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impish-intent · 9 months
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More Glamrock Freddy x GN!Reader drabble 【NSFW】
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Freddy's hold of you was unreleasing as he watched you take every inch of him down your throat, the bear shuddering blissfully against the office desk. He ran a hand through your hair tenderly, briefly gripping it before loosening, focused on you working his member with your tongue. His shoulders rise, blinking as he feels the sensation heighten...
"So... good..."
Your palms mended with his orange casing. If he could develop goosebumps, his thighs would be painted with them by now. He was trying so hard to remain quiet as he received your pleasure, his eyelids loosening as he whirrs softly, "Please... hhha- I can't... keep quiet when you are driving me c-crazy like this."
The thickness of his girth swelled, you hummed happily, feeling his excitement grow in your mouth, meeting his hooded gaze. You grow bold and bob further up his length, swirling your tongue on his gland. Freddy finds his jaw loosening, a soft groan leaving as he writhes...
"Superstar..." He wavers, his breath becoming heavy, "ghh- I... hhaa..."
Taking him as far as your little hungry mouth could, you gasp as you press his hips forward and find the tip to hit the sensitive part of your throat. Ghastly sounds of you gasping and gulping made Freddy overwhelmed with a rush of euphoria, the bear letting out a cry.
A twitch following a thick flow of seed coated your throat, filling your mouth as you pulled Freddy out. Heaving, Freddy's legs were unstable despite leaning against the desk, his lower half drenched with fluid as it dripped from his rod. You leaned to playfully kiss the tip, beaming up at him as Freddy gradually comes down, giving you a wide-eyed yet astonished look...
"You are quite the spectacle... aren't you?"
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sapphicbutters · 5 months
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【NSFW/18+ Headcanon】
DNI Minors
You ask Glamrock Freddy if you could peg him:
- When it's brought up in passing conversation, Freddy is lighthearted by the notion. He thinks none of it.
- He knows what it is. Definitely.
- When you finally ask if you could peg him, he's both shocked and excited
- Freddy's already a switch so he doesn't mind passing the torch at all.
- After getting prepared, hot and ready, Freddy lets you take charge.
- I feel like he'll still be a power bottom... just a lil.
- Freddy is gonna worship that strap. Period.
- He takes your cock like a champ, letting you guide his head and ram your length down his throat :3
- Freddy is just happy to let you have this form of dominance
- It's even better if there's a huge size difference
- Freddy lays down and let's you pummel his tight hole
- Your praises shake him to his core, he won't stop moaning.
- Maybe he spews some praises as well?
- "You feel so good, Superstar."
- You make him come all over himself and he's overheating.
- Bonus: you let him ride your cock so you just have this overstimulated, oversized bear panting lovingly on top of you...
- he's also making sure not to fucking squish you.
- You clean him up and give him some more praise and cuddles
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spaciebabie · 2 years
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porno......TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this time its Funny™
ill draw something more serious later lolz
do you guys think i could get away w/posting the last image on tumblr. i rlly like that moon i drew
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writer-and-lover · 2 years
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Day 6: Sun and Moon
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The muzzle digs into Miles's face. The straps go behind their head and dent the back of their hair, tight enough for them to be unable to take it off by themselves. They're panting, running out of breath with each pass of Sunny's hands across they're thighs.
Ever since Miles had managed to get Sun and Moon in separate bodies, they'd decided to make their job so much harder. Both of them bothering Miles throughout the whole of their shift, hijacking any machines nearby and pickpocketing their essential items in the name of Miles taking a 'break' that they knew was just an excuse for the animatronics to 'play with you'. And play they did.
Their robotic strength definately lets them do a lot more than a normal human would. Miles realises this when Moon picks them up easily with his one hand and wraps the other around their throat. Sun takes a hold of Miles's thigh, pushing it up higher and higher into the air and exposing their sensitive parts to the robots delight. A squeeze to their throat has Miles gasping and then yelping when Sun begins to feel their lower bits.
The feeling of Moon's cock through his pants and seeing Sun's own makes them whine and wriggle in their hold. Which makes Moon tsk at them.
"I thought you wanted to work? You can't get needy now~."
Miles moans weakly in reply, the muzzle tight enough to prevent them from answering him back. And suddenly, they go rigid.
They can feel both Sun's and Moon's cocks press at their hole and they grind down as much as they can against the tips. It feels good but it's nowhere near enough.
"You want us to fill you up? I bet we can knock you up, brat..."
"Don't be mean, Moon! A-ah, but they'd definately look good all round and- and sweet-"
The thought sends heat down Miles's spine, their eyes rolling back at the mere sensation of their cocks pressing against them.
"All ours, marked with our seed, right Sun?"
