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maleficgod · 2 years

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John doe x dom/top male reader

No plot whatsoever because I couldn't think of one

This is kind of short

You fuck Doe's mommy milkers and then give him head

SHE/HER, SHE/THEY, SHE/IT/FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT READ OR INTERACT

Doe laid on his back, staring up at you with glazed-over, unblinking eyes. His pupils were blown out and in the shape of a heart, watching your every move. Black surrounded small red hearts in his eyes. Only a small ring of white separated his pupils from the rest of his eyes.

His shirt and jacket had been lazily thrown to the side and currently lay on the floor along with his pants, the only thing he wore were his boxers. Occasionally one of your free hands would ghost over his bulge or play with his nipples, making him buck into the air. He loved everything you gave him, every touch, every act of affection.

He watched intitly intently as your cock slid in between his tits(he has those absolute mommy milkers) which were roughly held by your hand to encase your cock. The tip occasionally hit his chin or even his mouth, not that Doe minded.

Strands of black, curly hair clung to his forehead. His mouth was upturned into a large grin that displayed his teeth. Occasionally he let out small whimpers or whines. He felt so stimulated just from your thumb that would occasionally twist or tug on his nipples.

He turned his attention back towards your face as he heard you let out a small groan. It was so quiet that the average person wouldn't have heard it but Doe wasn't the average person. Your thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated. An excessive amount of pre-cum stuck to Doe's chest. Sweat rolled down your forehead, followed by your occasional panting. You made eye contact with Doe, your glossed-over eyes meeting his. His smile seemed to somehow get bigger. "I'm cumming" you said in a shaky voice.

Your free hand reached down, sliding under his boxers. You gripped the base of his length and began to slide your hand up to his tip. You repeated this action again and again. Doe let out a loud whine and bucked his hips into your hand.

Your eyes rolled back, contrasting with Johns's eyes that never left yours. He squirmed under you as white covered his chest and face. You had told him he wasn't allowed to touch you which he seemed to struggle with greatly. His hands clung to the sheets on either side of him, turning his knuckles white. Not wanting you to be unhappy, he clung to them tighter in an effort to restrict himself.

You gazed back down at him finally. The color of his skin contrasted with the scars littered throughout his body but more so the cum that stained his chest and face. You ran your hand through his hair lazily, not minding the knots. Doe instantly leaned into your hand.

You pulled away from him and pulled his boxers off. His cock was still hard and leaking pre-cum. You pulled him closer to the edge of the bed until his knees slightly hung off the bed. Doe's smile never left his face as he looked down at your form which was now kneeling between his legs. You took his head into your mouth. Doe's reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan and arched his back into the air.

He gasped out your name in a small voice. He held himself back from grabbing your hair. You ran your tongue over the slit before beginning to bob your head up and down. He looked down at you happily, writhing in your hold. Your hands clutched his inner thighs as if your life depended on it.

John let out a gasp as he felt that searing heat begin to uncoil. His back arched as he let out a whine followed by a string of pleas and whimpers mixed with your name. He get the chance to warn you before you felt him cumming in your mouth. You made eye contact as you swallowed. Your mouth made an audible 'pop' as you let his rapidly softening cock out of your mouth.

You sat on the bed and pulled Doe into your arms. His neck was adorned with purple and blue bite marks that you gave him earlier. You rested your head on his neck as you asked him how he felt, if he was okay, things like that. Much to his dismay, you released him from your hold. Hand clung to you as you tried to walk away to get something to clean his chest.

"Don't leave" he begged. By now his pupils had gone back to their original small size. He seemed desperate to stop you from leaving. Looking at him, you could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep. Not wanting him to panic, you picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, and placed him on the sink. He seemed much happier at this arrangement.

You gingerly placed a wet towel on his chest, much to his dismay.

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maleficgod · 2 years

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I just saw your post about wanting rqs so I have this idea…

(Animatronic Guard SMR x Monty; smut)

So reader’s a new animatronic type—A more friendly (and hot) approach to the animatronic guards. Due to his ✨fine ass✨ looks, he gains the attention of Monty—and WOO boy. Monty starts it out as a rivalry—mostly Monty being an asshat and reader not putting up with it. Soon the ‘rivarly’ turns into an obsession, Monty would follow reader around secretly, steal his stuff, all that jazz. Said gator turns into a half yandere half Tsundere for reader and eventually Reader finds out. Reader roughly punishes Monty until his (Monty) mind is filled with him (reader).

and in case you wanna add more, one of the others finds out and gets caught as well.

