a security guard. So she was often here from 7:30 pm to 6 am. Which… You cant even imagine yourself doing.
"I'm sure things will work out, plus, I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life refilling buckets..of.." The guard picked up a golf ball from the tin bucket before dropping it back in, "golf balls."
You rolled your eyes, Monty had actually tried to convince you both to switch positions. In which you had to explain to him that you guys couldn't just switch.
She was a night guard, you were.. just another employee.
"Ha ha." You gave her a slight smile, leaning against the counter.
Montgomery always took more of a liking to her than you. She was… like the calmer version of you. She was willing to put up with more. To be fair, that's why you figured she built a relationship with Freddy. Romantic or not, those guys are definitely fucking.
"I wish you luck on that job application, though. See ya later" She was as sweet as it came, and you loved that about her. Mostly because she didn't let that hinder her from putting her foot down. You hummed her a nod, watching her walk off.
Though, It wasn't long before Monty strutted out, tilting his glasses down a tad more. As if looking around for somebody important before his eyes stopped on you. His gears whirred, his posture straightening as if he had just realized it was you on shift.
You were always on shift.
"Where'd she go?" Was all he asked you. Not hello, or how are you. Just.. that.
"I don't know- probably with Freddy." The dirty look on your face said it all, you did NOT want to talk to him. Especially not if he couldn't even say hello?
"…" He was silent at that.
"jealous gator boy?" You snorted, squatting down to grab something from under the counter. He watched you open the cabinets.
"why would I be jealous of him?" He scoffed.
"Cause he's got your girl wrapped around his finger like wrapping paper." You were pushing it, You usually didn't start the games. Especially not the snarky ones.
"She's not my girl." There was a defeated huff from him, one that actually caused you to look over your shoulder a bit. He was turned away from you, Fixing something on the prize shelf. Your jaw tightened, but eventually, you looked away.
"Did Monty Gator himself get rejected by the security guard?" You cooed, like you were talking to a baby. And that only pissed him off. His defeated huff made you want a reaction. This was his first line of silence… in a long time.
Everybody knew of Monty's crush on her, what you hadn't known was that he was rejected by her a week prior. Though, you had noticed them… interacting less. You remember brief conversations floating around about his feelings towards her. You also tended to eaves drop on Chica and Roxy from time to time, they were convinced his feelings towards her were just another spot of attention that he enjoyed getting from her. Which… Yeah, she was pretty fucking legit, so you could understand. Pretty, smart, understanding… You'd probably crush on her too.
But for whatever reason… Hearing that felt like a weight being lifted from your shoulders…
As much as you hated to admit it, Monty was… attractive. Incredibly. He was an asshole but for whatever reason you felt like that attracted you more? You hated it, and you were sure that if you were thinking of fucking him, he was probably doing the same. You never did push that theory, the tension between you two was usually expressed by arguing anyway.
"Me? rejected?" Monty scoffed, though it really sounded like he was suppressing an offended snarl, "Hell no. 'nd certainly- not by her."
Monty's stammery response earned a laugh,"Yeah, you're not helping your case here."
He flipped around, his muzzle suddenly closer than expected to your ear.
"I'm gon' need you to shut the fuck up." The animatronics weren't supposed to be able to cuss during open hours. Well, actually, to be fair, they weren't supposed to cuss at all- but you knew that the animatronics like to fuck around with their coding for more priveledges… It was unspoken rule that nobody said anything unless shit went haywire- they were practically… Conscious.
"… What?" You turned your head towards his slightly, and that's when you felt his frame hovering behind yours. His hand was settled against the counter, trapping you in slightly.
"You wanna keep yer' job long 'nough to quit and work at some other shitty restaurant? Be my guest, but keep talkin' shit and you won't stick around long 'nough to do so."
That was his first threat to your job he's made since your guys' first fight.
This was a game you didn't know.
You went completely silent, because what are you even supposed to say in this situation?
There were only two sentences circling in your head,
"Go fuck yourself, Monty." and "Monty, Go fuck yourself.”
But you refrained from either until he laughed.
"Monty…" You slowly turned yourself towards him, eyeing his large frame leaning his hand against the counter top, "Go fuck yourself."
His head jerked back as if he were offended, brows pinning downward. Your hands were settled on your hips, a confident scowl in replacement of your once surprised expression. That was until you heard a gasp.
Son of a bitch—
Freddy nodded, his hands up slightly as if trying to diffuse the angry mother. You were behind him, arms crossed. You didn't even think there was a way you could've made the situation worse. You eyed the watching from other parents and children, but there wasn't a feeling of embarrassment, just irritation.
"She cussed in front of my baby boy!" The mother stroked the hair of her son, who clearly had no clue what was even going on.
"I understand that Ma'am but—"
"No but's! I want to see her punished! this is a children's establishment!" The woman was quick to cut off the bear.
"Fuck you lady! You're not gonna put my job at risk because your ears are too pure for freedom of speech!" Okay, that was… yeah. You just put your own job at risk.
Monty snapped his head to look at you, eyes wide as if telling you to shut the fuck up with simply a look. A look made for you and you alone.
The mother gasped louder, now trying to pass by Freddy with aggression. The customers gasped, some even pulling their children closer. You let out a surprised grunt, stepping back.
Monty firmed, moving over by Freddy's side to help calm the woman down. Unsurprisingly enough, she only got more heated- trying to slip between the two, her eyes set on you.
Monty grunted, flipping around and reaching in front of her- pushing her back with his arm. Maybe a little too hard. She hit the floor, her inhale sharp with surprise. He was huffing, tail stammering with a glitch-like twitch. The customers gasped again, some now talking amongst each other.
Your lips parted, eyes widened as you looked at the woman- then back up at Monty. You hadn't even noticed his huffing until Freddy came over to pull him away from everyone- Montgomery peered over his shoulder, his hand moving to grab his own arm. But you hadn't expected Chica to peer around the corner with Roxy.
Roxy and Chica immediately tended to the woman, giving her some sort of "special," that you knew damn well wasn't an actual deal the establishment offered. It was simply to appease her and hopefully dodge a lawsuit. What embarrassed you more was when they then took everybody inside of the Golf course and give them the same deal as well.
One of the days the animatronics had some free time, something.. bizarre happens.
"Monty." Freddy had his arms folded, looking down at the ground. The golf course was empty. Closed since the little incident. The security guard stood by his side, shaking her head.
"I was jus' tryna' make sure people were safe…" Monty look away, his jaw tightening as it closed.
"I know- I know. But-…" Freddy turned his head away, "Monty. It'll just take a second, I promise. We need to make sure you're not able to use that much force unless absolutely necessary. We have settings to prevent from things like this."
Monty jerked his head back, eyes snapping to his band leader.
"What?- No- You can't! I didn' mean to- you- You know that-" Monty stepped closer.
You were waiting to talk to him.
You weren't gonna clock out until you did. A thank you, first of all, and then a slap in the face. One for saving your ass, the other for getting himself in trouble to do so. You saw Freddy pull him away a while ago, and didn't really say anything. You didn't know what to say… Until now. But even then… it still felt like every sentence you put together never sounded just right.
You bit your thumbnail nervously… When was the last time you said thank you to him? Better yet, when was the last time he's said thank you to you? You shook your head, tracing down the wall until you heard something.
"What was I suppos'ta do, huh? Let that crazy ol' lady hit 'er?"
Your brow piqued up with interest, you turned into the entrance of the little office way of the security guard's office. Your back hit the wall as you saw their shadows move slightly.
"No- Monty- you weren't supposed to use that much force with her." Your coworker always did mom him…
"I didn't mean to!" He was reasoning.
"We know, Montgomery, We know but it's just for precaution- We'll just re-download everything we modded up until now- and-" Was Freddy talking about a factory reboot? Your heart dropped.
You moved closer, trying to get a clearer listen.
"Freddy the reboot ain't worth it- You saw what happened to Bonnie, don't make this decision." Monty was practically pleading against this, but the security basically scoffed. She folded her arms.
"Monty… Don't bring up Bonnie now." Something about her tone said she knew something he didn't. And with his silence, you could tell she did.
"Monty. She has a point, I love you like my brother but-"
"Don't gimme that bullshit." Monty snapped, and with the exhale from Freddy- it didn't seem to help.
"I'm sorry, Monty." The bear shook his head, looking away.
This was hard to watch, Really. You felt bad, if it wasn't for you— Monty wouldn't be in this position right now… he wouldn't have had to stop that lady… You swallowed dryly, mind racing with guilt and empathy.
You flipped around the corner- you didn't know why, but something about the way Monty pleaded, his voice box cracking like his only fear in the world was being rebooted. Your coworker looked at you confused, she didn't usually see you after 10..
"I-" your mouth opened to speak, but you only stammered. His head shot to you, giving a look- one you hadn't seen before.
You swallowed it back, "I don't think you should do it."
Freddy looked between the both of you before he looked at her.
"What?" She seemed, more concerned- less stubborn.
"Don't reboot him. The download times are not worth it." You shook your head, even though you clearly had no fucking idea what you were talking about.
"Well-" Freddy spoke up, but you cut him off.
"Plus, think about how far you've gotten since you've opened! That would be so much to re-download- and think about the—.. The memory loss!" You lifted your hands, as if to bring to light the insanity it would be to reboot his system over this.
Your coworker, looked between you two. One silent Monty, and the girl who worked at his golf course. Two people she never thought she could see advocating for each other. Your coworker looked at Freddy, both of them speaking with their eyes. Their postures changing as if the silent argument had gotten a tad heated… Her hands on her hips and his on his own.
"Freddy-" She spoke and he sighed, nodding.
"I know-" He said that more to her than either of you, "Fine."
Monty's head perked upward, immediately shooting to look at you, then him.
"Yeah?" He asked for confirmation, as if he needed an answer before he took his next move.
The security guard looked at Freddy, then him.
She nodded, "…. Yeah, just…" Pause, "Don't let it happen again." She chided.
"Please." Freddy added , trying to remove the edge of her sentence.
"For punishment, that I get to choose because I'm not telling the manager, Just…" She sighed, looking around, "Clean this place up."
The bear and Guard slowly moved past, silent. The bandleaders hand snagged hers as he passed around the corner.
As you sighed, she peeped her head back around the Corner.
"And- try to be nicer to each other. Yeah?" She gave a thumbs up, looking at the both of you for a nod of confirmation. You nodded, and his own followed after- just to make sure she believed you guys enough to leave.
It was late. You were tired. And even worse, it was awkward.
… and silent.
“…. Thanks." He said lightly, his hands on his hips.
You nodded, blowing a slight raspberry with your lips, "Mhmn. No problem…"
It was silent again, and even more awkward now that one of you chose to speak instead of leaving.
“. . .”
“. . ."
This situation made you rethink. Why did he save you? Considering your guys' previous interactions, you honestly felt he'd leave you for dead to the hands of a crazy mother who apparently don't play about her or her kids' ears.
Your original plan changed.
"Why did you-"
"Why did you-"
You both stopped speaking, before opening up to speak again. But it was no use. He looked away, going silent until he heard your voice again.
"… Why did you save my ass back there?"
Damn. You beat him to his own question.
"… You didn't have too." You shrugged, averting the alligators gaze as his eyes shifted back to you.