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What if when you try to pull Sun’s robo-dick out of his pants you just pull out an infinite chain of silk scarves
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character preferences for freddy, monty, roxy, and chica
nsfw under cut <3
each of the character's kinks (my opinion ofc)
freddy: size differences for sure, also would be the softest dom. fairly vanilla but is willing to experiment. loves getting new attachments
monty: somewhat tsundere-ish, big into heavy dom/sub stuff but can turn it off if you aren't into it. probably a very light and almost sarcastic daddy kink but wouldn't be into any sort of ageplay since he's regularly around kids and, quote, "that'd be fuckin' weird"
roxy: LORD ALMIGHTY SHE'D BE A DOM. probably the most kink-knowledged out of the whole group since she goes out of her way to learn about it. loves d/s dynamics and having you praise her
chica: licking/eating things off of your body ofc <3 also has shown interest in exhibition-type stuff, like the concept of "getting caught".
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impish-intent · 9 months
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Hmm... strange upgrade.
Can find it on Twitter ^
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vrabbiit · 2 years
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hello!! if it's ok can I ask for human reader surprising monty with a skirt who is a bit shorter than usual but they were like "I don't know what you're talking about, you don't like it?"
can be nsfw if you want ♡♡
sure anon!! this is a rlly fun concept so i hope you like how it turns out!! also, going by the fanfic logic that the robots have the... shall we say "parts" for bedroom activities here, just so nobody is surprised! also i know you said this can be nsfw, so i hope you don't mind that this is just entirely smut - what can i say, i was inspired!
honestly, i had another smut fic that i was going to post before this one since i started it earlier, but this one just came (haha) quicker to me!
⛳️ Short Skirts: Montgomery Gator x Reader (NSFW)⛳️
Word Count: 1755
Warnings: NSFW Content, Minors do NOT interact! , mild use of misogynistic language (but in a horny way if u know what i mean)
You were a fucking menace.
That's what Monty thought to himself as he watched you walk about his green room, a slight sway to your hips that he swore you didn't usually have (and he looked at you enough to be able to tell.) As he looked, his attention very much away from the technician who was (very patiently, to their credit) trying to work on the glitch in his arm that had been messing up his bass playing, you glanced over your shoulder, a coy smile on your face, and winked.
You see, you'd decided to surprise him today. You'd been out shopping since the last time you'd seen him, and you'd spotted a skirt that you thought was absolutely adorable. You'd bought it without a second glance, but upon trying it on at home, you'd realized it was significantly shorter than you expected, barely making it past your mid-thigh. You'd been disappointed, but then your eyes had lit up with an idea. It was always fun to rile Monty up, especially when you knew you'd be able to reap the awards of it later, and looking at yourself in the mirror, you looked good.
Ergo, you'd showed up today in your new, very short skirt. It was a day the Pizzaplex was closed, of course - this was a kid's establishment and you wouldn't dare do anything that would be considered indecent - and the animatronics were getting routine maintenance performed on them. This maintenance was, in Monty's eyes, the only thing stopping him from jumping your bones and satisfying the haze of lust that had come over him the second he saw you. That, and the technician performing it - although they barely batted an eye at you parading yourself about, he didn't want to give them anything more to look at. Because your skirt did not leave very much to the imagination, and if you leaned over even slightly, anyone in the room would be able to see everything.
The territorial part of his brain flared up, and Monty wanted nothing more than for his arm to get fixed as soon as physically possible. Then the tech could leave and he could finally get his hands on you.
"You're being quieter than usual, Monty," you commented slyly, leaning against the vanity in the corner of his room, springing up to sit on the desk with one leg crossed over the other.
(He wanted to go over there, push your legs apart and render you absolutely speechless.)
Instead, he made a noncommittal grunt, closing his non-glitching fist tight enough that he wouldn't be surprised if he made a dent in his own metal.
The tension in the room was palpable and nearly thick enough to feel, tense silence only broken by the muttering of the tech as they finished up their work, closing the metal plate on his arm up and standing with an awkward cough.
"All fixed," they said, "I'll leave you two to uh... to whatever you're doing."
With that, they gathered their tools, and left hastily, almost stumbling on their way out the door.
As soon as the door closed, Monty snapped. You could barely get a word in before he was on you, making good on what he'd been fantasizing about just seconds earlier. He loomed over you, large hands shoving your thighs apart so he could stand between them and caging you against the mirror. You smiled, the picture of innocence despite your compromising position.
"What's the matter?" you said, voice thickly sweet.
"You know exactly what," Monty growled in response, eyes trailing down your body to where your skirt - that goddamn skirt - almost teasingly covered the bare minimum.
"Oh, my skirt? I saw it yesterday and thought it was cute, don't you like it?"
Don't get him wrong, he liked it, but he also hated it. He liked the way it made you look, but he fucking despised the idea of you sauntering around in it for just anyone to see.
(Thankfully, you'd driven in, not quite brave (or stupid) enough to go out actually in public like that.)
Moving a hand down to your thigh, long nails digging in almost enough to hurt and dancing around the hem of your skirt, he leaned in, a dangerous look in his eye. You gulped, although you were far from scared. You had to keep up the game.