This is so late but i just randomly got the motivation to write

Male reader x Monty

Degrading, top/dom reader, sub/bottom Monty, yandere behavior on Monty's end, I think Monty is a bit out of character, probably the longest work I've written, the animatronics are kind of humanoid, overstim, spanking, dacryphilia, i think i got a bit carried away, dark content? i dont think this is dark but idk, i didnt read over it but its grammatically correct

SHE/HER, SHE/THEY, SHE/IT, HE/SHE/ FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT READ

The pizzeria had received several complaints about the animatronics being too scary or too violent. Mostly from concerned and angry parents complaining about their children having nightmares. So, in an effort to somewhat distract from the crying children and overly violent animatronics, they made you! A brand-new animatronic model that was meant to basically be pretty and friendly to costumers.

You typically roamed around Monty golf (where the majority of complaints came from) and pleased customers to the best of your ability. People liked your attractive appearance and kinder personality. Occasionally, you even had small crowds of people, some taking pictures with you, others simply admiring your appearance.

Although customers were happy, Monty was not. He was intrigued by your appearance. Occasionally he came up to you when customers either weren't paying attention or the establishment wasn't open just to insult you. To which you replied with insults of your own or simply rolled your mechanical eyes and walked away.

He couldn't stop thinking about you and your (insert color) eyes, how you slightly towered over him, how you were clearly stronger than him yet had such a gentle personality. He began to follow you wherever you went, always watching you whenever he could. His eyes always seemed to wander when he looked at you, always getting caught on the slight bulge in your pants.

He became somewhat nicer to you but always denied it profusely. Eventually, it became too much, and he got the bright idea to steal one of your outfits from your room (idk if animatronics have outfits but that's beside the point). After about two shirts and three pairs of pants went missing you began to notice. Monty would always go missing for half an hour or so each day after your clothes went missing and it didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You waited until another one went missing before deciding to confront him. You stepped down the hall towards his room quietly. Stopping outside the door, you heard quiet whimpers and grunts coming from his room. You threw open the door with a smirk.

Smut:

Heat pooled in your core at the sight before you. Monty was sitting on his bed, your shirt used as a gag to muffle the noises coming from him. The claws on his fingers were ripped off and his fingers prodded inside of him. His cock smeared pre-cum from his red, angry tip, onto his stomach. His eyes were screwed shut and you could see the tears threatening to fall. You walked towards him when you heard your name muffled by the gag.

You stood in front of him, burning the image of him absolutely ruined into your head. He jolted up with a whine when you suddenly grabbed his cock and started stroking him painfully slow. His eyes shot open, and his free hand attempted to grasp at something to cover himself but found nothing. He pulled the makeshift gag out of his mouth. "Get out, what are you doing here-," he growled. His voice was hoarse as his eyes darted around the room, avoiding your gaze boring into his eyes. Your hand never left his dick. You lightly squeezed his cock before running your thumb over the slit. His back arched into the air, and he tried to hold back a pathetic whine.

You almost felt bad before you remembered that this was a punishment. You placed a hand on his chest that he looked at questioningly before you pushed him onto his back. By now his stomach was slick with pre-cum. You flipped him onto his stomach easily. He squirmed under you but made no effort to escape.

"You left your door unlocked" you answered his question simply. "That gives you no right-" you cut him off "You wanted me to come, didn't you? You wanted me to see you with my shirt in your mouth as a gag to muffle your pathetic moans while you stroke your dick to the thought of me, slut" he moaned especially load at the last word. "I'll leave you to deal with this by yourself if you say no but I'm still mad about you stealing my clothes and I'll get you for it some other way" by now your hand was pulling his head back with his hair just enough to look you in the eyes, any time he broke eye contact you'd only pull back harder. "I'm sick of your shit," you said finally.

You began to turn away to leave his room when he grabbed your wrist. He looked into your eyes, silently pleading for you to help him. You knew exactly what he wanted but you wouldn't give it to him just yet. "What?" you said in a cold tone. You wanted to hear him say it. "Please..." he said desperately.

If you left now, he didn't know what he would do. He needed you. Ever since you came here, he never felt quite whole without when you weren't around. He craved you. He needed to be yours.