"I wanted too-" He paused on his sentence, before adding, "make sure you were safe."
Okay, well, it would've been less romantic if he'd just left that part out.
"… Thank you." You nodded, "That was actually… Really sweet."
You couldn't see it, but he could. The slight tint on your cheeks.
"… No, thank you." Monty shook his head, raising one of his hands. Though, his brow twitched like saying thank you was the hardest thing ever.
"Your welcome-" You smiled at him- well you smiled at him until you saw him roll his eyes.
"What?" You raised a brow, head tilting slightly.
"what?" His eyes snapped back to yours.
"Why did you look at me like that?" Your little grin fell slowly, a slight chuckle of disbelief exiting as your sentence finished.
"Like what?" Now he was just avoiding the question.
"You rolled your eyes! Why did you do that?" Was he seriously starting with this bullshit? So much for a sweet fucking moment. Your arms folded, eyes narrowing.
"Wh- Well-" He was stopped on his words, "You said your welcome with- like a tone-"
"A tone?" You cocked back your head back, brow pinned with offense.
"Yes, okay? A tone." Monty scoffed, "The tone you use when ya think shits cute!"
"Oh-hoho~ Here we go again!" You raised your hands in exaggeration, "Are you fucking serious, Monty? When have I ever thought shit was cute? All you do is- is be obnoxious!"
"You really wanna go there, huh?" He stepped forward, "You sure as hell thought it was cute earlier to mock me about the security guard."
"oh my god, are you actually using that against me? I was busting your balls, Monty! get over it—
"Well you sure as fuck think its cute to prance around, acting like yer' better than me." He snapped, "In your little slacks and- shirt. Who do you think you are?" He moved in closer, towering over you- his shadow casting over you like a dark cloud.
Little slacks and shirt? Your work clothes were pretty tight…
Only because they'd shrunk in the dryer.
"Who do you think you are?" You moved in too, eyes glaring into his forehead. You tightened your jaw, your whole body quaking with a need to move- your mind running rampant with all the different scenarios.
"Better than you." Monty sneers, the mechanics whirring as he straightened out. You stared at him. Dumbfounded. Was this another game? If so.. uh- which? This argument felt different from the others. Your narrowed gaze searched his eyes, hoping he'd something to break the tension but he didn’t.
“ . . . "
“ . . . "
You didn't see it coming, though you wouldn't have guessed anybody would've saw that coming.
He snagged you closer, hunching over so he could wrap his hands around your waist. His lips hit yours, you could feel his metal grip tighten around- but that didn't delay your quickness to kiss him back.
You could hear his gear whirring quicker, voice shuttering as his voice spoke up.
"— Think yer' better than me?" He hummed, his voice trickling with a new found amusement.
"Ask-" A kiss, "Anyone…" another kiss, "I'm soooo much better than you, Gator Boy.” With your response he grinned, His hands slipped down, caressing around the sides of your hips before he bent to grab the fat of your ass.
You chirped a hum, huffing as he bucked his hips against you. Though, the smug smile on your face fell as you felt his teeth nip your shoulder through your shirt.
"monty-"
"Shut up-" He thrusted himself against you, his head twitching as that vibrational sensation shook him to his metal bones. You yelped some, your back hitting the wall with force as he caged you.
God.. The green on these walls was ugly…
You closed your eyes, a shifty breath falling from your lips as you felt his snout tilt your head to expose your neck.
He heard your hiss, head snapping up as if to check on you. Monty's eyes searched your face as his hand slipped from your ass to your hip… Then further down the panty line.
When you felt his fingers slither down to your mound, it was like your hips instinctively knew to buck- your thighs parting just enough to let his middle and ring finger press down on your clit through your slacks.
The gator's head tilted, jaw tightening as he looked back up at you... Intently watching the way your mouth fell open, closing within seconds.
"Oh?" He hummed with amusement. Your eyes opened, eyeing the stupid sunglasses that covered the bottom half of his lust hungry daze.
"What's that?" He could feel your heat, and was practically drooling for the damp panties on the other side— and with the way your parted your thighs for him a little more… He could tell you were enjoying this as much as he was.
And boy was he right.
His fingers circled gently, the slow pace killing you. Your head tilted back just a little, brows pinching up as your hips grinded for more friction— but his other hand was quick to hold your hips in place. Montgomery heard your small breath, watching your eyes snap open, eyeing him like he was evil incarnate. He was loving this, a lot more than he previously imagined he would. What could he say? He was a man of imagination.
"it's okay, baby, I'll get there soon 'nough." He nuzzled into your shoulder, teeth dragging down your shoulder to your boobs. The gator inhaled, jaw twitching with anticipation.
pop! pop! pup! pop!
His teeth popped your shirt off, the buttons hitting the floor. He eyed the bra, how your shirt hung from your shoulders, untucked from your tight slacks and belt.
"Fuckin' amazin'…" His left hand swooped up to cup one of your tits, his claws digging in slightly until he saw you wince— "Sorry, hun."
Sorry? why was he sorry? Listen, you weren't going to bash somebody for going vanilla.. But you didn't really… enjoy soft sex like that. It was too intimate. too- close. You wanted it rough.
"no- no… it's okay." You hands tilted his face up by his jaw, you could see the flicker of the light in his eyes. His fingers pressed down more onto your clit, the pressure changing without him even noticing. But you sure did.
"huh?"
"Monty," you choked back a slight mewl, "It's okay- You're okay— give it to me." You sounded breathless, like you'd just ran a lap. And it really felt like you were, breathless- waiting in anticipation.
"Well… I've never been one for disappointment…" His hand moved from your heat to the buckle of your pants- fiddling around until he finally decided.
SNAP!
He just snapped your belt off, sliding it through the belt holes quickly until he could properly unbutton your pants. He was eager, tail swishing from side to side as he shoved them down to your ankles. In one quick movement, your legs were over his biceps, you damp panties met with his nose.
"!!" You let out a shaky sound, watching him smother his snout into your cunt.
His voice was muffled as spoke up, "damn, you smell so- damn- good." He shifted your position, lifting you higher against the wall as he settled your thighs onto his shoulders.
That's when you felt it.
His tongue, prodding at your hole. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you could feel the strain against his thick tongue. He grunted, and moaned- mumbling something like 'Your cunt is fantastic' or something. You could hear him over the thick pounding of pleasure going through your body. Your hips jerked, then jerked again- your body almost falling forward- but his hand was quick to slam you back.
Monty could feel you shutter against him, with your movement and your scent that sent off all his sensors- he was read to mount you like a dog. The idea of savoring you sounded better. Keep you like this for as long as possible, render every memory somewhere in his spank bank… or for better instructions for next time.
"Monty- I think-" You moaned a sharp 'fuck!' before continuing, "I'm gonna-"
"Thaaat'ss it…" He shook and smothered his snout and tongue further, eating you out through your panties like his life source was completely dependent on your climax. After this, you'd probably wish it was.
Your hips jerked once more, your muscles tensing frozen. Your abdomen twitched, legs locked around his shoulders and armpits. This man inhaled, his tongue licking a long stipe up your pussy.
The heat in the room was growing thicker.
He hummed, kissing your clit.
"So fuckin' perfect. Ain't ya?" He lowered you slowly, "But I'm not done with you yet.."
As your toes touched the ground his gaze fell from your bra- to your matching panties- to the socks on your feet. He loomed over you, before turning his head back to the Gator Golf Security Office window. Montgomery's hand slipped into yours softly, pulling your attention from his erection to the desk in the room.
It didn't take Monty long to have you spread for him on the desk. His eyes felt intense, his gaze felt like it was burning marks into your body as he took you in. It was like he was analyzing every curve, mark, hair… He prowled closer, head twitching as you caught the light snarl. The gator gazed down, his fingers sliding from your calf to your thighs.
Monty pushed back your legs, his nose dragging along the line of your shin before he hunched over you.
Your right leg was over clutched in his hand- pushed back slightly so that your calf could rest against his shoulder. His right hand gripped the top end of the table, you felt his tip brush against your hole- his hips jerking forward, the head prodding then sliding up against your wet clit again. You could feel his size, but didn't dare to look down. You caught your sharp inhale, holding your breath as if prepared for impact— but he didn't enter.
The hand that gripped the table scratched down, his claws leaving marks as he thrusted your other thigh up and back. Your knees were pinned back and he was silent, his chest rising and falling with huffs. You could feel his palms drag down again, his thumbs moving to spread the lips of your cunt.
"fuck, you're pretty." He practically groaned, one hand taking both of your kneecaps and pinning them up against your tits. His free hand took his cock, slapping your cunt a few times just to feel that sweet sensation again.
Something about the slickness of your puffy cunt just made the vibration shake his metal gears juusstt right. Your skin was heating up- the hair on your arms pricking as you shivered against the cold metal of his palms.
You watched him hum with amusement, eyes narrowing at the slick of your cunt. He lifted one of his hands to your mouth.
"Spit." The gator commanded you- and it was like your body moved on its own.
Tooh-
Your spit coated his hand, eyes watching as he stroked his cock a few times- From base to tip. He bucked against you, jaw falling some as his eyes shot up to you. You could feel the wetness of the tip slide against you, warm and sticky. The table was rough on your bum, the chipped wood causing red prints to sink into your skin.
He pushed forward, hips stuttering as his head tilted down quickly. You couldn't see his expression clearly, but from how the grip on the back of your thigh tightened, you had no doubt he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
"Fuck, honey. Yer' tight." Monty's voice was low, voice box shaky as he pushed through his tip. He nearly short circuited at the sound he drew from you as he slid the head past your entrance. You felt the stickiness of his thick head briefly ghost the velvet of your wet walls. He pulled out then, pushed back in, stuffing you with another inch or two.
Your moan peaked up louder, eyes shutting closed as you felt the sheer girth stretch you. He wasn't even all the way in, but you felt as if you were being split open. You jolted as felt him sink down quick, his tip softly kissing your cervix.
"S-so f-full—" You murmured, eyes opening slightly to watch him dig deeper into your heat. You heard a wavering sound from him, one he quickly caught.
"W-what's that, baby? Deeper?" The pitched whine he heard from you made him stuff the rest in. Monty had both of your legs pinned back, holding you down by your kneecaps.
He slid out slightly, "Ohoho~ Fuck." Then snapped back in, "Thaaat's right."
You felt the thud as he slammed back in, your hands against the wall behind the table to stabilize yourself- all for it to be in vain as he humped again.
The sensation was mind numbing, the ribbed ladder- perfectly shaped tip- how his cock slid back and forth into your soaking core. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter already…
"God, you're so pretty…" He leaned over you, hands gripping the office window ledge. Monty's hips picked up in pace, his cock thrusting into you harder. Your moans caught in your throat, head lulling back as his muzzle nestled into your shoulder.
You hissed in pain- did he just bite you?!-
The gator's teeth sunk gently into your shoulder, his hips on the other hand…
Monty was pumping you into you fast, the force of his thrust send the table into a rhythmic slamming against the wall. light blood drew from his bite marks and the desk creaked beneath you, papers and pens falling off of the sides. Monty couldn't help himself, his head dipped lower- biting into your breast as his claws gripped into the ledges. He tore the paint, leaving a carved print of his nails into the seal and wall.
