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

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

this took 4 and a half hours i’m dead

i was wrong about competition, THIS IS MY MAGNUM OPUS

i can die happy HDNDNNSBDBDHDBDB

ANIMALISTIC

MONTY X F!MECHANIC!READER X ROXY

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

This had been coming for a long while.

This night between the three of you.

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

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

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

You were expecting something.

Just not… this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Monty and I want to play a game.”

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

The rules were kept to 10 terms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

10. You were to be naked.

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s never gonna happen.”

You have one minute before you start.

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

What happens if they catch you that second time?

Do you even want to be caught?

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You remember the safeword, right?”

You nod. “Glamrock.”

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

You finally calm down.

3 minutes to go.

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

“Time’s up!”

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

In fact, nothing happens.

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

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

Nothing.

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

It’s then when you spot him.

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

FUCK.

Time moves slow.

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

Run.

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

He can’t turn sharp corners.

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

But you don’t.

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

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

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

“Found you, babygirl.”

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

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

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

That’s right.

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

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

“Roxy picked it out.”

It’s a silky black blindfold.

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

How the fuck am I gonna get out now?

They remembered.

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

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

You frantically nod. “Yes Daddy. Yes.”

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

“Good fuckin girl.”

A pause.

“You have 60 seconds. Run.”

You listen.

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

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

You sigh.

But you can’t hear Roxy.

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

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

“You lose.”

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

“MONTY!”

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

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

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

They get to do whatever they want with me.

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

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

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

“Mommy.”

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

5 seconds of total nothingness pass.

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

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

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

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

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

You are prey.

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

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

So that’s what he’s doing.

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

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

“Get the bar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get started for me, sugar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit.

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

You start sucking harder.

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

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

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

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

You just moan wantonly.

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

You finally, finally cum.

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

At last, the blindfold comes off.

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

There’s only one thing you want to say.

“We have to do that again.”

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

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

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

word count: 701

Rock n’ Rhythm

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

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

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

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

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

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

”C’mon, baby, don’t get shy now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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