You simply stared at him, not once making eye contact. He squirmed under your gaze before he suddenly understood what you wanted him to say. "Please fuck me," he said almost questionly. He wanted to sound confident the way he did with everyone else but your gaze burning into him made him feel like he was going to cum right then and there. When you didn't leave, he quickly crawled back onto the bed.

You approached the side closest to him and he waited for you to command him. You weren't wrong when you said he wanted you to see him like that. He imagined it was you touching him, but he just knew you would do a better job.

He gained a bit of confidence back now that your eyes weren't burning into him. "Ride me," he said quickly. He didn't really want you to ride him. He wanted you to ruin him. He wanted you to split him in half on your cock. He wanted to choke on your dick.

Of course, he said none of these things. You glared at him as though he just insulted you. Whatever confidence he had left shattered at that moment and suddenly wished you hadn't heard him. "So, you weren't imagining me when you tried so hard to find your prostate?" he looked down in shame. He winced when you suddenly grabbed his legs out from under him and bent him over the bed. You shoved your index and middle finger into his mouth suddenly.

"Suck" you entirely ignored his request for you to ride him, allowing it to only make you angrier. You pushed down on his tongue with your fingers, relishing in the sound of him choking. You noted the pool of pre-cum pooling from his tip. Taking your fingers from his moth once you decided they were lubricated enough, you shoved them into him. He gasped before letting out a whine.

You pushed a third finger in and began to search for a bundle of nerves that he couldn't find himself. Monty let out a loud moan when you found it. He let out a stream of curses and whines. Gazing under him, you realized he came. You were sure the entire pizza plex had heard him.

"What a desperate whore" you muttered just loud enough for him to hear. At that, he reached his declawed hand down to stroke himself. You swatted his hand away and he whined. "You aren't allowed to touch yourself" you had really only meant that during the time being. However, Monty had somehow burned that into his subconscious, making note that no one was allowed to touch him except you, that included himself.

Deciding that he was prepped enough, you pushed in the tip. Monty threw his head back with a loud moan. "It's just the tip" you wanted to sound exasperated, but he could almost hear you smirk. He took every inch you gave him until your cock was buried in him to the base.

He whined as you pulled out leaving only the tip. His knuckles turned white as he held the sheets in a death grip. He almost screamed when you thrust into him. You began to keep a fast pace, hitting that spot that made him see stars every time. Tears began to flow from his eyes as he came again and again. By now he assumed this was the 4th time he'd cum due to your relentless pace. His neglected cock laid under him, the tip angry and covering his chest and stomach in cum. By now he was sobbing from the overstimulation.

Your hand reach under him and tugged on his nipples. He threw his head back and let out a loud moan. He let out a string of pleas typically followed by your name. "Are you fucking crying" it wasn't a question. You knew he was sobbing. In his fucked-out state he seemed to miss that it was a rhetorical question. He sniffled before he answered with a yes.

You laughed sadistically before harshly bringing your hand onto his already red ass. You felt yourself get closer just by looking at the tears streaming down his face. "Fuck" you groaned. Monty let out a hic before whining. The constant berating of his prostate was almost painful, but it felt so good. "I'm cumming," you groaned. Monty seemed elated at the thought of you cumming inside of him, the thought of you filling him made him cum onto the sheets with a sob.

Your thrusts became sloppy and slightly threw off the pace, but no complaints came from Monty's end. You came inside of him with a breathy moan. You pulled out of him, much to Monty's dismay. White ran from his ass.

Stumbling, you ran your fingers through Monty's messy red hair which was now disheveled and left a few strands sticking to his forehead. You weren't sure whether to leave or take care of him. He instantly leaned into your touch. "You can leave now" he stated plainly. He felt a bit pained to say it, but he needed to be out of your line of sight to pull out something from his dresser. You paused for a moment before pulling your pants on that had been strewn onto the floor.

You didn't want to admit it, but you felt a bit hurt that he asked you to leave so soon but it didn't matter too much. In your haste to leave you entirely forgot about the clothes and just hurried back to your room.

The moment you closed Monty's door, he pulled out a glass butt plug. He hurriedly pushed it in, in an effort to keep your cum inside of him. He adored you so much. He needed you all to himself. You couldn't have anyone else, and neither could he. He still made sure to not touch himself after that, favoring to make you angry just so you would fuck him out of his misery. He wanted more of you. He didn't know how to tell you that he wanted more.

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