You felt it- Your climax
You flipped your head to the side, brows pinching up as your orgasm washed over his length. He didn't stop, only picked up his pace- he was so much larger than you, it was hard for him to find stability. Monty towered over you, arm slipping around your waist to arch you off the table and sink you down onto him harder.
"Y-yes… fuck- yer' doin' so good—" He— whimpered, a deep moan following shortly after.
The front of Monty's thighs continued to hit the desk with each hump, sending the the desk harder into the wall. His voice box became staticy every now and again, his moas matching yours in volume. You felt his hips stutter, head falling back with a twitch as he dropped you back into the desk- cock still buried into you and plunging.
His eyes met yours, and for once… it kinda seemed like he was admiring you. His thumb caressed the under of your eye then your cheek- dragging down your jaw… His other hand follow the same movement down your face and jaw…
Monty wrapped his hands around your throat, realizing how large he truly was against you. You noticed the smirk, his sharp teeth grinning like he'd just found his new favorite hobby. Your thighs lowered some, resting against his- your calves falling off the edge of its resting spot.
Your moans were music to his ears, the sound of his balls hitting your cunt- or the thick beat each time his cock thudded into your end.
You gasped some, his fingers loosening every now and again to let you breathe.
"you like this dont'cha?" He snickered in sync with his glitchy and deep moans.
"Every time I Tighten-" Monty thrusted in extra hard for emphasis, "You fuckin' clamp down on me… So- fuckin' tight."
His words made you tense, your cunt tightening more.
"Sweet girl… Gonna cum again?" He hummed, tugging you up by your neck so that your nose met his.
"Mhmn-" You nodded, kissing his nose and jaw in desperation- you felt the shiver of his metal spine to his tensed tail. Monty nodded in agreement.
"m'kay, baby girl…" Montgomery went in to nip at your jaw, letting his fingers tighten around your throat.
"fuck-" He chuckled back a whiny whimper, "You feel that baby girl? Finish with me."
His fingers tightened more, hips speeding up to a pace you had yet to even experience. Your jaw fell open, hanging as if to moan but only choked gasps of an inevitable orgasms was all that could be heard compared to Monty's animal like and static-y groans. His hips were pistoning into you wildly, the way you clamped down tighter the tighter he choked you sent his sensors and circuits spiraling into overdrive.
His hips stammered with one last hard snap into you. Monty's hands twitched around your throat before he released, catching himself before he fell onto you. His head twitched, chest rising and falling as if he'd always had a pair of lungs.
"M-Monty—" You started and his head was quick to shoot up- hand holding your cheek.
"Are you okay?" He rose a brow. Monty? caring?
"huh- y-yeah. I'm good. are you…?" This suddenly felt really intimate…
"Did I hurt you?" He lifted looking at you… and thats when he really panicked.
You were covered in mark. His teeth marks, finger prints- From your thighs, to your hips and neck- you were completely covered.
"What?" You asked, raising a brow as you continued to try and regain your breath.
"I'm so sorry—"Monty held your hips gently, soothing some of the bruises his grip left on you… Yet he was still buried balls deep.
You lifted, his head hitting your cervix hard. You froze, letting out a sound as you tried to adjust.
His face flushed some, "Fuck- sorry-" Monty's shoulders tensed as he slowly dragged out of your cunt.
You sat up, the soreness of your butt agonizing. You groaned, thighs shaking, knees on the verge of snapping. Monty tilted his head, hands hovering as if to be ready if anything happened. Your turned your head, eyes catching the small mirror. His hand prints were bruised into your throat- bite marks an unlucky addition to the art.
You giggled, but not so much in disbelief. Touching them as if you weren't surprised that these were made by Montgomery himself.
"I always knew you were kinky." You smirked to yourself in the mirror before you eyes dragged back to him.
"—Huh? what's that suppos' ta' mean?" Monty tilted his head the other way, a slow grin appearing on his face, "You think of me?"
"pff-" You rolled your eyes, "do you think of me?"
Monty was silent, pulling back up his pants- tightening his belt.
"Maybe…" He glanced at you with a smile.
"… then maybe I think of you too."
What a weird way of confessions.
"… Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart." Monty tilted your head with his nose again, hands planted at either side of your thighs.
"Get you changed… and comfy.." Monty inhaled the smell of your aftersex sweat.
"That… sounds nice." Surprisingly nice. You nodded and he scooped you up.
You gave a slight yelp as you settled in his arms.
"Listen… I don't hate ya enough to leave ya alone here naked." The gator huffed, turning out the office and back into the golf area, Looking around for something to cover you before he got you cleaned and dressed.
"I get the feeling you don't hate me at all.." You hummed, looking off with a smile of your own.
He glanced down at you, "What was that?"
"nothing." Your smile tensed as you bit it back, "Just get me dressed and then we can discuss.. A new.. Dynamic."
He huffed a chuckle, "Sound's good ta me, gorgeous.”
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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: A lost then found phone send Monty and Freddy into a quarrel, not over the phone itself. But over you. You search for a way to diffuse the situation while Roxanne and Chica egg him on.
! 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 ! : SoftDom freddy, Sub reader. One spank to the thigh. Freddy is rough. Corny, freddy is corny. Corny, all of this is corny. Monty gator mentioned. Roxica mentioned. Freddy has d!ldo c!ck. Freddy is kinda pervy for you. Freddy is a jealous guy. Corny jealous plot fighting. Freddy NEEDSS THAT (rough.) Petnames: sweetie, honey, baby. Freddy is a freak talker. Freddy lwk dominate asfk. Freddy has feelings for you. Intimate i suppose. Freddy doesn't experience feel pleasure the same, but responds to it- semi the same.
a thought i had of this guy.
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11:39 pm.
You groaned lightly, squatting down to lift up the table cloth. It was empty, just the smell of old wiped food and dust. Your face soured at the smell of toddler, standing back up to look at the table itself.
The flash light clicked off , a sigh leaving your lips as you eyed the leftover food that hadn't been cleaned up. Though, by now you were already used to the mess. It was kids pizzaplex after all- but still.
"Anything?" Freddy tilted his head, his ears whirring as they twitched.
"Nope. Nothing…" You settled your hands on your hips, sighing deeply. Tonight has been a long shift- for both of you. His little tail swished, his face falling into a slight frown as he eyed the frustrated pout on your face.
"Oh- That's okay. We can keep looking!' He beamed a quick smile, throwing a thumbs up to make you feel even just slightly better.
"Freddy- We've looked all over the place for this phone. Can't we just take the loss?" Freddy's smile didn't remain long- especially not when you were serving him all that attitude… Arms crossed and all.
"No! we can't admit defeat yet!" He walked around the table, his hands gently grabbing your arms.
"Wh- Freddy-" Your speaking was cut short,
"We just gotta keep looking, we'll-"
rinnngggg….
ringggggg…..
Your head snapped around, "Is that?…"
Freddy turned his head to look in the direction of the ringtone… He smirked, turning his head back to look at you. You hadn't even noticed how close you two were, even considering the height difference.
He let go of you quickly, stepping back, "Oh- Uh… Let's follow the ringtone …"
"Right!- Yes!" You cleared your throat, turning on your heels to follow the ringing.
Finding the source was easier than you'd thought it'd be, and that pissed you off because it'd taken you at least an hour earlier. Freddy seemed glad, standing behind you as you talked to the mother and her son, letting her know to be more careful next time. She'd been the sweetest mother you've met in your time working here. Which was.. surprisingly relieving. Mostly because you didn't want to deal with some Karen yapping in your ear about how it "took you too long."
You watched them leave, waving them as you got ready to close up for the night. With another heavy sigh you closed the doors- removing your hat in relief. Finally, sometime to relax. Things didn't really happen at the pizzaplex, nothing you knew of anyway. You know there is another guard who comes in from time to time. Some blonde, but you never talked to her. She usually didn't respond or gave you some vague answer…
~
"Whats the weather like out there?" You asked, anxiously tilting your head- your attempt to engage was fruitless.
"Sky's blue." She replied, fixing her cap before walking away from the mirror.
"…. Welp." You pressed your lips into a thin line, your failure seeming to soften your nerves for a moment.
~
Freddy brushed your shoulder, leaning to catch a glimpse of your face.
"Are you sleeping?" He asked.
"Huh?- What? No." Freddy etched a brow at your defense, a smile playing at his face as he leaned back up.
"I was just thinking." You added softly, turning your face away from him. He didn't seem to mind that though, his focus shifting to your hair- and the curve of your neck.
"Well isn't it one of my favorite security guards…" Montgomery Gator.
12:00 am.
Monty was a short-tempered guy. Quick to hostility and aggression. Though that wasn't something you often dealt with… Not in a personal way that is. It was often where you'd have to stop him from lashing out at Freddy- or going toe to toe with Roxy- but beneath your fingertips he softened. More than he cared to admit.
"Monty." The bear straightened out, his gaze falling onto him faster than you could turn your head.
"Freddy." Monty gave him a smug smirk, sauntering his way to your side.
"Evening, Montgomery." Was all you said to him before un-clipping your keys from your utility belt.
"Did ya find that phone? Heard you two were scalin' the walls." He rested his arm on your shoulder, the weight of his scales and metal surprisingly light- as if he was being gentle on purpose.
"Yep. Took us a bit considering it was just us." You emphasized that last part, shooting him a glare. Monty's cocky smile fell, swallowing dryly as his gaze averted.
Freddy's jaw tightened, stifling a smile. He didn't understand why he enjoyed this interaction- maybe because you weren't entertaining Monty this time- or maybe it was because the gator's cocky smile was wiped clean off by the hands of your words.
"I was lookin'!" Monty stepped back, his hands on his hips as he looked down at you. You only replied with a shit-grin, sizing him up.
The resistance of a smile faded as the bear watched,
"Oh yeah, I'm sure you were." You hummed, your arms folding below your chest. Monty's gaze narrowed, glancing for just a second… Freddy knew that look all too well…
Hunger, Desire, Thirst…
"Dare to prove I didn'? huh?" The gator leaned in, arms falling to his sides with a sharp-toothed smile.
"We asked you to help, Monty." Freddy chirped, coming in close behind you.
"…." The gator snapped his head forward, "Ion' think this conversation involved you."
You could feel the bears stomach rub against your back, your head tilting to grab a glance at him. God, he was tall. Monty didn't seem to appreciate the fact that freddy was stepping up.
"We asked you for help, and you sat and laughed at us." This was the first time you'd seen Freddy have an inch of… Confrontation. Freddy was usually optimistic. Doing what he did best and rocking a bright smile and some fatherly advice. Now, it was different. He was looking at the alligator as if he'd just did something gross… A rare sighting of Freddy's stank face.
"I was laughin' at you, not her." Monty's damage control was… ass.
"Besides! even if I didn't help- What gives you the right to interrupt a conversation like that?"
Freddy flicked his eyes away briefly before folding his arms, "It wasn't like that, Monty. I was only stating the obvious."
"He has a point, Monty. It was just a something to think about, don't take it to heart."
Now, that, grinded his gears. His eyes fall into a glare, now landing between the both of you two.