"I don't know why you're so worked up- ah!" Your teasing tone was cut off by a gasp as his hand suddenly, unexpectedly, moved to touch you.
"No, I think you do, sweetheart," he said, his tone almost predatory, "I think you did this on purpose." He continued to stroke you through your underwear, making you whine and buck your hips up to increase the pressure. With the hand that wasn't touching you, he pushed your hips down, keeping you in place and giving a low chuckle when you whimpered. Growing impatient, he dragged your underwear down, smirking at the evidence of your excitement.
Although toying with you was fun, there was much a more... pressing matter to deal with. Within seconds and the movement of some mechanisms you didn't fully understand, his cock pressed against you, not quite entering you but very much present. You were slightly taken aback by the lack of foreplay, but he just tutted at you.
"Dress like a slut, get used like a slut."
Leaning into your ear, his tone dropped its mocking edge, "Tell me if I'm being too rough, okay?" You nodded, holding your breath in anticipation.
"I'm gonna need a proper answer, babe," He prompted, leaning back slightly to look at you with lidded eyes, cocky smirk never fading.
"Oh fuck you," you muttered, "Okay, now please fuck me." It had come out much needier than you intended, but he just laughed.
"Because you asked so nicely..." In seconds, he was pushing into you, reminding you just how big he was. This was far from the first time the two of you had fucked, but every time you forgot just how full he made you feel, even before being fully sheathed inside you. He entered you quicker than usual, his own desperation peeking through his domineering persona and taking the breath out from your lungs.
Barely giving you time to breathe, he bottomed out, his hands coming to lift your thighs until you were completely flush against him. You were completely vulnerable to him, trapped between him and the (already cracked from a different kind of activity) mirror and your hands holding onto the edge of the vanity for dear life. You felt completely overpowered, and he hadn't even started moving yet. The slight burning stretch, however, was almost pleasant to you, and it was what you'd wanted all along.
Then the moment was over, and Monty finally moved. He pulled out almost entirely, dragging the motion on like a warning, and then slammed back into you, causing you to let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan that you'd be extremely embarrassed to remember later. From there, he fucked you brutally, the room filling with the downright depraved sounds of your skin connecting with his body. You were almost mindless, the force of his thrusts being unrelenting and silencing any coherent thought you were having.
If you'd thought any previous sex with Monty had been aggressive, you were woefully underprepared for this. He was using you just like he said he would, the skirt that had caused all this flipped up onto your stomach. You felt your climax coming embarrassingly quickly, the rough pace hurting in just the right way to make your head go fuzzy and the pressure between your legs increase tenfold.
"Fuck, Monty-" you gasped out, trying to signal that you were close. He didn't stop - if anything, he sped up, his head hanging as he put all of his energy into pounding into you.
It didn't take long to make you reach your climax, and only then did he stop, feeling the way you tightened around him almost painfully before collapsing back, boneless. He gave you a few moments, the two of you panting with exertion before he began to slowly, almost teasingly, rock his hips again.
You looked up at him in alarm, and your eyes met his dilated, predatory gaze.
"I told you, I'm not stopping until I come."
It took him a moment to work back up to the pace he'd had before, and his thrusts were certainly messier and more ragged, but soon he was back to pistoning in and out of you like he'd never stopped. You, on the other hand, were absolutely incoherent, the overstimulation being more than you'd ever felt before. Your eyes were rolled back, a completely fucked out expression on your face. It was so much, you didn't know how much longer you could take it, on the verge of being fucked completely dumb.
Thankfully, it wasn't much longer. Seeing you absolutely destroyed was doing something to Monty, and with a few messy thrusts he was undone. He stopped again, his cock keeping the contents of his own climax inside you, and leaned over you, shaking arms supporting himself over your body. You had gone completely slack, gazing up at him with unfocused, slightly teary eyes.
After taking a moment to catch his breath, Monty began to pull out. You absently whined at the feeling of emptiness coupled with the rather odd feeling of cum leaking out of you, but pushed yourself up enough to stretch your legs anyway. You didn't feel like you had the strength to stand, though, so you stayed seated on the vanity as Monty quickly moved into the maintenance room to grab a cloth. When he returned, he cleaned you up as gently as he could, giving you a sympathetic hum when you whimpered at the sensitivity.
He wrapped an arm under your legs, lifting you with care that those who didn't know him would consider uncharacteristic, before settling down on the couch he'd been sitting on initially, this time with you curled up in his lap.
"I've got you," he said, his voice a low rumble in his chest that made you feel butterflies in a completely different way to everything that had happened. Instead of lust, this tone that was reserved only for you flooded you with affection, and you gave him a sheepish smile as you shuffled closer.
Needless to say, you would definitely be wearing this skirt again.
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tetrisdotcom · 2 years
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you know that glitch where they keep multiplying? yeah..
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xxthefairywitchxx · 2 years
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This was just gonna be a sketch, but since it was drawn for my wife, I went a little overboard. Uncensored on my twitter...Should I just make a ns//fw side blog since I don't use twitter? idk
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