"Tch- C'mon-" Monty switched his tone towards you, "You seriously gonna shoo me off 'cause I didn' help find-a phone?"
"Well some help would've been nice." You scoffed, raising a brow.
"…" The gator scoffed, eyes burning a hole into Freddy before looking back at you- "Whatever… I don't care. But hey- If you're ever done hanging out with the mom of the group- come find me. I know how to actually have a good time."
You clenched your jaw, swallowing dryly as you watched the alligator depart, stomping his way back to- wherever the hell he'd come from before. You sigh in relief, you hand going to cover you eyes as you processed what just happened.
Freddy was silent, tapping his hip agitatedly.
"Freddy-" You started up, but were quickly cut off by the sound of his voice.
"Do you have fun?" Oookay. Weird way to put that.
Your face heated, head snapping back to look at him, "What?"
"Do you have fun when you're with me?"
Your words caught in your throat for a second, it wasn't often Freddy searched for comfort within you. Usually it was work stuff- or games. The deep conversations you'd had were never about how you guys felt about each other but rather about you felt about everything else. Like the topic was being ignored on purpose. As if it were an unspoken rule.
"Of course I do." You said firmly, turning yourself to face him.
"I don't want you to feel trapped with me. I encourage you to hang out with people you enjoy, rather than feeling like you have to stick around with me." His hand dipped to capture yours.
Slowly, over the time you've known Glamrock Freddy, you've grown close. Recently enough, recalling the past the few weeks, he'd seemed more confident in… Physical attention. Tapping you, grabbing your arms or hand- resting his palm on your shoulder. You hadn't really noticed until now.
"Freddy," you stifled a laugh, "Don't let Monty get to you, okay? He's just… In a mood today."
The bear nodded, letting go of you just as quickly as he grabbed you.
"He's always in a mood…" He sighed finally, releasing a breath that was never there.
Your responsive giggle snapped his gaze back to you, watching the curve of your smile- how you shook your head and hid it whenever you realized eyes were on you.
"I need to go lock up some rooms… wanna come with?" You asked suddenly, switching the heavy topic just as fast as it had been brought up.
12:20 AM.
It was odd hearing freddy say no to that. He always came along. Even when you didn't ask. But you shrugged this off, maybe he had stuff to do- though you couldn't imagine what because freddy was usually good at maintaining a schedule. Nonetheless, you did your job- doing a lap before going to close of the essentials. Starting with the daycare.
Freddy however had other plans.
"Roxy?" He peeped his head through the doorway, looking left to right before stopping. His eyes widened at the sight, lips parting in confusion as he straightened out.
"Freddy?" Roxy flipped her head around, a dirty look plastering her face.
"Freddy!" Chica rolled off her white couch, hitting the ground with a loud thud before scrambling back up. Roxy rolled her eyes, rolling over to sit on the couch. One leg over the other.
"What- I- Sorry?" This bear has never felt more confused, eyes watching the two shuffle around to gather themselves.
"….Don't mind us." Roxy said, the aggression Freddy had expected was non-existent.
"Whats up?" Chica interjected, hands on her hips as she attempted to draw attention from the intimacy Freddy had just witnessed.
"… Just- needed some advice." His tone retreated, his once blatant confusion slipping into meek concern. His mind was running rampant right now, focusing on the thought of you- his new found grudge against Monty- and… well. These lesbians.
"Of course! Here- sit. Sit." The chicken ushered him to her couch, seating him next to Roxy. The wolf lifted her hand, arms laid against the back of her couch. She was pretty comfortable in this spot. Freddy glanced at her before watching Chica skitter back with pizza.
"Anyone hungry? I know I am! heh- hah- haha…" She laughed nervously, biting into her pizza with desperation.
"What do you want?" Roxy snipped, holding her slice loosely.
This was the most embarrassing thing he's ever had to ask. And Freddy wasn't one for embarrassment. He was optimistic, kind, unwavering- embarrassment was just another valuable experience to laugh off.
"You know our security guard-"
"Yes." Was all Roxanne said.
Chica gave the wolf a look, shaking her head.
"What?" The bear cocked up a brow, turning his head to her. Elbows resting on his knees.
"Don't man-spread on my couch, please…" Chica said gently, the pizza she was eating already gone. With not a crumb of evidence on her plate. Roxy kicked at his leg briefly, quickly enforcing Chica's request.
"I said, yes. She likes you." Roxy ripped off another bite.
"… How did you even know that's what I was gonna ask?" He leaned back, his arm resting on the arm rest.
"Because you're predictable- and she's… Obvious." Roxanne rolled her eyes, gesturing with her hand that held the pizza as if the cheese wasn't threatening to drop.
"Awe! perfect match." The chicken clasped her hands together.
"I see the way she latches her self onto you. Invites you to everything." Roxy trailed, her eyes falling on Chica. She was devouring another- scratch that.. Multiple slices of pizza.
"Slow down." Roxanne hissed quickly, pulling Chica closer to her side so that they were touching hip to hip. Chica… slowed down. Usually when her eating picked up like that, Monty and Freddy needed to tackle her down- getting Roxy to shut her down for the time being.
"Roxy has a point y'know- I watched Monty ask her out once- kinda. She shot him down hard. " Chica set her plate down, peering over Roxanne's now slouched position.
"… What do you mean?" Roxanne's ears perked, her head snapping to Chica- Serving her a look that was meant for her and her alone.
"Yeah… It was rough." The chicken hummed, pressingly her finger to her lips. The wolf paid close attention to her girlfriend, a slow smirk slipping into place as she realized what she was doing.
"Though I think if I remember correctly, she said she would've." Roxy shrugged, her eyes slowly tracing back to the bear.
Freddy was silent.
You did seem to talk to Monty often- though often times it was to calm him down- or talk sense into him… You did seem to smile with him. This conversation just unlocked a chest full of memories for him. Every interaction he's seen you have with Montgomery… Or other guys in general. Freddy wasn't a jealous bear, no no. He was confident, and he also didn't really think of you like that until… recently.
When he'd caught you helping out a particular child he'd grown to be fond of. Honestly, he didn't think watching you help somebody would spur him on so much.
He didn't think he'd want to fuck the way that he did.
And knowing that other guys might want to fuck you was a huge no no for him.
"Listen," Roxanne started, "I say go for it. Whats the worst that can happen?"
The chicken nodded, "But if I were you…"
"I'd get there before he does." Roxy finished her sentence, gesturing her head towards the doorway.
"…Shit." The bear was quick to stand, walking off without so much of a goodbye- or thanks. But the two didn't seem to mind it all that much, the entire point of egging him on was to get him to leave.
"Finally…" Roxanne was quick to roll Chica onto her.
"I know right. That guy and his emotions…" Chica hummed- her beak nudging the wolf's nose.
"Him and Monty are emotional…' Roxy hummed a chuckle, capturing her lips in a kiss.
12:50 AM.
Freddy trudged, his body whirring as the heavy metal of his feet clanked into the ground. Where could you be? He hated to think that you were with Monty. But Freddy was fast, having already checked some of your key areas. He huffed,rolling back his shoulders as he made way to his band mate's dressing room.
Realizing he wasn't there meant he was elsewhere.
Gator Golf.
Another curse was hissed beneath his breath- kicking and trashing whatever happened to be in his way. It was like he was growing more upset each thick step he took- head twitching, circuits sparking- His force gradually became more aggressive as he approached the golf course. His long strides ate at the distance quickly, not wasting a singular second to ensure that the possibility of Monty swooping you up first would only remain a passing thought in the alligators head. The only thing stopping him was the door- the door that was quickly ripped off of its hinges as he invited himself in. His shoulders rose and fell with each sharp false mechanic breath. You'd forgotten how tall freddy was- watching this 7'0 bear tear his way into a room was just as arousing as it was terrifying. You couldn't tell which one you were leaning to more…
"Freddy?" Your voice was meek, peering around from behind Monty- Who had immediately shielded you as soon as the first bang hit the glass.
Freddy didn't acknowledge you, "Monty."
"What the fuck?" The gator stepped forward, snarling as he approached the bear.
"Was that your door?" Freddy had a pettiness in his voice that was unheard of. Montgomery's face soured up with a scowl.
"— The fuck is wrong with ya?" Monty pushed him, "look what you did!"
"Monty." There was no reaction from the brown bear, "I do not care."
It was silent, the weight of his words falling like a waterfall- Hard to grasp, then all at once.
"What?" Monty said confused, the attitude in his voice still prevalent as he straightened out.
"Do you want her?" Glamrock Freddy switched topics- He was not worried about Monty's fucking door.
"Freddy-" You moved forward now, getting ready to put the argument to rest- but it was useless.
"Do I what?" The gator said lowly, stepping up to his band mate without hesitation- and much to his surprise, Freddy stepped up too.
"Do. You. Want. Her?" His head tilted, their noses almost touching as they sized each other. Both itching for a fight.
"Jealous are we?" Monty laughed, "Whats it to ya?"
"You two need to calm the fuck down." You didn't step between them, their aggression a key sign to keep a distance. What was even going on? Were they even talking about you? and if so… why the fuck were they talking about you like you're not standing right here?
"Why would I ever be jealous of you?" Low blow.
Monty's upper lip twitched, eyes wide as he gave a low growl.
Monty has always felt… less than. Especially compared to Freddy- or… Bonnie.
"Fuck you." The gator pushed him backwards, his voice glitching in his throat as he huffed. He was seething. It didn't take long for the bear to regain his composure- charging at the gator.
"FREDDY!" The pitch in your voice made them both wince. His head swished to the right, his gaze falling onto the sight of you- focusing on things he had tried his damnedest to not to notice. Like how your breasts pushed up whenever you crossed your arms, or the shape of your butt… Even better- how your hips filled your work slacks.
They both fixed their postures, turning to you as if you held a next demand.
"This is absolutely ridiculous! This is immature, especially for you Freddy."
Montgomery smiled as you chided him, seemingly awaiting a praise.
"Don't think you're off the hook either, keep your hands to yourself." Honestly, it felt like you were scolding children. Monty's smug smirk fell fast, eyes averting from yours.
Seeing Monty lash out wasn't new- but watching Freddy do it was an aberration. He was the mediator- the calm, charismatic and mature band leader. Though, if you were to admit… It was kinda hot. His willingness to stand up to Montgomery Gator, knowing the way he approached this went against almost every single one of his own morals… He was willing to stop being a pushover if that meant making sure nobody else but him could have you.
"Now apologize." Their heads snapped from you, to each other, and back to you. Their expressions asking "Are you serious?" without even having to say it out loud. You raised your brows, arms folded as you waited.
"Well?" You prodded, your tone leaving no room for argument.
Freddy turned to Monty, tilting back on his heels in silence.
"…. I'm Sorry." The bear murmured, "for… breaking down your door and being mean."
Well, yeah. That basically sums it up in toddler terms.
The gator was silent, the grimace on his face telling. He did NOT want to apologize.
"Montgomery." Your voice was stern, and while you were human- and they both individually both had a higher power dynamic than you…. It did much to make him straighten up.
"I'm sorry. For… Pushin' you. And cursin' and stuffs." He slouched back again, arms folded as he desperately waited for this to be over.
"Good." A sigh, "Freddy, leave."
That was a bullet into the already salty wound. You'd stabbed him, now you've shotten him?
"What?"
"I said leave. I'll talk to you later. I need to have a conversation with Monty." You weren't scared to face freddy, your expression saying everything it needed too. I'll deal with you later.
1:10 AM.
Freddy stepped out, Looking back at you as his feet crushed into the broken glass. You'd finally turned your back, so he didn't waste any time continuing to look. His ears were low, back slouched as if the love of his life just brutally rejected his feelings. Well- in a sense- that's what it looked like. And that is sure as hell what it felt like, to him anyway.
1:40 AM.
What was worse was how long you were taking. He'd left the room at around 1 am.. maybe ten after- and if his math was correct- you'd bee "Talking" to Monty for around 30 minutes. Freddy was pacing, one hand on his chin- the other on his hip. The large star light overhead buzzed- flicking for a second. Though he didn't seem to notice. The bear was in deep thought, perhaps you were finally taking Montgomery up on his date idea- or maybe you were sane enough to not date an animatronic. But that would mean you wouldn't date him either.
Ideally, that was better. He'd rather neither of them have you, if he didn't have chance.
Processing his feelings almost made him short circuit. With every envious thought- every jealous scenario of revenge- he had to think himself into clarity. That wasn't seeming to work out this time. He was pent up. Distressed. Already feeling like he needs to charge back there to swoop you off your feet.
2:00 AM.
That conversation went… Surprisingly well.
You honestly hadn't thought Monty would have taken a second rejection- considering the situation- lightly. As thankful and relieved as you were, you felt your nerves spike up again. Your once confident walking slowing down into something more… Aware.
The distance between you and his dressing room was closing in, the low lighting shaking your nerves. That was a feeling you didn't get often… Something was off. Nevertheless you pushed forward, getting your suddenly strained legs to move quicker. The distance was eaten with each step, and the light that peered from under his door got slightly brighter as you closed in.
Maybe this was a bad idea. You still had four hours on the clock, you could always—
No.
You were dealing with this now. No more- evading what makes you uncomfortable.
You pushed open his door… but it was empty. Your shoulders fell. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding, eyes searching the room briefly before you closed the door behind you- stepping inside. Your lips parted to speak but nothing came out, mouth quickly pressing into a thin line to hide your frustration- as if somebody could see.
Though… it certainly felt like someone could. You felt watched, like someone was burning lines into the frame of your back. Your body froze, swallowing dryly as you realized…
You weren't alone.
You whipped your head around, and Freddy was already eating the gap between you two. His hand reached out to grab your wrist, keeping you in place and your back towards him.
Your jaw tightened, breathing picking up in pace as your body responded to his harsh grip with a jerk.
"Freddy-" Was all you could get out before he was speaking over you.
"What did you say to him?" He refused to let go without an answer… or more so, until he got the answer he wanted.
"What?" Your head turned again, trying to see his face- but his other hand grabbed your jaw, fwipping your head back to facing forward.
"Why were you there in the first place?" He questioned you again, like you had something to hide.
You gave a wry expression of amusement, "I found a golf club in the ball-pit of the daycare."
That was the truth, but with the way his grip against you tightened, you knew he didn't believe you.
"… So, I went to give it back to him." Honesty was something that was earned from you. And if anybody were to know that, it was Freddy. Considering this, he should also know you wouldn't lie to him. You had no reason to."
"Do you want me?"
Your brain faltered, all thoughts leaving- then crashing back in at once.
"…What?" Did you hear that right?
"Do you want me? I need to know." Freddy leaned inward, your back now pressed against the firmness of his abdomen and chest. That's when you felt it. Your jaw dropped briefly before quickly closing to swallow the new saliva forming in your mouth.
"I need to know you want me just as much as I want you…" The hand wrapped around your wrist loosened, sliding up to tangle his fingers into yours. The best he could considering your height difference.
You were silent, breathing hitched as he leaned in more. He moved his other hand from your jaw to your shoulder, his fingers caressing the curve of your neck as he moved. If you could respond, you would've already. Right now, you felt like you were dreaming. The sensation of his touch felt ethereal, like he was there but wasn't.
"Please…" He pleaded, slowly turning you to face him. Your eyes caught his- following his movements as he dropped to his knees. His hands cradled yours- looking up to you as you had all the answers. Like you were the moon. Your gaze felt so… intense, his head dropped within seconds.
"I'd treat you right…" He was… begging? "I'd take care of you- be here when you need me…"
He looked back up, his hands left yours seconds ago- settling on your hips.
"I'd fuck you good… all night, if you wanted me too."
Your jaw dropped again, eyes wide as your brow arched upward. You were astonished, you didn't even know your heart could beat this fast. If him being on his knees didn't make you wet, this certainly did.
"Let me prove myself." His paws hooked into your belt, pulling you closer so that his forehead touched yours. Even on his knees, he was still at least 5'4. You cupped his face in your hands- the what you expected to be cold metal, surprisingly warming your hands some.
"I could do things he never could." Your cunt twitched at that, and you could tell he saw the hesitation in your face- like you didn't know if you wanted to pull your pants off yourself, or if you wanted him to actually prove himself.
Another moment of silence stressed him.
"I could make you feel good. Better than he ever would." His fingers were undoing your belt, following you on his knees as you back up into his couch. The back of your knees hit his soft red couch, your belt sliding off as your bum hit the cushion. He whipped back your belt- tossing it elsewhere as he desperately grabbed at your slacks, trying to pull them off as fast as possible.
"F-freddy…" You murmured, your pants already down to your upper knees. He eyed the teal color of your cheeky panties, his tongue almost falling from his mouth like a dog.
He dragged your slacks down to your ankles- popping them off along with your shoes. He threw it over his shoulder, parting your thighs in the meantime. With your legs over his shoulders, he pressed his lips against your inner leg- nipping and kissing at the exposed skin of your thighs.
"You're soft… full of life." His kissed again, his head turning- his nose pressed against the bud of your cunt. You gave a slight whimper, your hips bucking instinctively.
Honk.
His head snapped up, eying you with a suddenly shy look.
"pfft-" You snorted, biting your lip as you'd realized it had been his nose.
"Yes. that was my nose." He stated, gaze tearing from yours- but it wasn't long before it was back.
"Really?" You teased, your hands were propped against the cushions- back leaned on the backrest. He nodded before dipping down again, he seemed pretty insistent on getting your panties off. His hands were gentler this time, fingers curving into the bands before slowly pulling them down- letting your thighs pin back together. Freddy was waiting, eager, finally slipping them off the points of your feet.
Clutched in his hands, he lifted them to his nose, inhaling your scent of the day before balling them in his hand- tossing them back onto him vanity as his free hand parted your knees once again. Your heart was thumping your chest like a rabbit thudded its foot, nervous on his next move. His right hand lifted, his middle and ring finger probing at your lips as if they were thinking about forcing your mouth open. He was asking you to suck. You were hesitant, but took the metal into your mouth. What you could take anyway- his hands were large and to be fair he was made of metal.
You felt his other hand brushed against the lips of your cunt, his thumb kneading at your clit from time to time. You winced slightly, the taste of the metal in your mouth wasn't exactly ideal, but it made that heat in your core twist. Your hips humped the air again, and you swear you could've seen the cock between his legs bob. Freddy popped his fingers out of your mouth, standing up so that he could rest his hand against the back rest of the couch to hold him up. His other hand pressed the spit-dripping fingers against your slit.
You let out a mewl, lips parted as you made little gasps.
"Do you want them inside?" He asked quietly, his forehead resting against yours as his frame loomed over you. You gave him a quick nod- head leaning into his as your noses touched.
"Please." You chirped reticently, eyes averting from his as he stared you down.
The bear nodded lightly, moving closer, one knee propped beside your hip- your left thigh draped over his, your right ankle resting on his shoulder. He stared down at your mound, eying the twitch of your clit that peeped over your squishy hill. His middle finger slipped in slowly, the stretch making your hips jerk.
"Stay still." He demanded, and you nodded.
"I'm trying…" You huffed, feeling him sink in deeper. Your hands clutched onto his propped arm- searching a stability. That was at least until you felt his other finger slip in.
"… Shh, baby." Freddy said deeply, enamored with how his unmoving fingers stretched you out- making you squirm and writhe beneath him.
Being quiet would be.. hard for you. You'd never been met with such a size difference, especially not finger wise. His soft metal against your velvety walls worked well, even better when he was sliding them in and out the way he was. Your wetness coated his fingers, the squelch causing you to cringe and him to drool. Freddy wasn't the kind of guy to waste time, his fingers already speeding up inside of you, your brows pinched upward- mouth dropping as your sounds began to grow in volume.
"Its okay.. You can get a little louder.." He kissed the top of your head before pressing his forehead back against yours. You looked up him, butt sliding down the couch some. He was relentless, like his own pleasure revolved around yours and yours alone. He huffed, grunting lightly as his arm picked up in speed.
"Freddy- I think-" His mouth captured yours, his silicon tongue tapping your lower lip before he pulled away.
"That's okay, love. Cum." His propped hand snapped to your ankle- pushing it back against the backrest, his hand moving at a speed that you figured would make a humans arm cramp up. Your mind was swirling, focusing on the fingers moving in and out of you and back to his face. Your stomach tensed, the knot in your lower belly getting ready to snap.
"Fuck-" Freddy hummed, smirking as he watched you release- head falling back as you covered your mouth. You heaved, trying to pull closer- deeper…
"Hold on, honey." He hummed, his fingers twitching inside you before they pulled out. You whimpered at the lost- going back to grab his arm to get his fingers back inside but the only response from him was a hum.
"Eager?" The bear tilted his head, brow etched with cockiest smile you never knew he had. You nodded, pushing your legs back- his hands trailing up the back of your thighs to settle on the hinds of you knees. He was keeping your legs back.
His cock was settled against your puffy pussy, your drenched hole clamping around nothing. He humped, watching your face for a reaction. He was thick. Much bigger than you ever thought you could ever take. His head was thick- silicon and squishy to the touch. Your face heated at . This- This was basically a dildo. His brow pinched upward, his face twisting as sped up his grinding.
"H-how have I never seen this?" You murmured, your words breathy. You knew damn well these animatronics did not come with— these kinds of settings… It definitely wasn't in your manual…
"because you never asked." He said that with a soft smile, his tip slipping to poke at your entrance. You gave a small chirp, looking up at him as if he was the one supposed to be giving you confirmation.
"You ready? This gonna hurt." He pressed a soft kiss on your temple.
"Please," As soon as you expressed your want, your need- the words dripping from your mouth faster than you could stop them- it was like his wires circuited, His hips sparking to life as he slammed into you- burying himself balls deep with one powerful thrust. You choked up- before a loud yelp exited your lips.
"Shit!" He grunted, hunched over your shoulder- He had you in a mating press against his couch, body loomed over like he was mounting you.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie-" his head twitched, "We're not programmed to feel stuff l-like this… So it-" He let out another grunt, "Revs me up… In a sense." He laughed nervously, the grip on your thighs tightening immensely. Enough to make you his.
"Sorry- sorry…" He whispered, his voice box catching on his words. His hips began moving, slow with a nice pattern. Like he's done this before. He was having a hard time slipping consistently, but your slick lubed up his cock just right. That's when his pace picked up.
"Oh!" You mewled, his head snapping against your spot just right- enough to make you see stars.
"I-I'm trying to be-… careful." He managed to groan out. His head began dipping lower every time he sped up, his circuits and wires sparking- each glide sent a vibrational shock wave through him.
Your head fell back, mouth opening in orgasm for the first time. His hips were snapping into you relentlessly, your moaned words no longer even comprehensible.
He promised himself to be gentle with you, but with each new sweet face- new reaction- he felt his control slipping, especially with how the velvet walls of your cunt sent his reactors spiraling. All the energy and electricity he was being pumped with would make him an unstoppable sex machine.
He felt tighten- then gush, practically pushing his dick out. But he only hardened, releasing your legs to sit on his shoulders as he used the wall as stability- his claws digging into the red color. Stripping it as they scratched down.
You had already had an orgasm, and with speed of his thrusts, you were peaking another one. Quick and sharp. His leverage was slipping slowly, his whimpers and low groans making you clench down- It was irresistible. He didn't know if he would be able to stop, not until he short circuited and overloaded.
"Freddy-" Your moan was shaky- and he'd be lying if he said they weren't sexy as hell. He groaned out again, the rest of his stability slipping. His arms hit the top of the back rest- his legs spreading further apart so he could get deeper. The table behind him kicked- shattering against the floor as his claws dug into his carpets, feet slipping slowly.
Each time he shifted it was like he sunk in more, pushing the bottom of you further. Making your cunt fit onto him full and snug, like a glove. A sheathe just for him.
"You're so fucking pretty." He moaned, the couch slamming into the wall with an annoying repetition- as if it were in sync with his thrusts… Well cause it was. But he wasn't stopping, he only captured your lips into a kiss. Something so passionate, that it made his thrusts stutter. Before they went back to their brutal pace.
"You feel so good, you know that?" One of his hands moved to grab your thigh, spanking the fat on the outer curve- priding himself in the clench and yelp it earned from you.
"Do you know how badly I've wanted you—" His voice box choked on a whimper, a slight static taking over briefly.
"You're so good for me… That's right." He was babbling all over the place, and you could tell he was getting close, "Take it.. take this fucking cock."
He felt you clench down, his gaze flicking to meet yours.
"Did you like that?" He gave you a shit-eating grin, his muzzle titling your jaw upward. You let out another approving moan, his tip smashing into your cervix here and there.
"That's fucking right, baby… You can do it— J-just a little more.. I'm so close." He was giving it all that he got, his low groans and whimpers turning into suppressed and controlled growls.
You nodded along, your butt slipping just a little more off- driving him deeper. He had all the advantage he need.
The couch banged into the couch quicker, the sound getting louder the hard the thrusts. He was close, his hips stammering and stuttering- the pattern fucking up here and there before he caught his composure.
"Fuck! Take it!" His hips jerked one last time before he slammed into you with a final thrust. He was sparking , his weight and body falling just slight. His feet slipped, but he caught himself on the couch- trying not to land on you.
He was still buried deep.
His head twitched, and you keep hear his whirring stop for a moment. There was no sounds except for your breathing until he started whirring again.
"Damn…" He said quietly, and you nodded.
"That was…" Your words paused, a light groan passing your lips as he slowly pulled out. he groaned too, shakily lifting himself up to roll onto the couch.
You huffed, chest heaving up and down as you turned your head to eye him. His cock legit just retracted back into him.
"I-… I didn't know you could do that." You finally managed to say.
"Something the band programmed in once we realized we were at least… semi-sentient." His hand touched your thigh before his other snagged your ankle. He slid you on top of him- his nose nuzzling into your collarbone.
"Did I hurt you?" He hummed, pulling you closer.
"J-just a bit—" You started and he immediately pulled back. Staring at you like a dear in headlights.
"I liked it though!" You assured him quickly, patting his cheek, "I would've said something if I didn't."
"Promise?" He held up his pinky… God, this bear was irresistible.
"Promise." You linked yours around his with a crooked smile. He kissed you, though you didn't mind the awkwardness of them- they were uniquely… him.
"Safe word for next time?" He pulled back, smiling gently. As sweetly as he said that, the question itself was cocky.
"Next time?" You rose a brow, cocking your head to the side with smirk.
"Unless… I was too rough." He hummed back, catching your playful attitude as soon as you threw it.
"Now now, Super star. There will definitely be a next time." Your hands trailed his chest, tracing the teal designs. He gave you chuckle, his nose touching yours before he twirled you back around- your back against the length of the couch.
"How's now sound?" Freddy's voice was husky, deep.
A/N: hello. Took me forever to fricken edit this but here it is!!!!! Just an idea I had while watching security breach play through…. Anyways yes. Freaky Freddy. Freddy fazbear? More like… Freddy freakbear.
imagine coming home to see your dad crashing out after his business partner broke up with him because he didn’t want to perform in their fursuits together again after his daughter died even though it was your dad’s fault in the first place
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: FazBear Frights is the horror attraction. After being fired from your spot at a local mall, you're forced to take the job at some shitty haunted house. You only have one week before the establishment is opened to the public and the big, rotting rabbit down the hall has other ideas of what you could be doing during... work hours.
! 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 ! : THIS IS SMUT. Dubcon. Dead Dove. Genital pronouns. Power Imbalance. Springtrap is not a respectful guy. smacking (bum). Hair pulling (often :/). Breeding k!nk. Degrading. Name calling. Size diff. Choking. Reader is mentioned as smaller than Springtrap often. Age gap (not specified, reader is mentioned as "young" blink and you'll miss it). Reader is older than 21. Springtrap is reffered to as afton, bunny/rabbit and monster (not by reader). Rough. What you see is what you get.
Times were rough and finding a job wasn't any easier.
You'd had a position at the Mall, but now that was gone.
It all started when some douche bag in the mall was harassing some girl. You stepped in, and that's when he got hostile. All you did was sock him, which you, of course, figured you had every right to do- considering his sudden erratic movements and the fact he was trying to get handsy. Turns out your boss didn't agree. He also didn't seem to appreciate that you chose to argue with him about the situation rather than just apologize.
The guy was arrested, which also made no sense on why you’d be getting in trouble at work. Something about “Causing a scene,” though you'd much rather consider that an act of justice, that anybody who was watching the scene (there were plenty), would have agreed with. But your boss had his “no bullshit” policy, and arguing didn't help your case at all.
So now here you are, sitting in the office of the terribly made “The Horror Attraction.”
FazBear Fright.
Seemed easy enough, and it wasn't like you went out past 11pm anyway, so a night shift was perfect for you, besides the wreckage to your maintained sleep schedule.
12-6, you were on the job- and you couldn't help but gag. The smell was so musky and dirty- as if the room itself was trying to suffocate you. But nonetheless you did your job, watching cameras and sipping on the soda you’d brought to work.
Time went slower than usual. Sitting in your oddly tight uniform and staring blankly at the cameras. Not even wifi in this building.. And barely any service. What would happen if somebody broke in? Considering the shitty electricity management, you doubted your ability to be able to handle the situation properly and call the cops. It scared you, the idea of being stranded. Especially in a building like this. With no way to call for help.
It heightened your anxiety some.
Every hour felt as if it was getting slower, so you spent your time… exploring. Not too far from the little comfort the office gave you, but enough to give you an idea of the building’s purpose. And it served it well. The building was eerie, even more considering you were alone. Or maybe you weren't. That was the worst part, you wouldn't know if you were actually alone or not. You wouldn't know unless, of course, the presence made itself known, and by then you’d probably already be snatched up. Or worse.
You narrowed your eyes down the hall, peeking your head down it.
What was the story of this place? From what the phone guy told you, it was some popular restaurant. It'd burned down and they took the parts to rebuild it. What you weren't stoked for was the idea of having to wear the suit to scare people. You had a week to prepare for that anyway, what you were focused on was the paycheck. However, What you were focused on right nowwww was a shot. With how your nerves were tensing up? You'd kill for a shot of whiskey.
What Springtrap was focused on was the curve of your back. How your belt held your slacks up against the curve of your ass. It only took him the time it took you to skitter back to your office for his attention shift from the softness of your features to his main agenda. Your suffering and his goal of immortality.
What a waste, he thought. Such a pretty face, yet it’d soon have to face his twisted fantasy. Though he couldn't shake the feeling that this should be delayed. That he should take pity on you and your death. Such a young woman, gone so soon. He watched you aimlessly press buttons on the cameras- his hand reaching out to rest on the left window before he heard it.
The laughter.
Your head snapped to the shadow, the creepy laughter you’d just accidentally played and the general environment only increasing the spooked feeling in your chest. You blinked, quickly trying to regulate your sudden rapid breathing- which you had just now noticed.
Son of a bitch…
6:00 AM
Time had passed a tad quicker towards the end, and you were grateful for that. Leaving was even scarier for whatever reason, as if something would try to stop you. Like the eyes you'd been feeling on you all night would suddenly reveal itself. And never let you leave.
The first two nights were pretty easy, and roaming on the 3rd night was easier. Until it wasn't. Being chased down the hall by some phantom child was not on your bucket list.
You hit the floor, sliding into the office unintentionally- scrambling up quickly to slam your hand on the button.
“FUCK!” You gasped, sliding down the wall to catch your breath on the floor.
You could see the flicker of the Balloon Boy sitting outside the window, only for a moment before he vanished. What the absolute fuck was that? You couldn't even comprehend what you were seeing with your own two eyes, and you never really liked to doubt your sanity.
You sat up, looking to the right and left- those eyes. The same feeling you'd gotten every day since you started working at this shitty establishment. Ones you'd gotten better at ignoring until today. It was like you could feel the eyes physically smile- and it failed to comfort you. On your second shift, you took an hour or two out of your work time to look into the backstory.
Dead kids, mysterious fire.
Knowing the background only fueled your suppressed fear more. Today was just the tip of the iceberg, as far as you knew anyway.
Springtrap had plans for you, Female security guards were unseen in his territories. And usually that wouldn't really matter, but for whatever reason. You interested him. Enough for him to fuel the need for him to kill you. He didn’t know why he hadn't tried yet. Sending his phantoms after you, to do his dirty work. He’d watch from afar, but never intervene.
Springtrap is a blood-thristy, power hungry, egotistical… killer. He feels nothing for those around him, or for those he hurts. The closest he’s ever come to feeling was with his family, or when he was cumming. He couldn't tell what it was you fueled inside him; Blood charged violent or Dominance hungry lust? A part of him wanted to kill you. Shove you into a suit, rebuild an empire perhaps. Another part of him wanted to just scare you, pin you down- remind himself of his own power. Starting with your cunt.
Not yet,
But soon.
Your fifth night on the shift would be hell.
As if the third and fourth night weren't total death scares.
Spring trap had plans. Plenty. He was ready to test you. See how easily scared you truly were. What would send your heart thumping? Blood pumping? How far could he break you down before he finally showed himself. He was aching with need, his lower abdomen and neck burning, the heat spreading from the tips of his bunny ears to the back of his shoulders.
A bug crawled from the hole in his suit- squishing itself out the skin and into another hole’s meshed muscle. Afton’s head twitched, watching you. Your hands carefully tapping between cameras.
Foxy popped his head out one of the hallways, your camera snapped to him- and it wasn't long before Springtrap was signaling for him to jumpscare you.
It was like he got pleasure out of hearing you scream, Something about how your voice pitched… words catching in your throat as you scramble… Curse in a sudden wave of anger. A tough exterior, but easy to crack. You were his favorite kind of victim to break.
WAIT.
His mind told him. He wanted to wait, really feel the pleasure in finally tearing you down. Not like he was tearing you down from very high anyway, really he would just be tearing you out of a dingy office chair… and hopefully out of those tight clothes. Maybe it was when it hit 4 am when he started getting annoyed. Watching you evade his attempts to catch you off guard. He was getting tired of the same scared yelp followed shortly by the shaky, weak slam of the door.
Springtrap watched, brows furrowing in irritation as you sat safe behind the door- his rough hand laid flat against the metal blockage… His face softened a moment. Damn, this door was really damaged. Like if he were to slam himself into it, it'd just… fall.
He smirked, brow etching upward in conspiracy. He’d just have to test his theory.
He slammed his fist against it, testing his idea with no regard for your reaction.
Another hit, definitely harder than the first.
You yelped, jumping to your feet as you looked around- the door next to you was stuck shut. It hasn't opened since you've gotten here. With that option gone, there was really no other way out.
Afton rammed his arm against it, his eyes crazed as he repeatedly collided himself into the door. Your effort thudded in sync with his, grunting with pain as you finally launched all your weight into the door. With a loud slam it hit the ground, you falling with a piercing land on top of it. The adrenaline in your body refused to let you get winded, your instincts making you scramble onto your feet.
Springtrap finished the door as you made it on your toes, heavily breathing as he watched you scatter off. It was too long before he was trudging after you. The loud thunks of his metal feet trailing after you. You could hear him behind you, only glancing for a moment just to see how far off he was. Another sharp cry left your mouth as you watched him catch up, the glint in his eyes shaking you to your core.
You cut through a hallway- throwing down a musty table, wincing as it smacked against the ground. He snarled, backing up some before slamming the table broken with his foot. His speed boosting as he chased after you- his shoulder slamming the door you’d closed open and off the hinges.
“Fuck! No!-” Your knees locked on themselves for a split second, Eyes wide as you’d realized you'd only made a full circle back to your office. You halted, turning to look back at his figure hulking towards you. You slipped against the door spring trap had knocked, fumbling around before trying to make it out the other side.
Your life flashed in front of your eyes for a second- watching as his large, rough hand snatched you from behind. His other palm immediately swooping in to cover your mouth.
“Shhh…” He mocked, “Little bunny..”
The eyes, that feeling of being watched. It was him. He’d been the one watching you. You flailed against him as he dragged you back against him, kicking and screaming against his hand before he threw you forward- winding you as your stomach hit the office disk.
“I.. finally.. Caught you.” He caught his breath, a slow laugh conjuring in his throat as he realized he finally had.
“Oh little bunny, I hope you've said your prayers.” His mocking tone pissed you off, and even more that you could feel your cunt against him- as if everytime you moved your hips away, they-or to be more realistic- his dick- found its way back. You yelled a muffled curse against the fur of his hand.
“Ah!..” He removed his left hand from around your mouth, thrusting you up with his hips and right hand that was clawed around your hip, “ah ahhh. Language.”
“Fuck you.” You hissed, a slight scowl on your face. He smirked, his right hand was holding the back of your neck- Using it to his advantage, he slammed your head back into the desk.
“Dont make me regret giving you speaking privileges.” He snapped, “I only moved my hand so you could breathe. So, don't make me regret doing that either.”
You didn't speak after that, only blinked. You were coming up with something to say. Preferably something that could delay your death even by a little.
Afton had no intention of fucking you while dead. As depraved as he was, you served no use to him like that dead. He wanted you alive, conscious. Loud and warm. His hand slides from the back of your neck into your hair- tangling his fingers into your hair. He gave it a slight tug, watching you respond by closing your eyes.
You wiggled against him some, and it was quick to snap him back to reality. Reminding him to be aware.
“Fuck..” He murmured, eyes dragging down your spine- admiring the curve of your hips up close.
“Are you gonna kill me yet?” You mocked the nonchalance and sudden casualness of your voice setting him off some. Even the small quiver of fear in your voice wasn't enough to keep him gentle. He tugged you up to your feet again by your hair, flipping you around and lifting you on the desk. This 6’10 rotting rabbit still loomed over you like this, his warm breath grazing your cheek.
“Subside your attitude," He chided, "I’m not even close to done with you…”
You felt his hand on the outer curve of your upper thigh, the squeeze of his fingers causing you to squeak. He pulled you closer to the edge, legs spreading further around his hips. He bucked against you quickly, the hand once on your thigh now sliding up your waist and across your stomach.
He pulled your forehead against his- tugging you in by your tie. He smirked, leaning down so he covered your entire frame. Your breath hitched without a word, gazing flicking off every so often.
“... What are you gonna do to me..?” Was all you said in a moment of silence. He chuckled, stifling a louder laugh from you. Springtrap pulled your head back, exposing your throat to him as he twirled his finger in your tie- loosening it.
“What do you want me to do to you?” He asked, his voice lowering. For whatever reason the question made your insides churn, heat shooting down to the clit of your cunt. Your brows furrowed in response, there were no words in the world to express the confusion, fear and arousal you felt at the same time.
Springtrap nuzzled against your throat, his steaming tongue falling from his jaw to lick against your exposed skin. You shivered against his touch.
“Because…” He gave a muffled groan, teeth nipping your skin, “from my point of view… mn.. It looks like you want me too…” His left hand moved from your tie to your ass- groping.
“Touch you.” He finished, and the punctuation in his words didn't fail to twist that feeling in your core. He chuckled as he let go of your hair, using his right hand to free your tie from your throat. His hands compared to your body were large, and he’d soon prove that by unbuttoning your shirt and feeling out your breasts.
“God… Shit.” He huffed, pulling back. His little bunny tail fwipped side to side- Ears twitching as he fumbled with the button of your shirt.
You sat, it felt like each button he did- your legs spread just half an inch wider. Like your body was begging for him to unzip your pants instead of fumbling around with your shirt. This was disgusting, but hot. Very hot. Your back arched against him, your clothed crotch trying to rub against his no longer hidden erection. But that didn't seem to bother him- only spur him on more.
“Fuck this.” He snarled, gripping your button up before tearing it off of you. In one swift motion your shirt was on the ground and your tits were displayed to him like a double wrapped trophy.
He was silent, before huffing a laugh, “Nice bra.”
You gave a bitchy smile, and you only received a malicious smirk.
It was a lace bra, a deep purple actually. And with the way his fingers felt against it- searching for your nipples beneath the material- you could tell he liked it.
He wasn't gonna take it off, you could tell that too. Mostly because he suddenly dismissed it and went straight for the thick, leather, belt of your pants.
He was desperate, tugging your pants down with aggression.
“C-calm down-” You muttered, knees back together as he tilted you back to pull your pants down your lower thighs.
“I'll calm down whenever I so goddamn please.” He snapped- “So shut the fuck up, and enjoy.” He hissed, finally tearing down your pants- shoes popping off with it. You watched him drop down slowly, on his knees so that his face was somewhat level to the matching panties you had on right now.
“I can see her through the fabric you know..” You could feel his hot breath against you, tickling your cunt enough for her to tighten then loosen. As if begging for friction.
“How sweet, you're practically soaking.” That, you couldn't deny. Your panties were so wet it was uncomfy. You hadn't really noticed it though, not until he had finally slammed you into the desk. You whimpered, catching it last second before sending a glare his way. But he didn't back down, throwing your legs over the curve of his forearms. His thumb pressed down on your clit, practically drooling at the sight of her tightening and loosening again. Clamping around nothing.
“So.. fucking… Desperate.” He slapped the outer of your left thigh, kissing the inside before biting. As if trying to enjoy every part of your exposed skin.
God you were so fired.
Maybe anyway.
Afton let his tongue drape away from his jaw- the pads of his thumb curving away your panties. His eyes analyzed your cunt half lidded, his long tongue dripping with his slimy spit as he teased you. Teased you just enough for you to buck your hips up again. You could hear his mocking laugh, as if watching you squirm for more amused him.
And it did. He finally flicked your clit, moaning slightly as he quickly went back in for another taste.
“Youre fucking delicious…” His voice was muffled against your folds, his tongue working as if he had more to gain from this than you. Your moans had finally peaked, a peep finally releasing from your throat as his tongue prodded your entrance. The saliva drenched muscle got more aggressive at your sound, desperate to get another sound out of you. And god did it work.
“F-fuck!” You felt your toes curl, legs spread and hips lifted for the large bunny before you. Springtrap felt your hand against his ear, tugging at the flat and matted fur. This was probably the sweatiest you’ve ever been.
“Ohooo… that's it.” He growled, his voice deep and muted against your pussy.
That's when you felt it.
His tongue slid through.
The wet muscle fucking your cunt with his cold nose against your achey clit. His tongue was fucking amazing, thick- long- like a tentacle. It was inhumane, alien-like. Especially how he eyed you, hands pressing your thighs back. You were half his size, but for whatever reason that made it so much better.
Springtrap grinned against you, feeling your cunt clamp down on his tongue- as if to push him out- he knew you were close. He wasted no time with this notion, his tongue wriggling and tasting every part of your canal… His muffled moans of approval only causing you more arousal, pushing you closer to that edge.
“Im-” You choke on your own words, squeals and meek moans trying to pass your suppression of embarrassment. Your hips jerked against his grip slightly but his grip only tightened, holding you down and open until you finished against his face. He hummed against your puffy pussy, smothering his muzzle into it.
You let out another whimper, huffing as you tried to regain your composure. His tongue slowly dragged out of your hole, retracting back into his mouth as he raised upwards to stand. He stared down at you like prey, like raw meat. Your knees pinned together, calves and socked feet covering your sopping cunt.
“I’m not done with you… Remember?” His tone made you shudder, sending another sensation to your clit. Suddenly, he grabbed your ankles with one hand- dragging you forward.
“Stand up, and bend over this desk.” Springtrap demanded gruffly, ears whirring forward. You nodded, slipping your feet out of his harsh grip. As you stood he stepped back, watching with interest as you placed both of your hands against the table.
“Such a good girl… You certainly know how to please?” What you hadn't expected was for his hand to slap your ass. You yelped, wincing as you jolted forward. He was using a lot of force, and maybe he hadn't noticed. Or maybe he did. And this was just what he wanted.
“Dont you..?” Another slap to the ass, one that drew tears to your eyes.
And that seemed to arouse him. His cock twitching with a bead of precum. Another whack to your bum, your skin reddening with the aftermath of a sharp stinging sensation every few seconds.
Afton was loving this. Watching you squirm around and cry out every time his hand came into contact with your ass… Now he was wondering what else he could affect. His free hands snatched up your hair, tugging your hair back. Springtrap towered over you, covering you with his frame as his fingers found their way to your empty entrance.
“So fucking tight.” Again, another smack to your butt. The large red handprint stung, that burning sensation only fueling your pleasure. His middle and ring finger shoved themselves into your pussy, filling you up enough to have you squeezing against his intrusion. That didn't take long either, his fingers moving and working so quickly you could barely comprehend the dirty, sick, words coming out of his mouth.
This action was repetitive. And agonizing. He’d finger you, get you close to that edge- even let a little squirt touch him- then he’d rip out his fingers and smack your ass until it was burning red.
“I know, baby.” He laughed. Amused. Watching you shake and shiver. But he did it again- Shoving his fingers in deep… His false remorse cracking with each slap to your ass.
“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Springtrap loved the power dynamic, how he was able to degrade you- punish you- and watch you take it.. Almost eagerly.
You nodded, butt wiggling for him. He’d be a liar if that didn’t make him want to fuck you more. He cooed in your ear again, kissing down the curve of your back until he hit your crack. His hands trailed your sides, settling with an intense grip at your hips. You could feel it, you could feel him. The size of his cock, and the ache behind it. Each twitching dropping a bead of precum on to your ass.
“Wanna cum?” He asked, tilting his head to your other ear, his evil snarl reverberating in your head like a broken record.
You gave him a soft nod, biting your lip as he snagged your head back harder. Spring trap watched the way your butt pushed upward, his jaw twitching. His frame against yours was overbearing, your head tugged against his thick, deteriorating chest- ass pressed against his cock and hips. He was a hulking mass of bunny and man. Shredded but deteriorating. Large and intimidating. You stood no chance fighting back empty handed, and you honestly didn't think you stood a chance against his cock either.
He sneered at your nod, dragging you upward and to your feet. Shoving you down to your knees. He was gonna fuck your face- that was until he sized his cock to your head.
He laughed at you, brows pinching upward in amusement.
“Oh…” He lifted your face to his tip, pressing himself against your lips.
You were astonished, he was huge. Maybe you shouldn't have been so surprised considering his general size- but his sheer girth scared you…
“Second thoughts?” He pushed your head back, before dropping to a squat. He met you at eye level. Though even in a squat he towered you. You nodded, looking away from him.
The bunny huffed, sucking in his teeth before shrugging.
“Me too.” Was all he said before he snatched you by your throat again, thrusting you into the disgusting floor. You struggled against his air closing grip but that only seemed to rile him up more. It wasn't long before he was between your thighs, pushing your knees up to the sides of your chest- his tip poking at your hole.
He was hunched over you like… like a rabbit. His hind legs and feet kept him stable against the tiled floor and his hands were now placed on the ground besides your head. Springtrap huffed above you, tongue draping out once again to lick the side of your face.
“I dont think it’ll fit-” You said shakily, hands gently wrapped around his damaged, yet large, forearms.
“It'll fit…” He groaned, shoving through the head- relishing in the cry it earned from you, “I’ll make it.”
He cursed, head lifting back as he shoved in another inch. Your legs rested over his shoulder- pinned perfectly into a tried and true mating press. You gave out another whimper, watching him drop further against you- his forearms now against the floor to hold himself up.
Another inch.
Then another.
And another.
Oh, the agony. The feeling of being split open by monster cock was not on your to-do list either. Yet, with the push of another inch, your cunt was opening up for him- as if providing refuge. And lord, was he taking advantage of it. He hissed a curse, drawing his hips back and up. Only a little… just until the only thing left was his tip.
Your lips parted to speak, but it was soon in vain as the only thing that was heard was the piercing cry of your moan. His hips snapped back into you, jerky and shaky as he lulled his head back.
Finally, he thought. He was finally buried balls deep in your sweet cunt, his hips already starting to work you out. His pace didn't take long to quicken, his labored breathing slowly turning into animalistic growls- like he was lifting hundreds of pounds. Your moans didn't take long to catch up either, growing in volume each time his cock punched your g-spot. Every few thrusts he stabbed into your cervix, his guttural groan whinier than you each time he did so.
His loudness was turning you on, each time his deep snarls flipped into desperate whines- you tightened. He was ramming into you with no mercy and with no clear intention to stop anytime soon. It was eye-rolling ecstasy. His strength and stamina was inhuman, his jaw latching on to your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist- bringing you down on him faster. He didn't lack the hardness, clearly. The bulge in your tummy showing his size crudely.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah..” Springtrap snarled, his little puff-tail swishing furiously as if to match the speed of his thrusts, “Look- at you… Heh.”
The only response you could manage was a squeal.
“Look at how much you love my cock.” His head twitched, biting down on another spot of your shoulder, “Look how fucking well you take it.” He always punctuated his words so perfectly, each word becoming more raw.
He’d be lying if he said that the sight of you beneath him, coming undone all over him- wasn’t pushing him to the edge quicker than anticipated. But nonetheless, he hardened.
“T-too much!” You chirped, moans eating up your words quicker than you could control.
“Too much?” He snapped, lifting himself up some.
The bunny scoffed, “All that begging to cum, and now it's too much?”
He laughed, his eyes shifting. It was something about that crazed gaze that made your cunt tighten. He quickened as much as he could, watching your breasts bounce- and your head fall back.
“Youre gonna fucking take it.” He hissed gravely, “youre gonna fucking take all of it-” His hips stuttered, his rhythm broken up into desperate humps before he quickly regained footing.
“You’re going to take it all– balls-” The rabbit's cock thudded into you quickly before he let out a deep, low, guttural, growl- “Deep!”
Springtrap’s hips snapped against you one last time, his orgasm peaking with shattered moans as he coated your insides deep with his cum. You twitched- hips jerking against his as you felt the warm semen fill your cunt.
Chest heaving, sweaty… you’d thought he would be done.
“I’m not done with you yet.” A phrase he seemed to like to use a lot. He slid out of you, watching his cum pour out of you.
“And you're not getting a break either.” He flipped, quickly. Arching your ass up to his hips he proceeds to hunch over you again- one hand pressing your head and face into the ground, the other holding your hips so he could aim his tip perfectly against your entrance.
“Y-you came..” You huffed, an attitude arising from you- “You came inside me… Dickhead…”
“And I’m gonna do it again.” He pressed his tip in, slamming into you with one harsh thrust- “and again- Until you're bred full of my seed.”
His voice was husky, raw- and you knew it was over once you felt his cock slid out to the tip. He snapped back in, quickly finding his rhythm. He loved this. You let him fuck you raw, filthy. Your cunt always pulling his dick back for more. Milking him as if he were a life source.
He was quick with it. Each thrust sends you forward, only to be pulled back by his rough hands and heavy weight. He gave you no mercy. No coddling. Just pure, rough, claiming. To be totally honest, You’d finished plenty of times already, your cunt and cervix soon growing sensitive- swelling up from the sheer aggression from the animatronic. You could hear the whirring of his gears, the animalistic growls- the way his slimy, wet cock stabbed into your sopping pussy. The friction was too much, you were about to come undone again and he wasn't even close.
“Thhereee you go, bunny.” He praised, “be a good slut and cum on my dick.” Then he was back to degrading you.
He used all the names.
Bitch, whore, slut, cumdump-
Anything he could use to remind you how beneath him you were.
How much power and control he truly had over you.
“Thats right, whore. Take it.” He hardened, pulling out to the head then stabbing it back in hard. Over. and over. And over. Faster. And faster. And faster. He held your hip up more- knees barely touching the cold tile. Though, your face was still very much smothered against the ground. He was using you like a fleshlight, and mocking you while doing so.
“Thhhattt’s right… Let me take every inch of this sweet pussy.” His words twisted something in you. Like he was loosening every sane screw in your mind. You practically squirted with each word that fell from his mask. And boy, did he love that.
He fell forward, forearms holding him up as he jackhammered his length into your puffy, red, cunt. He slipped one hand under and beneath your chin, tilting your head up- forcing your mouth open. His tongue draped down, long and wet. The muscle invaded your cavern, twisting and tangling in your mouth as it fought against your tongue. You were no match for the monster-robot-bunny. And you liked it that way.
Each sound that left your mouth fueled the excruciating heat he felt in his body. His hands debating on snapping your neck right then and there- or finishing first. He groaned, his mouth meeting yours for a suffocating kiss before he pulled away.
“I wanna see your face when I finish inside you.” He mocked, his smile utterly annoying, “I wanna see what you look like when you're being bred.”
You nodded in agreement, and that seemed to stroke his ego more than you thought it would have. He hummed, his lips parting for another groan.
He was getting closer.
“Fuckkkk…” He whined, “Want me to breed ya?” He tilted his head, pulling your mouth against his again. His hand moved angles, gripping the mess he made of your hair.
You nodded, your back beginning to hurt with the painful arch he had you in. With your eager response, he chuckled, kissing you one last time before slamming your head back down into the cold and wet tiles.
“Then take my fucking cock, greedy bitch.” One last insult for the ride.
He tore into you, his hips quickening in pace just like before. His head fell back, his moans less… husky. He was whining. Brows pinched together as he felt his climax coming through. He nodded profusely, his little tail doing that little swishing thing again. You stammered between moans and he only laughed at you. Trying to hide his whiney moans of desperation with sardonic degradation.
“Mhmn- Yes, that's it… I’m gonna fucking cum.” Springtrap’s rhythm became jerky again- his pattern faltering as he came to his edge..
He gave one last deep groan before he finished, his cum spurting out the sides of your filled hole. His weight lowered against you, his huffing glitching as he twitched.
“Shit…” You mewled, your hips finally falling to the ground as he released you. It was silent, the only thing that could be heard was thick, heavy breathing- and the buzzing of the shitty lighting.
“Right on time.” The rabbit slowly stood, towering over you.
Fuck. You were dead now weren't you?
The clock went off.
Signalling it was 6:00 am.
“What..?” You were breathless, flipping on your back to sit up.
“It’s 6:00am.” Was all he said before picking up your clothes, piling them on the desk, “Here. napkin… for the mess.” he threw fast food napkins at you.
“Are you fucking serious?” Springtrap snapped his head around to look at you.
“Thats it?” You asked again, in disbelief that he was just walking away. Though you shouldn't have been all surprised.
“You cum in me and all I get is napkins and my own clothes back? Not even a high-five ‘Go team!’ ?” Maybe the dick had you feeling a little too confident… Springtrap turned around fully now, slowly trudging towards you.
Shit.
“Are you trying to stay overtime, smartass?” Springtrap didn't put up with backtalk often, and his ego was waaayyy too big to allow himself to be bitched out.
You got silent… the thought of another round wasn't so bad. But you weren’t gonna tell him that because then he’d win- but god did your cunt twitch at the sudden attention. The bunny squatted down to you again, tilting his head. His forearms rested against the matted fur and rust on his knees.
A slow smirk curved onto his face, eyes narrowing at your form- and the way your knees pinned together- lifting to cover your breasts. He watched you bite your bottom lip- avert your eyes from his gaze, and he took that notion instantly- his cock bobbing back up without hesitation.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He tugged your ankle softly- parting your legs once again, “Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle this time..”
A/n: Thank you so much for reading this fanfiction !! I've made fanfiction before, but not on here </3 So, this is my first!! I really hope you enjoyed this... questionable oneshot. And if you like this one, hopefully you'll check me out for more!!!!!!!
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